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CHAPTER ONE = Things Change
Malfoy flinched as the cloth dripped magic disinfectant into his chest wound. His blonde hair was messy and sticking up at odd angles and his eye was painfully swollen. He had cuts all over his body and he swore that that bone never used to stick out of his leg at that angle! Funnily enough he couldn't feel that. Draco Malfoy sighed. So this was what you got for defying Voldemort and your own father. Intense pain. He would die before he ever set foot in the forbidden forest again. He thought for a while that he would never come out alive. If it hadn't been for a very odd creature bounding into the Dark Lord he would have finished "Kavada" and Malfoy would be dead. He very much doubted he would have survived like the great Harry Potter.
"Ok, that's your chest done, now where else are you cut badly?" the young girls soft voice said.
"Will you stop fussing, woman!" Malfoy whined, squirming around on the wet grass trying not to cry out in pain.
"Hold still," she replied, holding the cloth firmly on his toned stomach. "This has to be done and you know it. You are so badly injured"
"I don't even know why you are doing this, I mean, I called you a worthless Mudblood!"
"Because," She replied slowly "It is the right thing to do."
Malfoy was still puzzled but decided to hold in all the insults that were popping into his head as she was doing a good job of healing him. Why was she being so nice? He just could not figure it out. He also couldn't see why the girl hadn't asked how he came to receive such a beating. Very unusual, knowing her.
"Hold STILL!"
"OW!"
"Don't whine, there is worse to come!"
"Oh woopee doo." He replied sarcastically.
"This will sting . . . ."
"oh no, please!" He knew this would hurt and how embarrassed would he be if he cried? What if Potter and Weasley were to find out? A respected Slytherin 67th year, son of Lucius Malfoy, crying in front of a mudblood Gryfindor! Malfoy gritted his teeth and bore the pain. After about a minute his eye had completely de-swollen and the girl came into focus. "Wow," he thought, "she's actually quite pretty." As soon as the thoughts entered his head then he dismissed them quickly and stood up.
"So, erm, I guess I'll see you around then."
"Yes, ok. Bye Draco"
"Bye Hermione." he replied
It was only as Malfoy made his way limping down to the dark Slytherin common room did he realise something. She'd called him Draco! Since when had they been on a first name basis? He halted, just outside the dungeons. He'd called her Hermione.
CHAPTER ONE = Things Change
Malfoy flinched as the cloth dripped magic disinfectant into his chest wound. His blonde hair was messy and sticking up at odd angles and his eye was painfully swollen. He had cuts all over his body and he swore that that bone never used to stick out of his leg at that angle! Funnily enough he couldn't feel that. Draco Malfoy sighed. So this was what you got for defying Voldemort and your own father. Intense pain. He would die before he ever set foot in the forbidden forest again. He thought for a while that he would never come out alive. If it hadn't been for a very odd creature bounding into the Dark Lord he would have finished "Kavada" and Malfoy would be dead. He very much doubted he would have survived like the great Harry Potter.
"Ok, that's your chest done, now where else are you cut badly?" the young girls soft voice said.
"Will you stop fussing, woman!" Malfoy whined, squirming around on the wet grass trying not to cry out in pain.
"Hold still," she replied, holding the cloth firmly on his toned stomach. "This has to be done and you know it. You are so badly injured"
"I don't even know why you are doing this, I mean, I called you a worthless Mudblood!"
"Because," She replied slowly "It is the right thing to do."
Malfoy was still puzzled but decided to hold in all the insults that were popping into his head as she was doing a good job of healing him. Why was she being so nice? He just could not figure it out. He also couldn't see why the girl hadn't asked how he came to receive such a beating. Very unusual, knowing her.
"Hold STILL!"
"OW!"
"Don't whine, there is worse to come!"
"Oh woopee doo." He replied sarcastically.
"This will sting . . . ."
"oh no, please!" He knew this would hurt and how embarrassed would he be if he cried? What if Potter and Weasley were to find out? A respected Slytherin 67th year, son of Lucius Malfoy, crying in front of a mudblood Gryfindor! Malfoy gritted his teeth and bore the pain. After about a minute his eye had completely de-swollen and the girl came into focus. "Wow," he thought, "she's actually quite pretty." As soon as the thoughts entered his head then he dismissed them quickly and stood up.
"So, erm, I guess I'll see you around then."
"Yes, ok. Bye Draco"
"Bye Hermione." he replied
It was only as Malfoy made his way limping down to the dark Slytherin common room did he realise something. She'd called him Draco! Since when had they been on a first name basis? He halted, just outside the dungeons. He'd called her Hermione.