Because Of Him~2 (Draco Malfoy)

Chapter 15~Memories

Haley.
March 31st 1997

I woke up a week after Christmas. I was in intense pain and could barely move. The only thing I could do was lift my head slightly to look at the burns that were all over the front of my body. For the first few days I barely could remember what happened, where I was, or who I was talking to when Molly, Harry, Hermione, Ron, and the others would come in and visit mew or talk to me. Molly had gotten this magical cream that would help heal my burn as quickly as possible and they did.. everyday they would become a little better.

I was so thankful I at least had magic.. Mr Weasley told me that he didn't think a muggle would survive those kind of burns.

Even though being confined to a bed was terribly boring It was ok to be able to have Harry, Hermione and the Weasley's to keep me company. I tried to keep o a string face in front of them but I night I would cry.

I missed Draco, I missied my mother and father... and there was nothing I could do about it.

Things became worse when everyone returned back to school and George and Fred returned to their jobs at Diagon Alley.

Molly would come in give me the sweetest letters Draco wrote me .

She told me that she would mail a letter to him for me if I wrote one. but I said no. It wasn't that I did back to him. It was just.. I couldn't bear to just write to him.. I wanted to see him.. touch him.

I hopped with everything that he was ok. He didn't seem to be doing well when I left for Christmas. For January I was fully confined to the bed while my burns healed.

I could get up and walk a few steps to the bathroom but it was hard but during March I was able to get up again and move around.

I wrote to Hermione who offered to help me with everything that I had missed when I got back to school. She even sent me some work over owl that I could do.

That's what I did mostly. I even got ahead in some of my classes, even reading chapters and chapters ahead.

Fred returned during some of March to stay at the burrow for two weeks with me while Molly and Mr. Weasley went away on a trip.

I rebelled telling Molly that I didn't need a baby- sitter, that I was almost seventeen years old. But she told me that It was for the best that someone was there for me in case I needed anything.

But hanging out with Fred for two weeks was fun. he told me everything about how the store was doing and even snuck me out one day to take me to the joke shop.. even though Molly gave him specific instructions not to bring me anywhere... that I was still prone to injury, whatever that meant. I days sometimes just walking around the burrow. It was thankfully able to be rebuilt after the fire, but magic could only replace the house, not the countless memories and objects that were destroyed. But one thing that did lift my spirts was when Molly and Arther came back from their trip. I was sitting in the living room with Fred when they walked in. It was the first rink molly said when she saw me. I was cleared i could go back home.. to Hogwarts.. I was finally going back.