The Unthinkable Love Story

The sun rose the next morning
with a blinding radiance, and Kaylin stirred groggily, looking at the hand that
was in her hair and smirking to herself.

I think he may like me a
little more than he lets on. Her smirk broadened and she looked at his
face. He was still very pale from the night before. Frowning slightly, Kaylin
pushed Draco's hand out of her hair and sitting up. The room was bright with
morning sunlight. Sadly, she'd woken Draco when she'd moved his hand.

"Fuuck.... Where am..?
Oh.." Draco said, rubbing his head slightly.

Her hand was still in his, and
she noticed it and pulled away. She didn't want him to remember that. Not at
all; why would she want him to know she had a slight soft spot for him? If he
knew that would be the end of her. H looked at her and smiled lightly, then
looked away. Kaylin raised her eyebrows at him and smirked slightly.

"Feeling any better this
morning Malfoy?" Kaylin asked, with a quirk of an eyebrow. It was obvious
he was going to try and leave the hospital wing now. Rolling her eyes, she
looked at the door and smirked. She knew she could stop him from leaving.
Maybe.

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Sleep was bliss. Wonderful
release from the pain he'd experienced earlier, it was. He felt a hand move
his, which was still in Kaylin's hair and grimaced slightly. His sleep was
being stolen from him now. Why did this happen to him? He stared at the back of
his eyelids, and groaned.

He really did not want to
wake up right now. This was hell. He opened his eyes and looked at Kaylin,
cursing his awareness. He felt a hand being pulled out of his, and frowned
internally. He had slept holding hands with her, and the loss of the extra
warmth made him feel slightly sad. He'd liked the feel of her hand in his,
which was strange.

A remnant of hate, which still
lingered caused him to wipe the smile he'd had on, and replace it with his
usual demeanor of cold anger. His plan was to get up, and work to escape her.
It was the only way to avoid admitting he liked her even the tiniest bit.

Getting up, he stretched and
groaned loudly, wincing, he held his stomach in pain. His stomach still hurt,
and he didn't care. He had to work on it, his ego wouldn't let him stay
here with her and be forced to thank her and lie in bed peacefully. No,
he'd go and work on it and leave before he had to deal with her at all.

Making for the door, he glanced
back at her seeing that her eyes were wide and threatening. "Stay where
you are Draco. You are going nowhere until you are better, got it Malfoy?"
She said.

His heart leapt for some freakish
reason, making him glare at her. He would NOT admit he had some miniscule
feelings for her. Sure, she was beautiful, but they'd only really known
each other for two, maybe three days. How in hell did this all make sense in
this time? It didn't, and probably wouldn't ever really make sense.

Rolling his eyes Draco walked to
her and raised an eyebrow at her. "What..? Expect me to stay and hear more
harsh words come from you? No, sorry. I don't think I want to hear that
bullshit." He said, glaring and turning. Within seconds a hand had
collided with his face.

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"LEARN SOME FUCKING MANNERS
YOU ASSHOLE!" Kaylin screamed at him, wanting to slap him again, but
pulling away from his proximity just as he swung back at her.

"OH YOU WANT RESPECT AFTER
YOU PRACTICALLY TOLD ME TO DIE LAST NIGHT AND THEN WENT AND SAVED MY SORRY
ASS?" Draco bellowed back. This was most likely not going to end well.

"YES. I BLOODY WANT RESPECT
FROM YOU! I am a HIGHER rank than you and am right to expect respect. Malfoy
you know, if I told the Dark Lord how disrespectful you were being, he'd kill
you right?" Kaylin was looking at him with an evil, angry, and cold
expression. This was her at her darkest and most hateful. Her mother's death
had nothing to do with it either.

"Fuck you, you know I'm
trying to ACTUALLY do my mission right? I'm not letting some stupid injury get
in my bloody way!" He hissed back, with just as much intensity. Why did
that look directed at her hurt so much all of a sudden?

Turning away, a tear rolled down
her cheek. Images came to her of what she had dreamt once again. Each time it
happened it was more graphic. He'd die with even more blood each time and she
was afraid for someone's life for the second time in her life. She loved him. NO!
You did not just admit that you have feelings for that fucking git! No no no no
no. This is not happening. You are too hateful to have normal feelings...
Remember? NO. I don't care. Shut up.

The internal must have been
showing. Draco walked around the cot he'd been sleeping on, and looked at her
face. "What's wrong with you?" He scowled, rolling his eyes. Kaylin
whipped around at him so fast he nearly fell on his face.

"None of your... just go.
Go. Do your fucking mission Draco. Go." She said back, wiping her face,
and glaring at him. Oh I hope he does not know..... God... I'd die...