Chapter 2

I'm really glad people liked chapter one of this, so I decided to make this a more than one chapter story, hope you continue reading and thankyouu for the reviews and favs and alerts. Enjoy. xx

Hermione had remained quiet the rest of the journey to Hogwarts. On the train she didn't even bother going back to sit with Harry and Ron, but sat with them on the carriages that took them to the Hogwarts castle. However she didn't speak a word of the events that took place on the train, what would they think of her that she helped Draco Malfoy? They knew Hermione was pure at heart, but they would think she had gone totally mad if they knew she healed Draco. The boy who has made it his main goal to make their lives miserable.

Once at Hogwarts they made their way into the Great hall, and waited for the first years to be sorted into their houses. Ron and Harry laughing among themselves at some of the younger wizards that looked scared to death at the sorting hat.

"That kid looks like he is going to pass out" Fred commented as the boy had lost all colour in his face as the sorting hat spoke to him.

"Defiantly belongs in Hufflepuff" said George.

"HUFFLEPUFF!" the sorting hat yelled, which the Hufflepuff table clapped to.

"Knew it" Fred and George said to one another smiling.

Hermione smiled at the twins, then shifted her eyes quickly to the Slytherin table to see Draco, who looked very ill. She could tell he was trying to keep a straight face, but she could easily imagine the pain he felt, even if she did heal his ribs, the rest of his body was still injured. She then started to feel guilty about not healing the rest of him. Wait. Why did she feel guilty? She didn't need to. He was lucky enough to get her to help him with his ribs.

"Hermione" said Harry, which startled her out of thought. She looked at him and gave an uneasy smile, to confirm she was listening. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine" she replied, maybe a little too quickly however, which didn't sound very convincing. "Why?"

"Well, it's just that you haven't spoken much…like there is something on your mind" said Harry, he always could figure Hermione out. Not being proud of it, Hermione shook her head to signal no there wasn't anything on her mind.

"I'm just…a little tired that's all"

"Tired?" Ron asked. "Since when do you get tired?"

"Believe it or not I am human, Ronald" Hermione spoke, a little snappish. Ron gave an unconvinced look before rejoining his brothers in judging the first years.

"You know you can tell us if there is anything wrong, Hermione" said Harry, not abandoning the subject.

"I know…but there is nothing wrong" Hermione felt more guilt from lying to her friend, but she couldn't tell them about helping Draco. Harry gave a small nod and resumed watching the first years get sorted, while Hermione looked at him, then sneakily looked over to Draco, which to her surprise had been looking at her. They quickly unlocked eyes and shifted awkwardly in their seats.

After the meal in the Great hall, all the houses went back to their Common room dormitories. All the Gryffindor's were settling in, Hermione thought reading a text book would keep her mind off of things, and maybe prevent anyone speaking with her. She couldn't handle lying to her friends anymore, so kept to herself.

"Hey Hermione!" a thick Irish accent called from across the room, she mentally rolled her eyes and looked round to see Seamus Finnigan, along with Dean Thomas, Neville Longbottom and Harry and Ron, with Ron's sister Ginny. "We're gonna see if we can pull a prank of the twins, wanna help?"

That sounded like something fun, and something she would love to take part in, however she wasn't in a great mood to be focused on something like that, managing to pull a prank on the twins would be very difficult indeed. She just wasn't up for it.

"No thanks" she replied, looking down at her book that she pretended to read.

"Why not?" Ron whined. "Don't be a stick in the mud your whole life Hermione, have some fun-"

"I said no thanks!" she lost her temper, slamming her book shut and heading off out the Gryffindor common room. Everyone watched, shocked and confused by her sudden outburst.

"Why is she always snappy at me?" Ron pouted, which earned him a pat on his shoulder from Harry.

After storming out, she did feel guilty. She didn't need to snap like that, they only wanted her to join in on the fun. She gave a sigh and looked back, wondering if she should return. Then continued on walking forward, they probably didn't want her to join in now.

