God... so sorry. It's been forever since I've had an update.
GinnyX, I give you permission to bug me until I post an update if I don't by the end of this week. _________________
I know the distance is a factor, but I stretch as often as I can and my goal is to reach your hand any day now.
I love you, Kevin. ♥
Hermione heard the door click, she was much too weak to even open her eyes and check who it was. She heard footsteps, and pressure increasing on the side of her bed - someone had sat down. She heard Ginny's voice, but she was still unable to open her eyes. Her head was hurting, even worse than it had last time.
"Herms? You alright?" She asked, concern showing in her voice. When Hermione didn't reply, panic was evident. "Herms?!" Hermione's eyes fluttered open slightly, her head hurting more every second.
"Ginny - go get help... I'm not well." She whispered, trying hard to stay awake. Ginny's eyes were wide, her red hair dishevelled all over her face, she had obviously been panicking, even for the few seconds that had passed since she came in. "Go," Hermione whispered again, she needed Ginny to leave her side desperately, even if Ginny didn't want to.
"Herms?! Are you oka-"
"Go!" Hermione screamed in a whisper, desperate for Ginny to not be so stubborn for once. "Please." Everything went black again as she passed out, all the exertion from simply keeping her eyes open and talking being too much for her.
^ thought I'd quote the last thing since it's been so long... once again, sorry sorry sorry. Here goes.
Draco got up - he heard someone outside, and having no idea what was going on, he decided to check it out. As he leapt down from the Slytherin portrait and into the dungeon, the screaming only became louder - but it wasn't even coming from down there. He went up to the Great Hall to see an absolutely chaotic scene - just about every Gryffindor panicking, along with a few people from other houses. He grabbed a third year who looked like a Hufflepuff.
"What's going on?" He asked menacingly, probably scaring the girl half out of her wits. He held the collar of her shirt, waiting for an answer.
"I-it's Hermione Granger, she's ill!" She yelled, terrified. Draco's expression immediately softened and he let her go.
"Oh." He said simply, walking away from her and pushing through the crowd of students.
Where are they... He thought, desperately searching for Potter, or any of the Weasleys - pretty much, anyone who could tell him what was wrong with Hermione. Wait - did he just call her Hermione? He mentally slapped himself, continuing through the crowd. Finally, Potter came into view. He was already giving Draco a death-glare from across the room, but at this point Draco didn't really care. He walked up as calmly as he could, trying not to seem worried.
"So, Potter - Granger's sick, huh? Poor little thing." He said, putting emphasis in the sarcasm and trying to make it convincing. "What's wrong with her then?" He smiled menacingly.
"It's none of your ruddy business Malfoy. Now back off." Potter sneered, trying hard to shove past him, but not succeeding. "Get out of my way!" He screamed, still trying to get by Draco with no luck.
"Oh come on Potter, did you think I was just going to let you go? Honestly, you become stupider every day." He laughed, hiding the worry that was rising within him. "Now what's wrong with Granger, and where is she." Damn, that sounds like I actually want to know... He mentally scolded himself, but continued to stare at Potter for an answer.
"We don't know. She's in the Hospital Wing." He answered finally, pushing past Draco and walking back through the crowd. Draco's face remained solemn for a moment before he turned also, right out of the Great Hall. He wandered toward the Hospital Wing, hoping no one was there - he didn't want to seem like he had feelings, for Malfoys didn't feel - but he knew that people would be there, probably more than there would be if he were the one lying on the bed.
He entered the wing, and about five of the thirty heads turned toward him. Everyone was crowded around one bed, which had to be Hermione's. He ran up, shoving everyone out of the way as he pushed through the people huddled around the bed. There she was, pale and just barely breathing, surrounded by cards, cakes, and candies. He stared down at her unconscious form and almost started crying right there and then. Why did he even care? Two weeks ago, he would've laughed at this - but now it seemed that for some reason Granger meant more to him than she ever had before. How could this be, and why did he have to feel this way about the only girl he couldn't have? _________________
I know the distance is a factor, but I stretch as often as I can and my goal is to reach your hand any day now.
I love you, Kevin. ♥
Haha... I gave you permission to bug me but you didn't do it. So I had to remember on my own. _________________
I know the distance is a factor, but I stretch as often as I can and my goal is to reach your hand any day now.
I love you, Kevin. ♥
Yes, I'm updating here too.
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Hermione Granger's eyes fluttered open to a painfully bright room... why were all these people hovered around her? Her head hurt, and yet her mind was still raging. She recognized the bits of white wall as the Hospital Wing decor, and figured that Ginny had actually managed to get help... she thanked Merlin. Whispers buzzed around her... how many people were there? Her head ached and even whispers seemed loud as can be.
Suddenly, a white-blonde, shaggy-haired boy seemed to appear out of nowhere - what the bloody hell was Draco Malfoy doing at her bedside? He had to be the last person she had ever expected to show up. It was strange how he looked at her, she thought. Even though she could just barely make out the pale, angular face, she knew that his expression was definitely not one of hatred. He almost seemed worried. What was going on here?
Suddenly her head pounded again, more than it had been when she first woke up. She now noticed that people had begun realizing she was awake and were whispering her name, as if they expected a response. She was smart enough to know not to even try. She didn't have the strength to speak, and she most definitely knew that. Never in a million years had she thought this would happen, that it would come back. Being younger and in a Muggle family, the brain tumor had been a big deal - life threatening, even. She wondered if it was that big of a deal in the Wizarding World as well, or if they even knew what such a thing was.
The doctors had said it was gone completely... so how was it back now, over five years later? It didn't make any sense. But as she laid there, in that cold Hospital Wing, she knew it was true. Eventually, someone would realize that there was more wrong with her than could be cured at Hogwart's, and she would be sent to St. Mungo's. But would they even know how to cure her?
She wasn't sure of the answer. _________________
I know the distance is a factor, but I stretch as often as I can and my goal is to reach your hand any day now.
I love you, Kevin. ♥
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