AN: I wrote this story with my friends HyperInSugar and ShamrockAndRoll, though I wrote the majority of it and came up with the idea.

Hermione is walking to class and runs into Draco, hitting her arm on the wall.

"Oh, no!" she exclaims, hurriedly covering her arm and running on.

"Mudblood," he mutters under his breath at the sight of Granger.

Hermione frowns, her eyes welling up.

"I can hear him! Dirty blood, that's you," she whispers to herself, ducking into an empty classroom. Hermione hurriedly removes a blade from her bag and slices at her arm.

"Where has she gone?" he asks himself. In the past few months, he has noticed that she has been trying to hide something. But what it could be?

The lack of answers is actually infuriating, as he wanders through the crowded corridor.

From outside, Hermione hears a noise like someone stepping just outside the classroom. She drops the blade, spattering blood and creating a huge ruckus. Hermione tries to pull down her sleeve, but it is caught on something, leaving her cuts and scars exposed to whomever might be outside.

He is slightly startled by the sound of a door closing nearby, and he decides to head towards that classroom. Curiosity may have killed the cat, but nevertheless, it is still amusing to discover the whereabouts of certain students.

Hermione heaves as she tried to pull her sleeve out. She can hear someone's footsteps outside, she can hear the knob turning, and she can see blood running down her wrist and onto the floor.

He blinks in shock as he steps inside the classroom and comes face to face with Hermione Granger.

There is something wrong with the muggle, as he notices his eyes are red and slightly puffy. He realizes in shock that beneath her feet are blood droplets and the sleeves in her shirt are bloody.

"What have you done?" he wonders aloud.

"Silly me!" Hermione exclaims, sneakily picking up the fallen razorblade. "I caught my arm on the side of this desk and hit it, it hurt quite badly!"

Hermione bites her lip and stood up, trying to figure out what to do next. If she rushed out, Draco might suspect something, but if she stayed here he could ask questions.

"What was that about?" he asks himself rhetorically. For once, he is actually concerned about Granger's well-being.

"You are coming with me to the infirmary," he snarls, grabbing her wrists carefully and pulling her out of that classroom.

"Draco!" she exclaims. "Did I just call him DRACO?" she asks herself, but realizes she has more important things at hand. "I told you, I caught my arm. Get off of me, I've got to go to lessons!"

Hermione pulls away from him, wincing at the pain, and starts towards the door.

"Wait!" he exclaims, still in shock with his sudden burst. He shouldn't be this concerned over Potter's friend, yet a part of him is worried about her.

Hermione casts him a dirty look. "What now? I need to go to class!" She pulls at her bloody sleeve, gripping her arm tightly and shifting her weight constantly.

He grabs her by her upper arm and keeps on dragging her to the infirmary. He'll drop her off there and pretend the whole thing never happened.

"DRACO!" she screams, trying to pull away. "GET OFF OF ME!"

Hermione slaps him and starts to run, cradling her arm and crying as she slams the door on the girl's bathroom.

He is flabbergasted, standing there with her blood smeared on his hand.

"Stupid Mudblood," he mutters, "What's she doing?"

Hermione sobs as she slides down the door and reveals her bloodied arm. "I used to be pretty," she says to herself. "Not anymore." She scratches at her arm, opening up another cut and creating another rapid flow of blood. "Oh no!"

He can here her sobbing from outside, but what does it matter? He needs to go get this girl's blood off his hand anyway. He walks in the direction of the boys' bathroom.

Hermione is startled by the sound of footsteps just outside. She gasps as she realizes that she's late for Arithmancy. "I'm going to miss class!" Hermione says, sobbing again. "I've never missed a class before!"

Slowly standing up, Hermione cautiously opens the door. "I hope no one saw me," she thinks aloud, walking down the hall where she can hear fervent splashing. "What is going on?"

Draco rinses off his hand and turns off the tap. He dries his hand and steps outside, coming face-to-face with Hermione again. He notices that her eyes are very red and puffy now.

"Oh my god! Draco!" she exclaims, trying to rush away. He catches her arm.

Why is he doing this, he shouldn't care, if his father ever found out- but that doesn't matter right now. Without saying a word he drags her all the way to the hospital wing, ignoring her protests along the way.

"Draco! Please, Draco, I'll do anything, please, please don't make me go to the hospital wing, I'm fine, I've already told you what happened, it's not even deep, I caught my arm!"

He stops outside the door to the hospital wing and turns furiously to face her. "It doesn't matter what you did, the point is you need to get in there and get it looked at!" He shoves her in the door.

Madam Pomfrey looks expectantly at her. "Yes, Hermione?" she asks.

"Oh, I just wanted to see how Harry was doing, you know how he was injured in the last match!" Hermione exclaims.

Draco shakes his head, impatient, he can hear what she's saying through the door. He bursts in and says, "She cut her arm or something, look." He pulls up her sleeve.

Hermione pulls her sleeve back down quickly and nudges Draco. "Get off of me!" Draco's face is white as Hermione tries to rush out. Madam Pomfrey is paying very little attention to either as she looks at Harry's broken arm.

"I'm afraid you'll have to wait a little bit to see him, dear, he's sleeping right now," Madam Pomfrey says, turning around, but only Draco is there, staring blankly at the space where Hermione was.