Chapter
24
Fluttering
Truths / Awaiting Fate
"Draco!" Hermione
screamed, not caring about the annoyed glances from people walking by.
Draco struggled
to breathe, and what little breath he had came in short gasps. Sweat and
tears
mingled on
Hermione's face as she desperately attempted to find what was wrong with
Draco.
No spell she
could think of gave her an answer. She turned towards Harry and Ron, who
stood looking
shocked, scared and nervous at the same time.
"He hasn't been hit by any curses!"
One hand held
Draco's own pale, limp hand, and the other felt urgently for a heartbeat
in
Draco. All
she found was a fluttering, almost as if there were a thousand butterflies
in his
chest. Hermione
turned to the other two and told them about Draco's condition. Ron
stepped forward,
his face grim.
"Hermione...I've
read about this somewhere. it's called um...ventricular fibrillation. We...
we have to
do something soon for Mal- er, Draco, or he'll..."
"Die." Hermione
whispered. Her grip on Draco's hand was so tight, her knuckles had
turned chalky
white. Ron's hands twisted together nervously. In the past, both he and
Harry
had laughed
over Draco's dying, saying how great it would be. However, now when they
were faced
with reality, he regretted their comments.
"Um...Hermione, I...we need to get him to a hospital right away."
She nodded,
knowing the truth in his words. Wiping the tears from her eyes, her face
assumed a
look of cold determination, devoid of any emotion.
"Excuse me,"
she approached a middle-aged muggle. "My friend...." she paused, "Well,
he's dying...can
you help us?"
The man looked
shocked, but quickly nodded and picked up the still figure of Draco.
He walked
to the hospital quickly, followed by Harry and Hermione, and last of all
Ron.
When they
finally reached their destination, Draco's life was slowly flickering out
of him.
He was rushed
to the emergency department, where anxious doctors whispered over
him, performing
unknown procedures.
Hermione sat
quietly, looking silently at the floor. Her face had a look of almost
frightening
blankness, apart from her eyes, the only part of her that showed her deep
sorrow. While
Harry went to the bathroom, Ron walked up to Hermione and sat next
to her.
"Are you all right Mione?" Ron asked.
She looked up, tears pooling in her eyes.
"He called
me that, you know?" She told him. "That was his nick-name for me. Oh Ron!
What if he
never wakes up? What he he's never there for me again? Oh Ron, what if
he
dies!?" She
buried her face in her hands, sobbing uncontrollably into them. Ron wrapped
his arms softly
around her shoulders and pulled her to him.
She didn't
resist, resting her head on his shoulder while she sobbed into his neck.
Ron was
well aware
of this, and he couldn't help feeling guilty, but it seemed to be calming
Hermione.
After about
five minutes, Hermione's tears had ceased, but she didn't remove her head
from Ron's
shoulder, as they awaited the verdict on Draco Malfoy's condition.
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