Hey guys! This is my first fanfic, Slowly Falling. I am not the owner of Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, or any of J.K.'s wonderful characters. I will try to make this as realistic as possible so bear with me guys. Enjoy!

If you happened to be walking through the halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizadry today you would have seen a group of three friends. They were smiling and laughing at each of the stories they exchanged. The boy on the right, if you were watching them from the angle Draco Malfoy was at, was tall, red-headed, and had enough freckles to cover a mile. The girl in the middle was a tall, bushy-haired brunette who seemed perfectly at ease. The boy on the left was tall, skinny, scruffy haired, wore glasses, and had a lightning-bolt scar on his forehead. Draco Malfoy glared at the trio as they passed by.

"How can they be so care-free with exams just around the corner," Draco Malfoy sneered in disgust.

"To be fair, they have Hermione Granger on their side," answered Draco's best friend, Blaise Zabini.

"He does make a point," agreed Teddy,"that girl is to smart for her own good!"

"Granger, always Potter and Weasley's cheat sheet. In a way I feel bad for her. For such a smart girl, she's to thick to see that they're just using her. I guess it's because she's a Mudblood," Malfoy stated.

"Yeah, only a Mudblood would be that thick. I for one don't feel sorry for her at all, she deserves it; Mudbloods don't deserve magical abilities," Teddy concluded.

"Your right, what am I thinking! I must be sick! Will someone accompany me to the hospital wing?"

"I'll do it," piped up Pansy Parkinson, Draco's girlfriend,"come along Draco dear."

"See you guys later." With that, Draco Malfoy bid his friends goodbye. As it so happened, in his rush to the hospital wing, he slammed into the said 'Mudblood'.

"Watch where you're going Granger," Malfoy snarled as he brushed himself off.

"Stuff it you little git," Ron Weasley snapped as he turned to help his best friend Hermione up.

"Thats right Potter, Weasley help her up, don't want you're little cheat sheet to get hurt," Malfoy taunted as Pansy snorted in the background.

"I am not a 'cheat sheet' Malfoy," Hermione seethed.

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot, your a Mudblood."

Several things seemed to happen at once. Potter screamed something about paying for calling Granger that. Weasley brandished his wand. Granger looked shocked then came toward him at a run. He felt a sharp pain in his nose and jaw. The last thing he saw was Granger, seeming to shatter like a mirror, horror etched on her face.

Draco woke up with a start. He looked around and noticed he was in the hospital wing. He went to rub his eyes, but felt pain surge through him as he brushed his nose. He tenderly felt it and winced. Looking in the mirror, he noticed his nose and jaw were broken. Then the memories came flooding back. He remembered Granger punching him and then shattering. He wondered if the latter was just his imagination. If not, what had happened? He didn't remember hexing her. Wait, backtrack, was he actually worried about Granger? Well he was human so it made sense. He grimaced at the thought. He was saved from this thought by that sorry excuse of a mediwitch.

"You are free to go when you are ready Mr. Malfoy."

He frowned, didn't the old coot have an at least two day stay rule? "How long was I out."

"I'd say about a week or two."

Draco gagged. He had missed two weeks? How did he not notice it had been that long? Had anyone visited him? These questions flew through his mind as he walked to the great hall. Blaise tapped Theodore and Pansy's shoulders. They scooted over to accommodate him when he came close.

"Hey Draco, I see your better," said Theodore.

"I guess." I was dying to ask them about the whole Granger thing, but first I had to think of a way to ask it without rising in suspicion.

"Ya, after Granger punched you she got what she deserved." Here was his loophole.

"What happened," he asked, trying to sound curious.

"The spell Potter sent towards you hit Granger. That's what she gets for punching you."

"What did the spell do?"

"She seemed to shatter." Draco hid his gasp behind a snicker. So the whole Granger thing actually happened. No matter how much he hated Granger, no one should have to go through that. Was she dead? Was Potter remorseful? Did he know where she was?

"Ya, it was rather funny."

Inwardly he gawked at his girlfriend, how could anyone be so cruel as to think that was alright?

"I bet it was," he choked out. Blaise glanced at him questioningly, but let it go. Draco was extremely thankful for his Italian friend.

"How much of a fight did Madam Pomfrey give you," he settled with.

"None at all actually, she just said I was free to go when I was ready."

"Weird."

Harry Potter looked over to the Slytherin table in disgust. He could tell they were talking about Hermione. Hermione, he hadn't meant to hit her. He hadn't realized she would try to punch Malfoy, although now it seemed perfectly logical. When he had rushed to Professor Dumbledore's office, he had thought about what he had done. The spell was meant for Malfoy. He had once found it written in a book. When he looked at what it did it said 'for enemies' if he had known it was an extremely dark spell he would have never used it.

"Are you still thinking about Hermione," asked his girlfriend Ginny Weasley.

"Of course he is, he's the one who cast the spell," retorted his best friend Ron Weasley.

"He didn't mean to hit her, get a grip Ron."

"It's still hard to believe shes gone."

"None of us can."

Ron put his hand on his head as he said,"I'm never going to pass now."

"Ron!"

"What, the only reason we hang out with her is because she's smart right?"

Harry gawked at Ron. How could he say something like that? He looked over at Ginny, finding that she had had the same reaction.

"How could you say something like that Ronald!"

"It's true!"

"I thought you said you liked her," Ginny screamed, attracting the attention of the rest of the Great Hall.

"I only did for her brains, nothing else."

"How dare you!"

"Calm down Ginny," Harry says urgently.

"No, I will not 'calm down' Harry, he is a git, maybe a bigger one than Malfoy!"

"Geez Ginny," said Ron,"don't get to harsh."

"I'm not being harsh, I'm being kinder than I should, your a bigger prat than Percy and Malfoy combined!"

Ron watched her in shock as she fumed at him. Ginny was never this angry, not even when Malfoy was being mean to her. Professor McGonagall walked over to the Gryffindor table to see what all the commotion was. Ron had exited the Great Hall already, so Ginny was slightly less ballistic.

"Ms. Weasley, Mr. Potter, would you care to explain why you have disrupted everyone's lunch?"

"I'm sorry Professor," he says glancing at Ginny,"Ron was insulting Hermione, so Ginny went ballistic."

Ginny was blushing, realizing what she had done.

"I will talk with Mr. Weasley later, ten points from Gryffindor for causing such a commotion, thank you."

With a swish of her cloak, Professor McGonagall went to find Ron.