He didn't find anything, until the last page, which made him gasp.
"MADAM!" He yelled, shocked. She hurried back.
"Ah. I was right."
"Right?" Draco found himself going frantic. "About what?" Madam didn't answer, however she passed the book back to him, and muttered spells that he had never heard before. He looked back down at the page, fear circling his heart as it had when he saw it first.
From the black hair to the Red eyes, the rough sketch in the back was Fergie through and through.
"Harry..."She whimpered. He left the book open on the foot of the bed so Madam could see it if she needed it. He held her hand gently, sparing little thought for whoever Harry was.
"Let me know if there are any symptoms, she may start shaking, or be unable to see when she wakes up. There are some other things, but those are the most serious." Madam told him, bustling away without another word.
"Where are you going?" He called after her rudely.
"To talk to Professor Kingsly!" She replied, the doors swinging closed.
Draco was left with his thoughts, as he watched the sleeping girl. She didn't stay sleeping for long though, as after a few minutes she rolled onto her side, and her eyes met his.
"Wow. Trippy." She said, yawning and stretching out.
"You think!" Draco said with a laugh. "I've been worried, relieved, scared, worried, and relieved, in that order in the last ten minutes!" Fergie went to sit up, but Draco forced her to lie down.
"What's going on?"
"You can't leave yet; Madam just put some spells on you." Draco told her. Fergie frowned, and Draco he smiled at her confused face.
"Ouch." Fergie said suddenly, her hand on her side. "Why is there a cut on my side?" She asked. Draco shrugged.
"No idea. Madam stopped it bleeding though."
"Wait a second, what spells? Apart from the hole in my side I feel fine!"
Draco rescued the book from the end of the bed, and held it out to her to read. She pulled it away from him, her eyes shining as she began to read.
"Oh sh..." She nearly swore. Her eyes grew wide and she slammed the book closed.
"What? I couldn't translate the writing. Its old and some weird alphabet." Draco grew worried yet again.
"It's Russian." She said absentmindedly.
"You speak it?"
"No, but there's an ancient rune translation which I do speak."
"What does it say?" Again, Fergie ignored him.
"Can you do me a favour?" She asked.
"Anything!" Draco said instantly.
"Send an Owl to Fred and George. Tell them it's about me and I have to talk to them." Fergie sunk lower onto her pillow, and placed her hand on her head.
"The Weaslys? How do you even know them?"
"Just promise me, please Draco." Draco nodded confirmation, and Fergie closed her eyes.
Draco stroked her cheek gently.
"Get some sleep Mr Malfoy." A gently voice in the doorway told him. He hadn't noticed the time elapsed, and jumped at hearing Professor Kingsly.
"I'm not tired." He replied.
"Some food then, you were hungry. She'll be okay." Madam put in. Draco nodded; only because he knew arguing would get him in more trouble than good.
"WEASLY! WEASLY! I THOUGHT I HAD RID OF YOU WHEN YOU FLEW OUT! GET OUT OF MY HOSPITAL WING"
"Sorry Madam!" A familiar voice called out, growing louder and louder.
"We'll be quiet!" An identical yet somehow different voice called out.
"ONE PEEK AND YOU'LL BE BANNED FROM THE CASTLE!" The nurse screamed at them, before retiring to her office.
"Fergie!" Fred leapt onto her bed, George quick behind him, both embracing her in a quick hug before leaning back on the bed. Fergie couldn't help but laugh.
"You guys are insane." She said with a giggle. Fred looked at George as though he was hurt, and George shrugged. Both looked back at her at exactly the same time with identical grins.
"So, what's happening then?"
"I need help." Fergie said, her voice becoming serious.
"How?" George asked immediately.
Fergie took a deep breath.
"I need to get out."
"Well I'll need a job."
"When can you start?" With a laugh, Fergie pulled both of them into a hug.
"I love you guys." They grinned, and pulled back.
"Why though?" Fred asked, curiously. "You have everything here."
"Exactly." She said in a quiet voice, unlike her own. "Can you imagine living as someone else for your entire life? I can't do it. And I can't tell Draco who I really am either." Fred and George nodded.
"There's Hogsmeade, Diagon Alley or our new French branch. Which one?" George asked, pulling a piece of parchment out of his pocket.
"The French branch would be fantastic guys. I owe you so much."
Fred waved it off.
"You're family." He told her. "Do you speak French?"
"Fluently. I lived there when I was little. "
"Good. It's always an advantage. You can live above the shop if you want; as long as you let us live in the spare rooms from time to time."
"Thank you. So much."
"So see you Monday?"
Though still a little tired, Fergie was up and back in lessons within a week.
"Draco, I am fine!" She had resorted to snapping at him. His overprotective-ness was flattering, but annoying.
"I'm sorry." He said with a sheepish grin, which made all of Fergie's anger melt away. She kissed him on the lips, savouring his taste. A goodbye kiss, her mind told her. She hoped Draco didn't know that. She turned suddenly and headed towards the Great Hall without him.
"Harry!" She hissed, as she caught up with the scruffy haired boy. He nodded as though he had seen something on the floor, but she knew he was listening. "Talk. Owlery. Five minutes." Another nod, as he went towards the Gryffindor table without her. With a sad sigh, she grabbed some toast off of the end of the Slytherin table, and turned to walk out again.
"Fergie!" Blaise called. She twisted to look at him.
"Something's happening isn't it?" He asked, standing up and walking towards her.
"What do you mean?" She said a frown on her face.
"You're going to do something." She went to talk but he cut her off. "Fergie, I can tell, it's in your eyes. Whatever you do...No, ignore that. Just remember we love you, yeah?" Fergie's eyes filled with tears. She attacked him with a hug, and he laughed.
"I knew it. Just promise me you'll remember?" Fergie nodded into his shoulder.
"I promise. I have to go."
Blaise let go of her, gave her one final look, and then returned to his seat.
"What's happening Hermione?" Harry asked, leaning against one of the seats without sitting.
"I'm running Harry. I can't take this any more." Harry nodded, as though he'd been expecting it.
"Do you know where?"
"France. Owl the twins if you want to find me. Blaise will probably ask you where I am, owl me if he does, please. Thank you Harry."
"For letting me love the enemy. For being there. Thanks." She pulled him into a hug.
"Hermione, you'll be my little sister no matter what. Keep in touch yeah?"
"Couldn't stop myself if I tried." She said, with a tearful grin. "Give these to Draco and Blaise on Monday would you? Please?" Harry took the letters she held out to him. "Thank you."
"Its not Goodbye Harry, its Goodbye for now." With one final hug, she turned from her friend and counted her paces. It seemed to take forever to get to the Slytherin Dorm, and packing seemed to take even longer. When the suitcase was finally done up, she wiped the stray tear from her face, and left for the last time.
Pretending to be someone your not is a waste of the person you are.
NOTE So its TTFN!
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