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Chapter one: Bloody and broken.
He was waltzing down the corridor in the chilly castle, on a day in December with an unusual amount of spring in his steps. What could he say, the Christmas spirit had finally caught up to him. He made a big effort to look around for mistletoe. He sweared that mistletoe was the most annoying thing yet the Weasley brothers had crafted. They trapped people under them till they kissed. No escape. Normally he wouldn't have minded much and enjoyed all the embarrassment it caused, but after being trapped under one with no other than Hagrid, he wasn't quite as big of a fan. The worst was that it happened right outside the great hall after dinner. Almost everyone had seen it. So therefore, he was always on guard.
At least the halls seemed to be empty this late, but then should a brand of mistletoe decide he was to be its newest offer, he would have to wait for someone to come and rescue him.
As he worked his way down towards the dungeons and daydreamed about his big four poster bed, he suddenly heard a muffled cry coming from an empty classroom, or, he supposed, a classroom no longer empty. With careful steps he made his towards the oak door, turned the silver grasp and pushed the door open. At first the dark sheltered who or what was in there, but slowly as his eyes adjusted to the dark, he could make out the outline of desks and chairs piled up along the walls and in the middle of the stone floor laid a girl. A girl with big unruly curly hair. She laid in what appeared to be a small pool of water. He cast a lumos to see her more clearly and was shocked to see that the water wasn't water, but blood. Her robes were torn open and revealed all her private parts. He recognised her, with that hair who wouldn't? Granger was laying in a pool of blood in an abandoned classroom, unconscious, bruised and with several broken bones from what he could see. Strangely enough he wasn't disgusted by her, only by the person who did this to her. She wasn't a person who was supposed to be so vulnerable, so helpless. He had to help her, get her to the hospital wing. His gaze fell on the corner where her wand was laying. Carefully he walked over grabbed her wand from the ground and stopped. How would he get her anywhere? He examined her and realised he would have to carry her, groaning at the mere thought. Gently he picked her up in his arms and was surprised by how little she weighed. Wasn't she eating? Why did he care anyway? She was just the mud-the muggleborn Granger. His shirt was soaked in blood by the time he got to the hospital wing.
"Madam Pomfrey?!", he called out to the empty room filled with beds.
He laid Granger on a bed and ran down the isle between the beds. His fist banged on Madam Pomfrey's door in a past and desperate series of knocks, while he continued to shout her name. The white door swung open and revealed the plump mediwitch, hair was filled with curlers, in her nightgown with a purple rope thrown over it. Her face paled when she saw him, his once white shirt, now soaked in red blood.
"Mister Malfoy!", she gasped.
"It's Granger! She... I don't know how, but she is hurt. Badly!", Draco's voice had a desperate ring to it.
Madam Pomfrey promptly shoved him out of the way and determined stormed down to her newest patient, Immediately starting to cast diagnostic spells and gathering potions. Draco, sensing he wouldn't be needed any longe way back to the dungeons deep in thought.
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