Sleeping Beauty

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Key: {}= Esmeralda talking in her sleep

~Still Draco's P.O.V~

I see a fellow Slytherin boy run back into potions class and soon comes back with Professor Snape.
"What happened?"
"We don't know, she just fainted." Said Pansy looking scared.
"We'll take her to the Headmaster. Get back to class." Everyone listened besides me and the boy that got the Professor. He out his hand in my shoulder.
"She's in good hands mate." I rub my hands, pretending that it itches. I turn to the boy,
"I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." I stick my hand out.
"Blaise Zabini." And we shook hands. We headed to class, luckily there were two spots left, next to Pansy. She was talking to her friends. As the lesson began my thoughts travelled. I hope she is ok. After all our classes were over I looked at the clock and turned to Blaise.
"Will you come with me to the Headmasters office before dinner?"
"Sure, want me to get Pansy too?"
"NO! I mean she seems fine."
"Ok let's go."

~At the Headmasters Door~

"Come in young Malfoy" I walk in and wait.
"How can I help you, young Malfoy?"
"Is Esmeralda ok?" He looked at me for a moment then motions for me to follow him. He goes to a door and says  a password.
"Beau." I gave him a weird look.
"Boo?" He laughs.
"No, the french word for beautiful young Draco." I nod. Then we walk through the door. I look out the window and we are high in a tower.
"Please just take me to Esmeralda." He opens the door and there she was, laying there, Pangur Bán at her feet, whimpering.
"Your flower sleeps." I walk up to her and grab her hand.
"I will fix this. I promise." I let go of her hand and as I walk away I hear her whisper
{Draco, save me.} I rush back over to her and listen.
"Keep talking my flower."
{Save me my prince. Don't leave me in the dark.} I widen my eyes at the word 'prince' so I took my ink, quill, and parchment out. I'm gonna come here everyday and write down what she says. I look at Pangur Bán with tear filled eyes. He nods at me, I walk over to a vase, fill it with water, and place the flower from my garden in it.
"Headmaster, I'm going to come here everyday. I hope you are ok with that. Even if you weren't, I'm still coming." He nods.
"I'll leave you two alone for a while."

*hours later*

I wake up to Pangur Bán rubbing his head on mine.
"I'll save her boy, I promise, don't worry." I look at the clock and get ready to leave. As I walk out of the Headmasters office I get embraced.
"Where were you Draco dear, you scared me."
"I'm sorry miss Parkenson, I had something important to talk to mr. Malfoy about, I did not mean to keep him for so long." The Headmaster covered up.
"Must have been REALLY important to have kept him for 6 hours." I was up there for 6 hours?

~Esmeralda's P.O.V~

I'm in a beautiful place. It looks like an enchanted forest and all the trees are weeping cherry willow trees. I see Draco, why do you look so sad my prince?
"I'll fix this I promise." Fix what? I try to move but I can't. What is happening? I look down at my left ring finger that got cut by the tarot cards, vines are coming from it. Oh no.
{Draco, save me.} I see him look at me and come towards me.
"Keep talking my flower." He holds my hand and strokes my cheek.
{

Save me my prince.} I keep trying to move. Please what ever world I'm in, let me touch my prince. Why do I have these thoughts? I just met him and I'm calling him my prince. No, don't let go Draco please. No, he's letting go of my hand. Don't leave!!! I feel tears in my eyes.


~Draco's P.O.V~

I'm at dinner sitting in between Blaise and Pansy. She is talking to her friends and keeps trying to hold my hand, I move it away.
"I'm not in the mood Pansy!" I shouted at her. Dumbledore steps up to his podium.
"Attention students: easier today, a student was cursed. She is safe, in a warm, and safe place, physically and mentally. We will get to the bottom of this. Enjoy your meal." I hope she is having pleasant dreams.

~Pansy's P.O.V~

Ha, she is still going to have nightmares in this 'pleasant' space. I hope she rots.

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