In Love With Death

BY : dracoyoflam
Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione
Dragon prints: 117
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the potterverse or characters. I just like to play with the already created world and characters. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

"Ouch, sorry."

Hermione said as she tripped and landed against someone. She was pulled up by strong arms and her brown eyes met his blue ones. She was surprised to see who she landed against and people immediately glanced around to see what would happen.

"Maybe next time you'll land on your face and you won't have to worry about apologizing to anyone, anymore."

Hermione's weak body could hardly hold itself up when he finally let go of her arms. Hermione looked down at the floor and whispered a reply as he shoved past her.

"Soon. I won't even be here to apologize to you."

She slowly started walking towards her destination at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall. Draco glanced back as he heard the soft reply and almost ran into someone himself.

He blew it off and kept walking alongside his friends and followers. He quickly led the pack down the stairs toward the dungeon dormitories.

Hermione slowly sat down next to Ginny Weasley, her best friend. Most of the students had already made it to their dorms so the grand hall was getting quieter and quieter around them.

"Hermione when are you going to tell someone about your condition?"

Hermione gave her a hard look and glanced around to make sure no one was close enough to hear their conversation. Once she had her results she turned back toward Ginny and leant forward.

"I told you didn't I? Anyway, what's the point in telling people, I'm going either way."

Ginny frowned and tried not to show more emotion at the sad reality they were facing. She had been trying to get Hermione to tell someone for so long now that she was tempted to do something about it. However, she knew that she couldn't betray her friend in such a way.

"Fine, I just want to help anyway that I can and you know as well as I that Harry will be rightfully pissed off when he finds out. Which you know that he'll find out somehow eventually, it's just the way he was built."

Hermione sighed and put her hand to her chest which now held a sharp pain. Her breathing became uneven and she knew that her friend had noticed, not that she was trying to hide it from her. The pain was becoming more and more painful and frequent.

She pulled her hand away from her chest and laid it on her leg. She grabbed a handful of cloth on her leg and clenched as tight as she could while trying not to show it on her face. She took a deep breath in through her nose and finally replied.

"I don't care. He won't have long to be mad."

The great hall emptied out some more and now there were only a few people left sitting around the tables. She unclenched her fist and stood up as best she could before walking towards the exit.

"Hermione, you can't just leave like this. You have to talk to me. I love you okay, you're my best friend. Just... I worry alright."

Ginny stood up and followed Hermione away from the table.

Hermione turned on her heal and Ginny almost tumbled over from the sudden stop. Hermione put her hand back on her chest and tightly closed her eyes.

"Stop. I don't need you to follow me."

She paused and opened her eyes.

"I'm dying, I don't need a chaperone to do it. Okay?"

Ginny's eyes teared up but she walked past Hermione as she replied, "I'm not following you, I'm going to see some friends. Bye."

She was obviously mad and upset but Hermione just didn't want to make a big deal out of anything, it would just make things harder.

Hermione walked out of the great hall and out of the castle. She headed out of the small door by the Gryffindor tower and ended up by the lake.

Unfortunately, someone was close enough to hear the whole conversation and followed her to the lake.

Draco Malfoy.

He followed behind her in the shadows and finally stopped when she reached the lake. She leant down by the lake and watched her reflection in the water, she laid down on her stomach and propped her head up on her palms.

Draco slowly crept closer until he reached the edge of the shadows, he knelt down and watched her from the distance.

He watched as her curly hair shined in the sunlight. They both relaxed outside for about an hour before he saw her suddenly jolt up.

Hermione had been laying there staring at herself and day dreaming when blood started dripping onto her arm. She quickly sat up and pinched her nose with her fingers. The blood came quick but wouldn't go the same way.

The blood was slowly covering more of her arm when a figure stood over her and offered a handkerchief. She grabbed it and held it to her face.

"Thank you."

"Your welcome."

She glanced up when she recognized the voice. Her face was one of shock and his was one of genuine kindness.

