Chapter Three "Realization"
Hermione awoke in the Hospital Wing. Madame Pomfrey was bustling about. Draco was in a chair near her bed.
"Great. You're awake Granger. Can I ask you a question?" He said quickly.
"Oh…sure." Hermione was still groggy, but whatever.
"Why the bloody hell won't you eat?" Malfoy said gently. Hermione sighed.
"Because I was…fat. I guess…I'm ugly, you know?" Hermione said choppily.
"Hermione…mudblood or not, your really hot." Malfoy got up and left, passing Harry and Ron.
"Potty, Weasel, good day to you." He said curtly.
"What the hell was he doing here?" said Ron angrily.
"Yeah. I wish he were dead." Harry muttered.
"Goddammit! Let it go! He saved my life. Or, Harry, are you just jealous you're not the one doing the life saving?" Hermione said bitterly.
"Oh. That's how it is, huh?" Harry said stonily. Ron looked amazed.
"Hermione…that was cruel. Talk to you later." They turned and left.
Madame Pomfrey scurried over.
"You've been here three days, Ms. Granger. Time to leave. Oh, yes…you're underweight by 20 pounds. Any reason why?" Madame Pomfrey said sneakily.
"Well…you know about muggle diseases right?" Hermione said quietly.
Madame Pomfrey nodded.
"Well, I'm pretty sure it was anorexia. Or the beginning of it. But I'll eat better, I promise." Hermione turned to the door.
"Ah, yes. What happened to me?" Hermione said.
"You were poisoned and you passed out in a bathtub. Mr. Malfoy saved your life." Madame Pomfrey answered.