The tap that came at her window surprised her. It was early, yet, and post wasn't due for another hour or so. It was only the morning editions of the Prophet and Witch Weekly she was expecting anyway. She wrapped her robe around her body, moving toward the window and recognizing the owl as one of Draco's.
She let the small creature inside, offered it a cracker and then pulled the parchment from it's leg. She read it carefully, her brow furrowing as she finished and folded it back up.
Without bothering to respond, she went back to her bedroom and dressed.
It was unlike Draco to request assistance from her in Healing.
However, she grabbed her supplies, tucked her wand up her sleeve and Apparated to the Manor.
She entered the room slowly, her brows furrowed as she heard the pain in Draco's voice. This was most unlike her friend - showing any sort of pain was a bit out of character for him, she thought. Especially in front of someone like her. Considering all they had been through, it seemed more like a relief not to have to deal with pain and worry.
The edge in his voice was hard to ignore, however, and she hurried to his bedside.
"Draco," she looked him over, frowning. "Merlin, what's the matter? What hurts?"
Draco was known for his refined demeanor, but had no control over himself while the pain swept through him as she reached his bedside.
"Darling," he started weakly, with some fondness in his voice, "Darling, I feel as if im dying," and though this was dramatic to say the least, drama was nowhere near out of his range.
"I haven't felt a pain like this in ages," he screwed his eyes shut and extended his hand to close around hers.
Now, something was happening.
So very suddenly he felt as though he was pulled through a vortex, time and space rushing in and around his ears.
It reminded him of using a Pensieve.
When his eyes snapped open, they were clouded white.
His lips parted as her memory filled his vision.....
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She let the small creature inside, offered it a cracker and then pulled the parchment from it's leg. She read it carefully, her brow furrowing as she finished and folded it back up.
Without bothering to respond, she went back to her bedroom and dressed.
It was unlike Draco to request assistance from her in Healing.
However, she grabbed her supplies, tucked her wand up her sleeve and Apparated to the Manor.
A small elf showed her to Draco's room.
She knocked on the door gently.
"Draco?"
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And something inside of him sat up at attention, even as he continued to lay, that he couldn't help but notice.
"Come in," he bit out, the pain becoming stronger at his speech, or possibly at her presence.
His hands were still clasped about his face.
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The edge in his voice was hard to ignore, however, and she hurried to his bedside.
"Draco," she looked him over, frowning. "Merlin, what's the matter? What hurts?"
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"Darling," he started weakly, with some fondness in his voice, "Darling, I feel as if im dying," and though this was dramatic to say the least, drama was nowhere near out of his range.
"I haven't felt a pain like this in ages," he screwed his eyes shut and extended his hand to close around hers.
Now, something was happening.
So very suddenly he felt as though he was pulled through a vortex, time and space rushing in and around his ears.
It reminded him of using a Pensieve.
When his eyes snapped open, they were clouded white.
His lips parted as her memory filled his vision.....
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