Bellamione| Is it impossible

Chapter 32

Point of view Hermione

Black. The only thing I've seen in about forever.
My head was pounding, my wounds were burning, and something in my arm was unfamiliar. I wanted to open my eyes, but it would be like they were sewn shut. My body felt like lead. The only possible movement was moving my upper body up and down. A warm hand was placed on my forehead, it warmed it. I had to be pretty cold.

A wet cloth was placed on my forehead after which the hand had disappeared. The warmth that emanated from it was pleasant and I enjoyed it. It seemed to flow into all my limbs and melt the ice. My fingers twitched. I heard a call, but couldn't place it from whom it was coming. The twitch spread down my arms and legs until it reached my lids. Artificial and yellow light came out between them.

Then I managed to open my eyes. Zissa sat next to me. My gaze wandered slowly and confused across the room. A hand touched my arm and I hissed in pain, noticing something in my arm. I looked down. A needle with a tube was attached to it. This led to a dripping bag. I tried to move, but didn't move except my eye lids. "You had to lie still, that's why you have the Impedimanta on you." I wanted to nod, but it didn't work so I just left it.

There was a squeak and uncomfortable goose bumps covered my skin. The little hairs stood up. I still felt weak. Zissa took the comfortable rag from my head and I took a deep breath. It was strange. An ice cold hand touched my forehead. The black fingernails tickled the skin, the area began to tingle pleasantly and my gaze spotted black eyes. They sparkled, but thanks to my tiredness I couldn't classify feelings. I closed my eyes.

The hand disappeared. My arms and legs turned to lead. My eyelids banished the light for a short time. When I opened it again, the room was not lit by the lamp but by the midday light. I was alone and enjoyed it. I smiled gently and sat up.

Everything hurt, but it was relaxing. I stretched carefully, looking at my arm. Scars adorned my forearm. They let it heal.
I had to smile. The door creaked and I turned to the sound. ,,Are you feeling better? Granger? "Draco asked, placing a piece of bread and a glass of milk next to me. I nodded and slowly began to eat. He just stood there and watched me. When I had finished eating and drinking, he left the room with the dishes and I was alone again.