Draco walked through the portrait hole for the Head Boy and Head Girl common room.
To the left was his dorm up a winding staircase and to the right was Hermione's dorm, up another winding staircase.
He started to walk up his stairs before hearing a moan.
He stopped still, ears straining. He could hear panting!
He walked back down a step, slowly before rushing quietly up Hermione's steps to listen outside her door.
He heard her moan again, then more panting.
"No way!!!" he thought. "She can't be in there having sex. What if I just barge in?" he thought slyly. "She'll be sooo embarrassed!"
"Do I really want to embarrass her or stop them?"
"What?"
He'd never had these thoughts before but he realised that it wasn't so that he could embarrass her; he wanted to stop whatever bastard was in there from having sex with her!
His mind set he pushed the door open in a rush.
He blinked, looking round.
She was alone, curled up on the bed, knees to chest with her arms tight around her stomach.
She let out another moan, breathing shallowly afterwards.
She didn't seem to have noticed that he'd come into her room uninvited.
"Granger!" He barked, she only moaned in response.
"What's wrong with you? Get up!"
"Cant... I..." she groaned, her arms tightening over her stomach. "Got girls...problems..."
This threw him. "Well I...Madam Pomfry" he said, his mind set he slipped his arms around her, ready to pick her up.
"No!" she gasped, "only makes it...worse...next time..." she gasped out.
"Well then what can I do?" he was agitated; he didn't know how to deal with this sort of thing.
"Hot...water...bottle and...paracetamol."
He rushed away. He had no idea what those things were but he'd find them if it stopped her being in pain.