Hermione felt as though someone had plunged a hand straight into her chest and gripped it tightly around her heart. There was a loud smash as the bottle slipped through her fingertips and shattered around her feet.

Edited- 13/3/2010

“Why are you talking to me? I’m a mudblood remember, scum of the wizarding world. You wouldn’t want to catch any germs.” She replied coldly.

“Yeh well maybe I’m starting to build immunities.” He muttered under his breath.

 

Edited- 11/10/2010
 

“Miss Granger calm down. No one is suggesting taking Head Girl away from you. And you mustn’t take this the wrong way. Molly thinks of you as a second daughter. She doesn’t want you to lose Head Girl, she is merely worried that you may feel like it’s too much to cope with on top of everything else.”

He turned to look at her. What she had just said shocked him, there certainly weren't many people who believed in him at the moment. The invisible force that had been there between them at the Leaky Cauldron had returned. They both felt it threatening to pull them closer as they continued to look at each other.

"Seriously Granger fainting in class isn't the end of the world. I'm sure you'll manage to catch up on all the thrilling lessons you missed." He teased her sarcastically.

She couldn't reply. If she had opened her mouth she was scared that either a desperate cry would leave her lips or she’d curse him into oblivion for leaving her in this mess. There was a small voice in the back of her head telling her she was a willing participant in the events that had led to this disaster. Her conscience really chose the worst times to come out.

"Talk about over-reacting. I was only going to offer to read through it for you. I think that's rather generous of me considering everything."

"What! If that's a reference to the night at the Leaky Cauldron then you can shut up right now. I don't owe you anything." He hissed.

"I want to know who the father really is Granger because it sure as hell isn't me. It must have been one of the other notches on your bedpost." He sniped.

She let out a soft chuckle. This she had expected.

"I don't see how any of this is funny." He said.

"Trust me Malfoy, you're definitely the father. There's been no one else." She told him, her face straight again.

"I fixed your nose. Here move your hand." She took his hand and moved it away. "See its fine. Good as new."

"Let's hope so." He muttered looking down at his hand held in hers. It felt foreign to him; he couldn't recall the last time anyone had held his hand. He tried not to be bothered by the loss of her soft skin against his when she moved her hand away. Merlin what was wrong with him? All she was doing was healing his injuries and his body was erupting in sparks at her touch.