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Hi guys! Yes, I've started a new fic, but this one is different. It's a bunch of non-matching one-shots of Dramione goodness that go through random things that might happen in a day that relate to MY day.
This first one is based on an event that happened around 11:40 today. I was at school, signing into my study hall, when...I fainted. Yeah. Just "Ploop!" Fell right over. Luckily my friend was there to catch me. But boy was it embarrassing! I wasn't allowed to move and all the study hall kids were just standing there staring at me until they finally told them to leave and then they had to make sure I didn't have a concussion and then they loaded me into a wheelchair and wheel's me through the school...
Anyways, I'm not allowed to get off the couch and I'm not allowed to do much of anything, so I might as well write, right? Like I said, I fainted, so hopefully this doesn't turn out too crazy or anything.

Hermione woke up in a bad mood. A really bad mood. The day before she'd been kind of emotional, but today, she was downright cranky. And the reason was the cramps that felt like someone was stabbing a searing dagger through her abdomen. Nothing would dull the pain. Not magic, not muggle medication, absolutely nothing. She didn't feel up to going to class, but she did anyways, albeit begrudgingly. The day seemed to wear on and on, and it was only 11:00 am!
She was in potions at the moment, and the fumes from the draught of eternal light was making her hair poof, which irritated her, which made the pain in her lower stomach seem to burn even worse.
Suddenly, her vision was funny. Everything was bright, but black specks were clouding her vision. She couldn't hear correctly-had someone stuffed cotton in her ears? She gripped the table hard to keep from wobbling.
"Hermione, are you alright?" asked Neville, her partner.
"No..." Hermione muttered, gripping the table harder. "I don't think I am...Neville, will you walk me to the Hospital Wing? Something's not right."
"Sure, Hermione, let me just let Professor Snape know," he replied, giving her a concerned glance before he turned away to talk to the professor.
Hermione hoped she'd make it. The cramps were getting worse and she couldn't see or hear a thing. She felt very hot, too. She was sweating and cold and hot at the same time. It was just awful.
"Granger, why are you leaning on me? Get off!"
Was she leaning on Malfoy? She still felt like she was standing upright...strange...
Hermione suddenly opened her eyes and looked up. Why was her head turned sideways? Why was her arm on the ground? Was she on the ground? Why? Who was talking to her? And why was she so hot and why was everything so bright and dark at the same time?
"You're gonna be okay, Granger, you got that?"
"Medical alert. Madam Pomfrey to the dungeons," Snape's voice spoke loudly. "Madam Pomfrey to the Potions classroom."
Hermione was finally able to understand her surroundings. She could see them, but now they began to make sense... Snape was ushering everyone out of the classroom, snapping when they took too long to pack their things and physically shoving Harry and Ron from the room.
And above her, Draco was holding her head in his lap, stroking her hair back.
"Just stay here. It's better if you just lay down. Everything will be okay, alright?"
Had she fainted? Oh Merlin...
Suddenly there were six teachers, Madam Pomfrey, Neville, Draco, and a stretcher.
"Did she hit her head? Did you hit your head, sweetie?"
"I-I..." it took Hermione a moment or two to collect her thoughts. "I don't know. I can't remember..."
"Did she hit her head?" it was Pomfrey. She was addressing Draco.
"No, I caught her."
"Good job, dear. Honey, I'm just going to take your pulse and your blood pressure and we'll see if you're okay to move..."
Things flew by so quickly. Hermione still barely knew what had happened. But now she was in the Hospital Wing and her parents were being brought in through the floo.
After hugs and kisses and worries and assurances, they left and Hermione's brain had time to settle.
"So, the problem is you're not drinking quite enough," Madam Pomfrey explained. "Here is a water bottle, for free, and it refills whenever it's emptied. I want you to drink 7 to 8 bottles a day. Alright?"
Hermione nodded, her head still rested against the pillow. "May I go back to my form now?"
Madam Pomfrey shook her head. "I'd really rather you don't walk, especially not by yourself. If you fainted again, there'd be no one around to help you."
"I'll walk her to her dorm."
Madam Pomfrey glanced to the side, and Hermione rolled her head to the side. It was Draco. Had he been here this whole time?
"Mr. Malfoy, I forgot you were here. Yes, I suppose that'd be alright. As long as you promise you won't let go of her."
