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A/N: This is a short little ficlet. A three-shot that I came up with randomly. Hope you like it.
"Ron! Ron! You forgot your owl- again!" Hermione yelled at Ron, as the train to Hogwarts sped up.
Ron grumbled but came and took Pig. "When will Mum realize that I just don't want him? I'm trying to forget him at home."
Hermione shook her head, and walked into their compartment with her red-haired friend.
"Hi Hermione," said Ginny to her left.
"Hey, what's up?" she asked, sitting down.
"Not much, really. Ron, see Mum got Pigwidgeon back to you."
Ron grumbled, but didn't say anything.
Suddenly, in the halls, there were screams. Harry stood up first, followed by Hermione, and Ginny. They all had their wands out.
Harry slid the compartment door open, and it was a mess outside. Obviously, some kind of a fight was going on.
"Move, Harry! Let's go!" Hermione said, prodding him in the back. "Harry, I'm Head Girl, I need to stop this!"
Harry nodded slowly, transfixed on the spot, staring at the fight. Then he snapped, and walked briskly into the crowd that was surrounding to boys.
"ALL RIGHT!" Hermione shouted, getting the crowd's attention. "Back to your compartments, all of you. Sorry, we need to sort this out. Move along folks, move along. Thank you, thank you."
Slowly, the crowd thinned, but the fighting didn't stop. Hermione looked upon it, disgusted. She saw flashes of green and yellow. Together, Harry and Hermione managed to pull off, shockingly, Justin Finch-Fletchy from an unconscious Slytherin.
"Lemme go! I- wasn't- finished- yet!" Justin yelled, fighting against Harry.
"Hermione… is… is he, um, okay?" Harry asked, nodding towards the Slytherin.
"I- I'm not sure…" Hermione said, stepping around the boy carefully.
The Slytherin was on his stomach, and he wasn't breathing. Hermione's pulse, already racing, quickened.
"Justin," she asked, turning to face him, "did you kill him?"
Justin looked triumphant. "Hope I did," he said breathlessly. "Made fun of me for being a Muggleborn, see. Thought he should just pay for it- once and for all. He's been doin' it ever since 2nd year, when I got Petrified, remember, doncha?"
Hermione looked at him with a mix between pity, and disgust. Slytherin or no Slytherin, he had done horrible damage.
She held her breath as she turned him over. She gasped when she saw who it was. It came as no surprise, it was Malfoy.
Instantly she was torn. This was her arch-enemy, who had tormented her since they day they made eye-contact. On the other hand, she was Head Girl, and she probably should help him, because it was her duty.
"Well?" Harry asked, now holding back Justin with the tip of his wand. "What do you do?"
"Me?" she squeaked. "Well… it was a Muggle type inflicted wound- meaning it was non-magically inflicted, Justin," she said when he opened his mouth to say something. "But… other than CPR, I can't think of what to do…" she trailed off staring at the unconscious body of Malfoy.
"Well then, for God's sake do CPR, Hermione!" Harry yelled, throwing his free hand in the air.
"I don't know how… or have a license or…" she said, wringing her hands in despair.
"HERMIONE! THIS IS THE MAGICAL WORLD! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD JUST PERFORM CPR!!!" Harry bellowed.
"Okay… okay… I'll try," she said, placing her hands awkwardly on his chest.
An hour later, Draco was conscious, but had no earthly idea it was Hermione who had done it for him. He was still weak and he was laying in the Head's compartment with Hermione and a very green looking Anthony Goldstein- the Head Boy. Harry had sent Hedwig (Ron refused point blank to use Pig) ahead to let Professor McGonagall know.
"Erm… Hermione… is he going to be okay?" Anthony asked. Hermione didn't say anything. "Is he?" he asked again.
"He'll live," said Hermione shortly.
"Heard it was you who performed… PCR or something like that…" said Anthony breathlessly.
"CPR," Hermione corrected, "and yeah. That was me."
"Wow… and on Malfoy to boot. I mean, it was bad enough it was a Slytherin… but it had to be on Malfoy and…"
"Yeah, I get it," she said, cutting across his words. She really just wanted to get to Hogwarts so she could escape Malfoy.
"Sorry…" said Anthony, looking down.
"It's not your fault," said Hermione, apologetically. "I just… I dunno. I feel weird." She stood up and looked out the window at the passing world.
Anthony looked at her sympathetically. "It's probably because it was Malfoy. I mean, you've been enemies since the minute he looked at you. And now… well… you're…"
"Connected," Hermione finished sourly, not withdrawing her gaze from the window.
"Yeah…" said Anthony quietly, "connected."
Within 45 minutes, the train pulled up to Hogwarts. Hermione helped Madam Pompfrey get Malfoy to a horse-less carriage before finding Harry, Ron and Ginny at their carriage.
"These horse things…" said Harry, eyeing them with great distaste, "no matter how long you've been able to see them- they're still weird."
Ron laughed, but Hermione was elsewhere, her brain not really focused.
"Hermione?" Ginny asked, "You coming?"
"What? Oh, yeah… I'm coming."
"Hermione, are you okay?" Harry asked, concerned. "You don't seem to be yourself. You're usually excited by this time…"
Hermione didn't respond at first. "I guess I'm just… overwhelmed. It was a long day. I just want to go to bed, really."
Ron looked at her with sympathy. "It was saving the ferret, wasn't it? It really had to be him that had to be saved, didn't it? And of course it just had to be you, too. Don't know why you didn't just let him die. I'm with Justin on this one," Ron added as an afterthought.
Hermione managed a wan smile as the carriages came to a halt at the front doors.
Everyone hopped out, and was just about to join in the queue to head inside when Professor McGonagall walked out, briskly.
"Miss Granger? Oh, there you are. Come with me please."
Harry, Ron and Ginny waved good-bye as Hermione was shepherded into the Headmistress' Office.
"Yes Professor?" she asked, after sitting down.
"I would like to talk about what happened on the train, if you don't mind."
Hermione didn't groan or let out any gasp of disbelief- she had seen this coming.
"I heard a lot of commotion in the halls, so Harry and I went to check it out," Hermione began. "We saw Justin on top of Malfoy beating the life out of him because, apparently, he had made fun of him for being a Muggleborn. Harry and I managed to pull him off, but Malfoy was unconscious."
"So…" McGonagall prompted.
"So, after much hesitation, I performed CPR on him. He woke up, Harry and I helped him into the Head's compartment and we sent you the owl," she finished.
"CPR?" the Professor questioned.
"It's a Muggle way of getting someone to breathe again. I figured, since it was a Muggle way of inflicting the wound- Justin didn't use a wand- a Muggle was of resuscitation would be appropriate."
McGonagall nodded curtly. "Very well. You may return to the feast after I tell you one last thing."
"Yes, Professor?" asked Hermione expectantly.
"Madam Pompfrey has told me that Mr. Malfoy will reside in the Hospital Wing until tomorrow. I would like you to tell him it was you who helped him tonight."
Hermione squeaked. Let Malfoy know she saved him? No way. "Are you sure about this Professor? I really highly doubt that Malfoy will care and…"
"You heard what I said, Miss Granger," said Professor McGonagall in a very final sort of manner. "He knows tomorrow. And know this- I will know if you did it or not." She walked out of the room, leaving Hermione in her disbelief.
She felt as though she had been punched in the stomach. Why did it have to be Malfoy? Why did it have to be her that saved him? She couldn't believe this was happening.
A/N: Hello people! Well, here was Part 1 of 3. This is my first non-first-person story, so please let me know if I'm doing a good job! Please! Leave reviews!