She turned away from him as soon as she realized what was happening. She didn't want anyone to know about her illness and here was her enemy seeing it all.

"Wh... What are you doing here?"

She still faced the river with the silver cloth covering her face.

"I just thought I would offer you something."

She giggled hysterically and replied, "And what would that be?  Rude, sarcastic remarks, because I could get those from anyone."

She started wiping off her arm and then her face before she glanced down at the cloth she had been using. It was drenched in blood, the silver was nowhere to be seen.

"Sorry, but I think it's ruined."

"it's alright, I'll deal with it later."

Hermione sat the cloth down and turned around to face him. They were sitting down and facing each other now. Draco scooted closer to her and started to reach for her face when she pulled away from him.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you."

She stilled herself and he reached for her again. He rubbed her skin to get some of the smudged blood off of her. He pulled his hand away and rinsed it in the lake.

"Why are you being nice to me?"

She asked and rubbed her forehead.

"Honestly, nobody's around to see it so why not be myself."

He grabbed her hand and pulled it away from her head. He replaced it with his own hand which he rubbed in a circle while muttering a spell under his breath. Hermione noticed his hand in his pocket, he was holding his wand.

Her head slowly started to feel better, the pain was fading and he was doing it. Hermione was suddenly thankful that someone other thanGinny knew about her situation.

"That is honest." She sighed with pleasure.

The pain was gone and in it's place was a relaxing pleasurable sensation. Her eyes were closed and her body started to relax.

Draco closed his eyes and reveled in the sensation of their shared pleasure. He enjoyed healing her pain but he enjoyed causing the mixed sensation even more. Unfortunately, for them both, he finally let go of his wand and the feeling stopped for them both.

Draco opened his eyes and took in the sight of Hermione with her eyes closed coming off of the spell. She looked beautiful.

Hermione kept her eyes closed until he pulled his hand away. She stared at him and he stared back. They kept each others gaze for a while until she finally decided to speak.

"Um... Thanks again."

She smiled at him.

"You are quite helpful aren't you, when you want to be."

He grinned and glanced around as he replied, "Yeah, I've had family with ailments so I had to learn. Of course, it didn't have the same end result that we had but I think it's different because of the connection we have."


Her face became questioning as she leant forward a little more.

"Yeah, we have a strong connection, whether it's a good one or bad one I don't know yet but it's there."

She could feel his hot breath on her face. She became subconscious of herself in that moment as she remembered the bloody handkerchief sitting next to them.

"So, Malfoy, why did you come out here anyway?"

She felt good for the first time in weeks and he had done it. She couldn't believe the events unfolding in front of her were really happening. It felt like a dream.

"I wanted to see how you were. I know we've never really talked, mostly beCause I'm always being followed around by idiots who idealized Voldermort and what he represented. Now though, I think you need my help and frankly, I want to be around you while I still can."

Hermione looked down at her hands.

"So you know."

Draco sighed aloud.

"I know. You don't have to worry though, I won't tell anyone."

She giggled to herself.

"Of course you won't. People would know something was strange. I mean, you still want to act like a prat in front of people right?"

He cleared his throat.

"Well... Yeah, it's probably safer that way."

"Oh safe? Alright. I'm dying but yeah, I'm worried about being safe."

Draco flinched at the word but Hermione didn't notice. Hermione leaned away and turned toward the lake. The sun was setting and they would have to go inside soon.

"I'm sorry Hermione but it just has to be this way, at least for now."

Hermione stood up and started away.

"Since when is it Hermione? I think I prefer the public Draco, at least then I know where I stand."

Draco was left sitting there as Hermione walked away from him and into the castle. Draco picked up the bloody cloth and shoved it in his pocket. He glided to his feet and slowly made his way to the castle with his head hung low.

He failed to let her know how he felt and he was running out of time. He had always thought he would have as much time as he needed but she was dying and he had no idea how long it would be before she was gone.

He was in love with a woman who hated him.

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