Hey Guys! It's me, ya know the Dramione shipper. Not a ton of big Dramione moments in this chapter, but more will be coming soon, I promise!
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Ron! Wait up!" I start sprinting off to my red-haired almost, but not really boyfriend. Must he always rush away when I follow him? Does he hate me? It'd be no new wonder because almost every one does.
"He probably thinks you're a stalker," I feel someone whisper in my ear. Oh damn it. Not this again. I shake my head trying to get the sound out. Ugh! It starts mumbling and I fall down onto my knees. Pushing up with my hands, I try to get up, but I can't. I look up and see Ron running away, as if I were a disease he doesn't want to catch. No one cares; the attacks have been happening since the war. "Filthy little mud blood," it hisses in my ear. I hate that word. First, all the Slytherins calling me it; now It is. I don't have a name for my little friend that wants me dead. I'm still on my knees pushing on my temples trying to stop It. It's coming, I cn feel it. As almost as if there is a timer counting down, my head feels like it just exploded.. I start pounding my head against the cracked and grey stone floor. Distract yourself, I try but it never works. My bushy hair covers my eyes while tears drip down my face.
"He ran just sprinted away as fast as he could. He doesn't love me. That's obvious. He doesn't even like me!" Ron's running just adds to the excruciating pain. It makes my heart hurt, more then my head. Combining forces of my head and my heart, I feel myself drifting off. I pound my head one last time and collapse on my chest, blacking out.
"Mione? Are you awake?" I hear Harry ask in a curious voice.
"She should be waking up anytime soon," a familiar voice says. It's Madam Pomfrey. I can picture the stern look on her face while she stands there. "She's awake. Hermione we know you're awake."
I just want to stay here for a while. Not feeling anything, lying down, listening to them talk. No more old me. That's gone. I need to change. From now on I will be different. Different, different, different. No bookworm or know-it-all. No bushy hair and normal face. It must be better. It must be the best; it's the only way he will love me, again-if he ever loved me at all.
"Hey guys," I say while plastering a smile onto my face. They all in turn seem to breathe a sign of relief; well, at least Harry does. Ron just sits there, staring off into space. I can see Harry trying to catch his eye, but Ron just keeps staring off at the white infirmary walls. "Why am I in here?" I ask even though I know the answer. Madam Pomfrey gives Ron and Harry a quick shake of her head and turns back to look at me.
"Well, you're in here because you fell and hit your head," Harry says while ruffling his already messy black hair. Most people think I just spend most of my time holed up in a book. I do, but not just that. I also watch people, preform a little occlumency on them and just watch them again.
"Little creep," It always whispers in my ear, but I just ignore it, wincing the least I can from the pain. Maybe if I don't listen it won't even matter. Listening to peoples thoughts and seeing their actions has taught me a lot about them. For Seamus, he always has liked me, even though I find him repulsive! For Ginny, well she has that insane crush on Harry, which everyone knows about, but that's not it. She also has an obsession with, um, well, his ass. I choose not to repeat those words, for the sake of my wellbeing. Picturing Harry's, and I quote, "Firm and soft butt cheeks," does not make me sing in delight. I actually feel like throwing up. I would never perform occlumency my friends, goodness no! Also, I've never done it on Draco, never had the desire to.
"Hello?" he pauses, and I don't respond, just staring off into space. "Hermione? You okay?" Harry says while glancing at Madam Pomfrey.
"Oh yes, I'm fine. Sorry about that, zoned out for a bit." I turn my head towards Madam Pomfrey, "Can I leave?" Seeing her hesitate, I rush out," I have some Transfiguration homework to do and I really can't miss any classes! It being the beginning of the school year, the teachers must think I'm ditching class!"
Madam Pomfrey pauses, contemplating the pros and cons of me leaving. She finally sighs and says,"Let me give you one more check up and you are free to go. Eat some chocolate first, it'll make you feel better." I smile then wait for the voice to come back and bring me down. It doesn't. Exhaling in relief I proceed to stand up, grabbing onto the bedside table. Harry and Ron have already left, and Madam Pomfrey gives me a very thorough check over before she allows me to go. When I am packing up my bag that was left here, I start to wonder who brought me to the infirmary. Madam Pomfrey rushes in with some chocolate and pushes it into my hand.
Feeling the inkling to ask who my 'rescuer' was I turn to look at Madam Pomfrey and say, "Do you know who brought me here?" She puts her finger on her chin, as if pondering the pros and cons of telling me. "I think it was that boy with the white hair. Your grade. He ran if with you in his arms as if you were a wounded gazelle and he was trying to heal you," pausing she thinks for a moment. "What is his name?"
Inquiring I speak," If I may ask, do you know if this boy is in Slytherin?" I know it's not true the moment it comes out. Why would Malfoy be coming to help me! A poor Mudblood. I even cringe back at that word. Not a second to late Madam Pomfrey screams in the kind of Aha! voice you use when a lightbulb goes off above your head. "Yes he was! Draco, Draco Malfoy." I feel my mouth drop open. Draco? Draco was my brave hero? Why didn't he just leave me there, the Mudblood that I am. After mumbling a thanks to Madam Pomfrey and grabbing my bag, I hurry out of the room, not wanting to miss any more class time.
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