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"please, just wake up."
draco malfoy resided along the edge of zemora black's hospital bed, hand in hand as he spoke softly to the girl. he'd spent the last few days stuck by her bedside, too lost in worry for his cousin to care about anything else, no matter how many times he was reassured she was okay.
"i'm sorry," draco mumbled, glancing to the potter boy in the same shape as the witch by his side to insure he was still sleeping. "and i never apologize, so it must mean something. talk to me."
"i forgive you," zemora's eyes remained closed, forcing the girl to miss the gleam to shine in draco's eye at the sound of her voice. "but please, don't purposely try to hurt me again. your father does it enough as it is, and i need you. family above all, yes?"
"family above all." draco's arms were wrapped around the girl within a moment, feeling zemora return the gesture. "i'm glad you're okay."
"me too." zemora breathed out, her gaze flickering towards harry's bed in time to see the boy return to consciousness. "harry, hey."
draco flickered his gaze between the two awkwardly, reluctantly standing to his feet to leave. harry took his time finding his glasses as draco leaned over to press a kiss to the top of zemora's head. it was a gentle gesture narcissa used when they were children, one that brought comfort behind the act.
"i'll come back later." draco nodded towards zemora, continuously ignoring harry's presence in the room before making his way into the halls of hogwarts.
"are you alright?" harry had waited until draco was out of earshot to utter a word to the girl. "how long have you been awake?"
zemora nodded in response to the initial question before letting out a sigh. "i don't kno—"
"good afternoon, little ones."
zemora's eye had been stuck upon the sweets and candies surrounding their beds before she glanced to the source of the voice. "professor dumbledore."
the headmaster smiled gently towards the young witch, motioning towards the treats. "ah, tokens from your admirers?"
"admirers?" zemora questioned aloud, finding herself immensely confused with the sudden interest in her, unlike the fear the students once had. "but they all hate me."
"i wouldn't be too sure of that, miss black." albus dumbledore's words fell in a knowing sense. "what happened down in the dungeons is between professor quirrell and the two of you is a complete secret. so, naturally, the whole school knows."