"I swear," Draco said.
"On second thought, I'd rather just stay here."
"Don't be ridiculous, Granger, I'll take you." He winked.
Hermione was glad all the blog had left her head when she fainted. That way, when she blushed it just looked like normal skin tone. "Fine," she muttered.
Madam Pomfrey and Draco helped her sit slowly. After they were sure she could sit still without passing out, they helped her to her feet, and repeated the process. Finally, Madam Pomfrey allowed them to leave-ever so slowly-for Gryffindor Tower.
"And Mr. Malfoy! Don't let go of her until she's safely in her bed."
"You can count on me, Poppy," Draco said, holding Hermione around the waist, her arm around his shoulder as they teetered slowly down the hall.
"So, Granger," Draco said. "Faint often?"
Hermione was still pretty out of it. He seemed as if he were trying to be nice! She decided to just go along with it.
"No, not really," Hermione replied, staring at her feet, trying to settle her brain. She was still a bit fuzzy.
"Huh."
Hermione didn't say anything. She wasn't sure what she was meant to say. But they were still only a few feet away from the Hospital Wing! This was going to take forever and even more so if they didn't say anything.
"Malfoy?"
He rolled his head around to look down at her. "Yes, Granger?"
"Why did you catch me?"
He raised his eyebrows. "What?"
"Why did you catch me? I mean, you're supposed to hate me."
"Merlin, Granger, I'm not that heartless. I'm not just going to let someone pass out and step out of the way so they can crack their head on the floor. Besides, I-Whatever. I'm not heartless."
Hermione stared at his face as they continued to slowly inch down the hall. He looked angry, and also a bit sad.
"Thank you. For catching me, I mean."
He shrugged. "Whatever. It was nothing. Like I said, I'm not gonna just watch someone cripple themselves."
Hermione let him walk with her silently. After a few moments, she felt his hand slip a bit lower.
"Malfoy. Hands."
"I have more control this way. You won't fall this way."
Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Does it annoy you, Hermione?"
Hermione stopped, causing Draco to nearly drag her over.
"What did you just say?"
"I said, does it annoy you?"
"No, before that."
"That you won't fall...? I'm failing to-"
"No! You called me by my name!"
Draco stopped this time. "No, I didn't. Don't be ridiculous, Granger."
"Don't lie, I heard you! Ha! You like me!"
"What? How on earth did you come to that conclusion, anyways?"
"You saved me earlier, you offered to walk me to my room, you're touching my hips, and you just called me by my first name, even though you've always spitefully called me 'Granger.'"
Draco rolled his eyes. "That's stupid. I don't like you. Why would I like you?"
They were approaching the Portrait hole, slowly but surely.
Hermione smiled. "You like me. I can tell. And Draco?"
He glanced down at her.
"Periwinkle," she said, letting the Fat Lady know the password. "I like you, too."
Draco nearly dropped Hermione. In just one day, Hermione had discovered his secret AND made him feel all...fuzzy inside. Maybe she really had hit his head. Oh, Merlin, Draco thought. I think I'm going to pass out now.
Hermione knew he wouldn't say anything, now that they were entering the Gryffindor common room.
"Hermione!" Harry and Ron exclaimed when they entered. Draco managed to snap out of it long enough to put his hand out, stopping them.
"Back away, I have to take Granger to her bed."
Harry narrowed his eyes and Ron crossed his arms.
"You can't get up there, the stairs turn into a slide," Ron said.
Draco smirked and held up a key that Pomfrey had given him so he could get up into the room.
"Jealous, Weasley? Come along, HERMIONE," he said, emphasising her name. "Let's go up to your room."
Hermione tried not to look as awkward as she felt, but it was difficult. Without even asking permission, Draco scooped Hermione into his arms and marched her up the stairs.
He set her gently on the bed Hermione pointed out, and he grinned at her. "You're right, Granger. I do like you. But try not to pass out on me again; you scared the hell out of me."
Hermione smiled. "Sure thing, Draco."
Draco winked and left the room. Yeah, Hermione's passing out nearly made him pass out. But on the Brightside, he'd finally let her know that he liked her…after six years of keeping it hidden.

Hope you liked it! The next time something interesting happens to me, I'll post a story about it, so stay tuned! ^^
By the way, I'm okay now. :)
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