Draco, home alone and ordering the house elves around hears a weak pounding on his front door. 'No one every comes for me, and all of Mum and Dad's friends know they are on vacation' the young wizard thought. He gathered himself from the couch and wandered over to the door.
Hermione had managed to drag herself to this evil looking house, but now she crumpled to the ground. All she could do was wish that whoever had the lights on would come rescue her. Her head was pounding the blood was pooling around her body.
Draco was stunned by the sight in front of him as he opened the door. He let out a small gasp then gathered the limp body in his arms. Not wishing to get blood all over the furniture, for he greatly feared the consequences, he carried the girl up stairs and laid her body in the tub.
When she came to Hermione was lying on a bed wrapped in a fluffy bath robe of emerald green. She looked about the room and nearly screamed upon seeing Draco.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Hermione exclaimed in outrage.
"This would be my house. And if I might add you're the one who showed up on my doorstep in a pool of blood. Now shouldn't I be the one asking questions?" was the cool reply she got from Draco.
It was then Hermione realized her cuts had stopped bleeding, were all bandaged, and she was clean of the filth and blood both.
"Now, if you don't mind my asking, why were you covered in your own blood and unconscious when I happened to find you at my front door?" Draco only half sneered as he asked.
"I do mind your asking, and its my own private business anyway." a very angry Hermione retorted. "And where are my clothes, I'm leaving. I don't wish to burden your high idiocy." she added as an afterthought.
" I don't care whether you are the foulest mud-blood in the world, you aren't leaving this house until you are strong enough. I don't care if that takes all of the summer holiday, I will not let you go out and just wind up back here in worse condition" Draco said matter of factly.
Hermione's angered voice screamed out "And what makes you think I would come back here. I knew you were stupid, but this is really moronic."
Their argument went on for nearly three hours, until Hermione finally gave up and drifted off to sleep.
Draco was glad his parents weren't going to be home until nearly Christmas time, Hermione's condition was improving very slowly. He knew he couldn't take he to St. Mungo's, he would be under suspicion. And beyond that, she wouldn't tell him what had happened.
Hermione woke up wondering where she was. But just one look around her made the events of the past week drift back into her head. Draco wanted to know what had happened, but how could she tell him. There was no way to tell and not get hurt worse. And to top that off he was part of the reason she was nearly dead. He was part of the dark she had been fighting. He is on the side of evil. I have to get out of here.
Draco climbed the stairs once again, up to the third floor guest room. He found Hermione climbing out of bed when he got there.
"Hermione, what are you doing?" he inquired.
"I am leaving, you shouldn't be troubled by me, and I will be fine. Don't worry about the stupid little mud-blood coming back to trouble you." she replied, angered that he had come up here.
"Have I not already told you your not leaving until you are all better. Your condition hasn't improved that much." Draco replied in his cool tone of voice.
Hermione had managed to drag herself to this evil looking house, but now she crumpled to the ground. All she could do was wish that whoever had the lights on would come rescue her. Her head was pounding the blood was pooling around her body.
Draco was stunned by the sight in front of him as he opened the door. He let out a small gasp then gathered the limp body in his arms. Not wishing to get blood all over the furniture, for he greatly feared the consequences, he carried the girl up stairs and laid her body in the tub.
When she came to Hermione was lying on a bed wrapped in a fluffy bath robe of emerald green. She looked about the room and nearly screamed upon seeing Draco.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Hermione exclaimed in outrage.
"This would be my house. And if I might add you're the one who showed up on my doorstep in a pool of blood. Now shouldn't I be the one asking questions?" was the cool reply she got from Draco.
It was then Hermione realized her cuts had stopped bleeding, were all bandaged, and she was clean of the filth and blood both.
"Now, if you don't mind my asking, why were you covered in your own blood and unconscious when I happened to find you at my front door?" Draco only half sneered as he asked.
"I do mind your asking, and its my own private business anyway." a very angry Hermione retorted. "And where are my clothes, I'm leaving. I don't wish to burden your high idiocy." she added as an afterthought.
" I don't care whether you are the foulest mud-blood in the world, you aren't leaving this house until you are strong enough. I don't care if that takes all of the summer holiday, I will not let you go out and just wind up back here in worse condition" Draco said matter of factly.
Hermione's angered voice screamed out "And what makes you think I would come back here. I knew you were stupid, but this is really moronic."
Their argument went on for nearly three hours, until Hermione finally gave up and drifted off to sleep.
Draco was glad his parents weren't going to be home until nearly Christmas time, Hermione's condition was improving very slowly. He knew he couldn't take he to St. Mungo's, he would be under suspicion. And beyond that, she wouldn't tell him what had happened.
Hermione woke up wondering where she was. But just one look around her made the events of the past week drift back into her head. Draco wanted to know what had happened, but how could she tell him. There was no way to tell and not get hurt worse. And to top that off he was part of the reason she was nearly dead. He was part of the dark she had been fighting. He is on the side of evil. I have to get out of here.
Draco climbed the stairs once again, up to the third floor guest room. He found Hermione climbing out of bed when he got there.
"Hermione, what are you doing?" he inquired.
"I am leaving, you shouldn't be troubled by me, and I will be fine. Don't worry about the stupid little mud-blood coming back to trouble you." she replied, angered that he had come up here.
"Have I not already told you your not leaving until you are all better. Your condition hasn't improved that much." Draco replied in his cool tone of voice.