It was the second last day of school. They had received their awards and now the party of the year was being held.
There was food of every sort on the middle table. Drinks were served outside but for the first time in living history everyone ignored them. Everyone was dancing madly on the dance floor, looking like idiots.
Only one girl was not dancing. She sat away from the dancing on the furthermost seat of the table. She was looking down at her results and a tear escaped her eye. She had failed. She had received an E for Defence Against the Dark Arts, and now she would never be able to continue in her life long dream – to become an auror.
A sudden retching sound erupted Hermione Granger's thoughts.
The sound sickened her but a whine that soon followed it made her feel pity for whatever it was and so she stood up and went in search of the sound.
She crept along the Entrance Hall until upon reaching the entrance to the grounds where she froze. She quickly hid away behind a suit of armour for in the light spilling out of the Hall she could see Draco Malfoy lying on the ground, covered in his spew and Pansy Parkinson looking disgusted standing on top of him.
'You nearly spewed on my dress! And it's my favourite one! Don't you ever come near me again Malfoy! Especially when you're drunk!' she heard Pansy shout at him and then she simply left, passing Hermione back into the Great Hall.
Hermione hesitated.
I should leave him here. He deserves it she thought but then another voice whispered into her mind but you can't leave him here! You should help him! The other voice quickly rebutted this idea. He has never helped you before. Why should you help him now?
Blocking out all of her thoughts Hermione stepped out and walked towards the now shivering Malfoy. She bent down and hauled him up despite his smell of puke. She wrapped her arm around his waist and began to drag him up the marble stairs towards the Hospital Wing.
He's so… light. And his-
Hermione stopped walking. She bent down and put her ear next to his mouth. She could have sworn that he had said something.
Guess I was mistaken.
When she got there she quickly knocked on the door and waited impatiently for Madam Pomfrey to unlock the door. When she finally did she took one look at his state and without a word helped Hermione over to a bed where they both dumped him onto.
Hermione stared down at Malfoy and thinking that it would help she said, 'I think he was drunk. I saw him outside with Parkinson and then she left so-'
'It's okay Miss Granger. I have it from here. You can go back and enjoy the party.'
Hermione left the Wing even though part of her wanted to stay and for some weird reason make sure that he was okay.
I probably feel sorry for him, that's all.
