"I'm fine," Hermione said stumbling up the stairs. Harry caught her as she began to sway.

"Sure you are," he replied sarcastically. "You are going straight to bed and resting."

"But-" she began to protest as they approached the dormitory portrait.

"No buts, If you don't I will get Madame Pomfrey, she will make sure you stay in bed and rest." Hermione hung her head in defeat and allowed Harry to lead her into the Head common room. "Wow," Harry whispered and Hermione's jaw almost hit the floor. The room was amazing, decorated with beautiful, plush furniture and a large fireplace. The room had a warmth to it that lured a person in and comforted them.

"Let's go see the bedroom," Hermione urged Harry down the scarlet lined hallway. Upon reaching the door she held her breath and pushed it open. "Oh my goodness," she said quietly taking it all in. The bed was huge, the comforter at least six inches thick, and the dark mahogany frame was draped with crimson silk forming a semi transparent canopy. All her things were already here and put away. She sighed noting the bookshelf had been placed within reach of the bed.

"I love it," she said in awe then turned to Harry, "now step out an close the door so I can change." Once the door was closed she slowly made her was to the wardrobe and placed her travel clothes in a hamper. She pulled out a soft cotton, knee length robe and donned it before climbing into the dream of a bed. "Okay," Hermione called, "I'm decent." Harry stepped inside holding a glass of water.

"You need to drink, now rest and call if you need anything. I don't know how long they're going to allow us to hang around here, depends on whoever the new Head Boy is." Harry set the water on her bedside table and walked out closing the door behind him.

Hermione sunk deeper into the bed and allowed herself to drift to sleep.

Hermione suddenly became aware of a liquid bubbling up in her throat and knew it was coming up. Panicking she leapt out of bed. "Harry!" she called with a scared, shaking voice. She heard footsteps and saw the hall light spill into the room as she dropped to all fours trying to hold everything back. Strong arms lifted her up, handing her a bucket, as she was carried quickly into the bathroom. She was set in front of the toilet. As she emptied her stomach warm hands held back her hair and gently patted her back.

When her stomach was finally empty she closed her eyes and shifted to lean against the wall.

"Are you finished?" a deep masculine voice asked. She whimpered and moved back to the toilet as dry heaves racked her body. A moment later a cool cloth was pressed to her forehead and back of her neck then wiped her mouth. A glass of water was pressed into her hand and she rinsed out her mouth.

"Hold onto my neck," the voice said and she wrapped her arms around him as he lifted her. Eyes still closed she began to drift back to sleep exhausted. The sound of running water caught her attention and she was set down. As she released him neck she brushed his hair which was straight and silky smooth.

A though struck her, Harry didn't have hair that long or straight. Neither did Ron and she knew it wasn't Ginny.

She then felt her robe being removed, she whimpered and struggled slightly, "no," she said feebly.

"Stop," he said and pulled it off her. His hands shook as he quickly removed her undergarments and placed her in the water. All thoughts off covering herself disappeared as she sunk into the warm water.

"Um... let me know when you're finished," he said. As the water eased her sore muscles she shifted so she could see her caretaker. Her heart almost stopped when she realized whose back she was staring at. "Malfoy!" she shrieked.

He jumped and turned holding a towel. "Don't look!" she yelled. He held up the towel and closed his eyes. Cautiously she rose and wrapped the towel around herself.

"Here," he said holding out his arms.

"No," she turned and took a step almost falling. Without a second thought he stepped forward and caught her up. He deposited her into her bed. "Why are you here?" she asked sleepily.

"We'll talk in the morning," he said. She heard only the first words before falling asleep.

Once she had fallen asleep Draco went into the bathroom an drew himself a bath. After removing his clothes he slipped into the pool sized tub and swam through the warm water.

When the girl had fallen asleep that afternoon her little friends were there to take care of her, but a few hours later an urgent message came about the Weasel's mother and they all left Hogwarts to see her. That left him alone with her. He planned on ignoring her and beginnings some papers but when she called for Harry she sounded so scared and desperate. He knew the feeling, alone and sick wanting desperately for someone to be there for comfort, so he ran to her and without even realizing it he was cleaning up after the vomiting mudblood and even putting her in a bath. At that point his memory froze, he tried to avert his eyes as he undressed her, oh it wasn't that he cared for her dignity but that checking out a sick girl seemed wrong and gross, but his breath hitched when he saw how much she had matured over the summer. Her body was breathtaking.

Disgusted with himself for lusting after the mudblood he doused his head in cold water attempting to take those thoughts out of his mind. How would he explain this to her in the morning? With a groan he hoisted himself from the tub and walked to his room clad in a towel.

As he passed through the common room a gasp startled him. Lavender sat on one of the couches looking through a book. She quickly closed it and turned away blushing furiously. "I- I'm sorry, I didn't know you- I," Lavender stammered.

Draco cursed and hurried past her to his room. She must be there to check on Hermione. He donned a pair of red silk pajamas and stepped into the common room. Lavender was coming from Hermione's room, she stopped when she saw him.

"I'm sorry about that," she said looking down at her feet, "I just wanted to check on Hermione, I heard you in there with her and thought I shouldn't disturb you."

Draco then realized what she was thinking, "Lavender, Hermione and I, we weren't, she was sick and I-. Oh curse it, just leave." He waved her away and she rushed out. He hear the portrait close behind her and fell heavily onto the couch. His eyes closed and he began to dream.

"Draco? Draco?" He gasped and jumped to his feet, Hermione stood behind the couch he had been on, looking a little better but still pale.

"Uh," he shoved a hand through his hair and looked away, had he been yelling in his sleep again? Had he woken her up? "Why are you out of bed, you're still sick."

She moved around the couch and sat down. "I'm feeling better, but...well, thank you for last night. I really appreciate it, I'm not used to being alone when sick. I just-, you didn't have to do that." She looked up at him her eyes huge and he began to feel uncomfortable.

He mumbled something incomprehensible and hurried away to his room leaving her sitting alone.

Draco slammed his door shut behind him and leaned against it, what was wrong with him? When she looked up at him all he could think about was taking her in his arms and kissing her soft lips. "Stop it," he said to himself slapping his forehead.

Hermione was still sitting on the couch staring at the hallway leading to his bedroom, when she had looked up at him and their eyes locked all she wanted was for him to kiss her. This was Malfoy she was thinking about, her enemy! "That sickness must have messed my mind," she muttered and went back to her room.

Hermione spends her first day back sick and stuck in bed. To make matters worse Harry, Ron, and Ginny have to leave Hogwarts due to an emergency at the Burrow. Now she is left with only Malfoy to take care of her. But she realizes she is becoming oddly attracted to him and sees a side of him she never knew existed.