DAY 2

(We grabbed a bite to eat and talked all afternoon)

Draco Malfoy sat in his bed in the Hospital Wing. Hermione Granger, the one who helped him there yesterday, said she would come back to check on him after class. He was waiting patiently for her to arrive. It was almost lunch, and he was hungry. He hardly ate any of the hospital food. As healthy as it may be, no one could ever choke down much of it.

"Malfoy?" Draco looked towards the door, where Hermione was coming in. He smiled. She, besides Madam Pomfrey, was the only one he really knew since what happened yesterday. He called it waking up. That's what it felt like.

"Did you bring me something edible?" He looked at her with hopeful eyes, and she had to laugh.

"Yes, I brought some food from the kitchens." She sat down in the wooden chair next to his bed and passed him some sandwiches. He smiled his thanks before immediately digging in. She shook her head. Why do all boys eat like we've never fed them? she wondered.

"So, anything going on?" he asked when he had swallowed. He didn't really know what to say. She seemed to already know the person he used to be, but that was a person that he didn't know. From the impression she gave, he wasn't very nice to her.

"Quidditch match tomorrow. Ravenclaw vs. Gryffindor."

"Do you think I could watch it? I love quidditch!" She shrugged.

"That depends on Madam Pomfrey. What she says, goes." He sighed.

"Do you think she'll let me? I mean, sure, the whole memory loss thing is weird, but there's nothing wrong with me physically." Hermione smiled and shook her head, thinking of the mental wards in muggle hospitals.

"I really don't know. The mind is a pretty important thing, so you might want to make sure that's all fine and dandy before you go out among people."

"Rats. Well, I'll just ask her next time she comes to check up on me. So..." He thought around for a topic. "What year are you?"

"I'm a seventh year, same as you."

"Oh." They sat in silence for a moment. "What do you think you'll do when you leave Hogwarts?" She thought for a moment.

"I'm not sure. I've thought about quite a few things. Medi-wizardry, auror, going into the ministry to work with magical animals; I just don't know yet. But that's okay. I have a whole year to figure it out. What about you? Do you know what you want to do?"

"No. I'm not sure about anything right now."

"Oh, right. I forgot for a moment there." They sat in silence for a couple minutes, eating the sandwiches that Hermione brought. Draco was content with this. He liked her company. They talked about a few mild things for the rest of the afternoon before Madam Pomfrey shooed her off so she could do a check up. Hermione spent the rest of the night trying to do her homework, but her thoughts were plagued with Draco Malfoy.