Draco, who had also left the Slytherin common room due to people keep asking him if he was alright and kept, to his misfortune, patting him on the back to say good to see him, was struggling to walk around the castle. He wanted time on his own, he tried to forget what his father had done to him, but every step was a painful reminder. "That bastard" he thought. "How could he do this to me? … I guess I should be thankful, if that Mudblood hadn't found me on the train I would be a lot more worse than this…heck, I might not have even woken up"

Being a Malfoy, he never thanked anyone before. Especially a Mudblood. He must have been in serious amount of pain to have actually thanked her. Either that, or this trauma has done some mental damage to his head.

Feeling unable to continue walking, he steadily took a seat on the corridor bench, groaning as he sat down.

Coincidentally, the corridor he took a seat in, happened to be the corridor Hermione had just turned to walk down. Not aware of his presence Hermione kept walking, clutching her book as she looked lost in thought until she saw Draco sat down, which oddly enough froze her in her tracks.

Draco wouldn't have even cared about the person walking by, but because she stopped he looked up at her. Instead of giving his usual scowl or evil smirk he would usually give, his face just stared blankly.

Hermione felt her throat go dry, and she licked her lips quickly, deciding whether to walk on by, however his seriously bruised face brought out the curiosity in her.

"What happened to you Malfoy?" she asked, her voice sounding a lot more concerned than she had hoped. Then there it was, his frown. "Right, go away Mudblood?" Hermione asked his usual statement. "Sorry for asking about your well being, I just won't bother in the future" she assured him, stubbornly.

"Why do you even care?" Draco asked. "You wouldn't normally care"

"How would you know?… Just because we have our differences does not mean that I would not show concern in someone when there are as badly injured as this" Hermione sounded almost offended at his judgemental behaviour.

"It's none of your concern though…you don't need to care. No one else does" Draco muttered the last part as he looked down, his face showing he hated the fact that no one did actually care.

Hermione noticed his face, and rolled her eyes before taking a seat next to him, which Draco thought was weird but then again, this conversation was weirdly pleasant than their usual ones.

"Mal-" she stopped and sighed. "Draco, you say no one else cares, but yet here I am showing you some concern and you are batting me away"

"Suppose you're right…maybe I'm just expecting someone better to care…no offence" Hermione was surprised he said no offence.

"Don't be stupid…of course you mean offence" Hermione laughed slightly, which to her surprise, he gave an amused look to. Not an evil smirk of fake smile, an genuine amused smile. "Maybe you should go see Madam Pomfrey? She could treat some of your cuts"

"I'm not going to that bloody nurse" Draco mumbled.

"What's worse Draco, walking around in so much pain you feel like you're going to collapse every 5 minutes, or going to the nurse and shattering your stupid pride?" Draco wanted to reply with some of his usual insults, but she did have a point. He ran his hand through his hair, which brought to Hermione's attention, had traces of blood stains on it. "Oh honestly Draco, your hair has blood on it" before Draco could even look up at some of the hair that fell before his eyes, Hermione had stood up and used one of her hands to grab Draco's wrist, gently pulling him up with her.

"What do you think you're doing?" he snapped, pulling his wrist out of her grasp harshly.

"I'm taking you to the hospital wing! You can't possibly walk around like this!" Hermione argued back.

"I don't need you or some stupid nurse's help!"

"Ha, that would be a little bit more convincing if you weren't barely standing!"

"Why don't you piss off!"

"Why don't you grow up!" their arguing had left them remaining silent and fuming at one another. However, seeing Draco in this state, she couldn't leave him. Hermione gave a sigh when she saw Draco wince at accidentally tapping a cut on his body. "Look, you don't have to tell me how you got like this…but please let me help you get better from it"

"Why? Why would you want to help me?" Draco asked, narrowing his eyes at her.

"Because" she began. "No wizard deserves this…even unpleasant ones like you"

"Oh thanks" he replied, sarcastically.

"Please Draco?" she held out her hand, Draco just stared at her hand while frowning at her. Looking at the sincere look on her face relaxed the expression on his, and he sighed holding out his arm letting her hold his wrist.

"Fine…" and with that, Hermione helped him down to the Hospital wing.

Well here is chapter 2 :) more to come tomorrow, keep reading to find out. Please leave a review and thankyouu for reading! xxx