The Unthinkable Love Story

Draco lay on the cot, fading in
and out of consciousness. He was losing lots of blood each time he coughed, and
was sure he'd die before the help would get to him. Madam Pomfrey burst out of
her quarters and looked at Draco and in an instant ran over to him.

"I want to know how this
happened. Do you know Miss Slytherin? I think this is Dark Magic, or some very
powerful poison." Pomfrey said, handing Kaylin a rag. "Dab at his
face. Do not rub it, you may cause more damage."

"I have no idea how it
happened Madam Pomfrey... I just know one minute we were having a shouting
match, and the next he was on the floor bleeding from his mouth." Kaylin
said, dabbing at the area around Draco's mouth, a look of disgust plastering
her pale features. Blood freaked her out now. Not just any blood; his
blood. Averting her eyes from the blood, she looked at Madam Pomfrey for
answers.

"He's been poisoned. Where
this poison came from I can't imagine... It looks like one that could lie
dormant and have effects that are activated by increased stress. It could have
been ingested ages ago." The nurse was saying, bending over Draco's pale
sweaty face. He'd passed out by this time, and his thoughts were clouded beyond
belief.

The fight going on inside him was
not helping with the stress, either. His thoughts were changing from the image
of her helping him, to the image of her taking his glory and attention, to
worse pictures. What startled him was that he felt huge and freakish emotions when
he saw images of her dead.

Kaylin. Dead. Well that's something
to avoid. Wait. Why do I... ARGH! care? Madam Pomfrey was healing him with
a few herbs and Kaylin, well.. He couldn't tell what she was doing as he
couldn't see her.

A hand grasped his and he
squeezed it, trying to tell the small hand he was still alive. It was at least
a hope to give whoever had taken his hand. A yelp of pain escaped his lips and
he gasped. The pain was completely gone, the bleeding had stopped. He felt a
washcloth drawing over his face one last time, and being removed.

"You need rest now dear. I
can tell you're conscious. Get some sleep. I'll be checking on you in the
morning." Madam Pomfrey's voice seemed to come from a distance; he'd
opened his eyes to se tears streaming down Kaylin's face.

Why does she care..?

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"You may stay dear... I see
that you wish to see him through the night at least." Pomfrey's voice made
no sense to her, but she knew that she was allowed to keep an eye on him.

It would be stupid to leave him
here alone, as he'd most likely try and leave early. Kaylin felt the
determination coming from him in the common room, and knew that he would try to
leave first thing when he woke up.

The pressure that had been
keeping her hand in place was fading. Was he falling asleep? Kaylin began to
drift off slightly, and her head began to fall asleep, her head meeting the
side of Draco's cot. She'd been sitting on a chair next to him the entire time.

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Just before Draco was fully
asleep, he felt a head meet the side of his bed. Kaylin. Why was she watching
over him? Did she actually care if he spilled his guts everywhere right in
front of her. He began to wonder why, but he'd never find out unless he could
get 'closer' to her. He wasn't really willing to attempt that, seeing as the
two of them didn't get along well.

Still, he felt a strange
attachment to her. He reached over and ran his fingers through her long black
hair, thinking. Did he really hate her now? No. Not really. He was surprised
his touch didn't wake her. By the time he'd drifted off to sleep, he was still
holding her hand and had his other hand in her hair.