A/N: So how did you guys like the last chapter? Generally I just hope that you liked it is all… Here is chapter two. Oh and sorry, I've had this chapter sitting here for ages, and I just sort of forgot to upload it. Hahah. Oops.

Dedication: Mac, for being the wickedest chick out and beta'ing this chapter for me. Love you Kenzie

Chapter Two – Comatose Transformations

The morning came all too soon for Hermione, but she was forced to wake when light filtered through the semi-shut blinds in the Infirmary's guest room. She yawned tiredly; it had only been four hours since she had fallen asleep. Lucky for the people who would be surrounding her, she was not a grouchy person in the morning. Slowly sliding out of bed, she noticed the towel and dressing gown at the bottom of her bed.

She looked around and was shocked to see a gleaming white door on the other side of the room. Hermione was sure that she didn't see that last night. 'I might have been too tired to even realise it was there,' she thought to herself, stumbling into what was the bathroom.

Hot water cascaded down her body, her eyes slowly fluttering closed. To Hermione the one other thing that was pure bliss besides spending her time reading books was a hot shower. She had rid herself of her jeans and sweater in less than seconds (well, after she gaped at the magnificent bathroom) and hopped straight into the shower. Thoughts of nothingness clouded her mind for what seemed an eternity as she stood motionless under the soothing water.

She suddenly remembered why she was at Hogwarts and decided to get out of the shower so she could see how Malfoy was doing. Considering Hermione had no other clothes than the ones on her back, she decided to at least transfigure them into something more appropriate for the new day. She kept her black bra and panties the same, but changed her jeans to a loosely fitted pair of black pants and a dark green hoodie.

Finally emerging from her room an hour later, Hermione was surprised to see Malfoy still asleep. It seemed that his position was the same one she saw him in before she retired the night before. 'That's odd' she thought to herself, 'He might have at least moved during the night'.

"Ah, Miss Granger, good morning to you," the Matron said, scaring Hermione out of her wits.

"Crazy crabs, you scared the life out of me," Hermione said, clutching a hand to her heart.

"Sorry deary. How was your sleep?"

"It was alright, okay, so it was better than alright. I actually just wish that I was able to get more of it like Malfoy over here. Speaking of Malfoy; has he moved at all since last night?"

The old woman shook her head. "No he hasn't, it seems that for the moment he is comatose. I'm not sure when he will wake up, but from the amount of damage his body was in last night, I do believe this is for the best," she said.

"Exactly how much damage was his body in?" Hermione asked curiously, glancing over at the sleeping male's bed.

"Hmm, let's see, three broken ribs, broken collar bone, fractured wrist. His entire body was covered in bruising, and not just normal bruising but deep tissue bruising, and there were cuts on various parts of his body. Also he is malnourished, yet the child inside of him seems to be perfectly fine," she said.

Hermione had to bite her lip to keep from crying. She didn't care if this was the boy who had taunted her for several years, he was still a human being and to be treated in such a way was inhumane. "Who would do this to him though?" she asked aloud, but subconsciously she already knew the answer. "Death Eaters," she said quietly, the words passing through her lips slowly.

The elder witch merely nodded, her heart going out to him too. "When this boy wakes up, Miss Granger, I am not entirely sure how well he is going to be able to cope with his situation. But I am sure that you will see reason and help him. Am I correct?" she asked, as she stood over Malfoy's bed and drew the covers up higher.

"Yes, I will do everything I can to be here for him," Hermione said sincerely. The two women stood silently for several moments before Madam Pomfrey insisted Hermione join the others down in the Great Hall for breakfast. 'Just like old times,' she thought walking down towards the hall, 'Well, almost'.

She made her way into the Great Hall where the four house tables were full of bustling students gobbling down their breakfasts before their morning classes began. She didn't' notice Dumbledore until she heard what he was saying.
"A last note students: for all of you who remember our Head Girl from last year, Hermione Granger. Well, students, she is currently undergoing special training from Madam Pomfrey, so do not be surprised if you see her throughout the halls. With that final note, enjoy your day," he stated, his eyes twinkling mischievously once again.

Hermione approached the head table nervously as all eyes were on her. Dumbledore waved to her, and patted the empty seat next to him at the head table. She smiled wryly as all the teachers waved hello, all but Snape who seemed to be concentrating on something in the opposite direction.

"Good morning Miss Granger," Dumbeldore said brightly as she sat down beside him. "Did you like my little cover story?" he whispered to her his wrinkly face spreading back into a big smile. She laughed.

"Yes I suppose I did. You had to say something didn't you, or every body would wonder why I was here," she smiled.

Hermione spent the rest of breakfast chatting to various teachers; all seemed more than happy to have her back for some time. After breakfast was done, she was making her way back to the infirmary when she collided into something, more really some one.

"Oops, sorry about that," Hermione said instantly, picking herself up from the ground, "I wasn't looking – GINNY!" Hermione screamed at the face of her friend. Ginny threw her arms tightly around Hermione, "Mione, it's been so long since I've seen you! What are you doing here?" she asked excitedly.

Hermione raised her eyebrow. "Didn't you just hear the speech Dumbeldore gave explaining why I was here?" she asked. Although she asked, she knew her friend all too well and, unlike Hermione, Ginny was not a morning person, and most days had trouble dragging her self out of bed, which on more than one occasion led to her missing either breakfast or the beginning of her morning classes.

"No, I was running a tad late," she grinned sheepishly.

"Well, basically I'm here because I found Draco Malfoy half dead last night and brought him here. Dumbeldore told the school that I was here solely to gain more information on healings and get some first hand experience. But it was just a cover," Hermione said in one breath.

"Wow, that's. Just wow," was all Ginny could muster. "Well I had better get to class before Snape kicks my ass," Ginny laughed.

"Professor Snape," Hermione corrected, before Ginny poked out her tongue and ran towards the dungeons.

Hermione passed no one else on her silent journey to the infirmary, except stupid Mrs. Norris who kept meowing. Sitting back in the guest room, Hermione thought it would be a good idea if she wrote a letter to her parents explaining why she wouldn't be coming home after her day shifts (she worked four nights then four days).

A good half hour later Hermione was satisfied with what she wrote. She explained to her parents that the Headmaster requested her at Hogwarts to help the Medi-witch brew some extra potions and they trusted no one but their number one student. She was sure her parents wouldn't object to that, surely. Especially since they knew exactly how much becoming a healer meant to her.

Deciding to see how Malfoy was, Hermione quickly went to the Owlery and posted her letter, then returned to his bed side where still he remained comatose. He looked so peaceful, almost like an angel. 'With a devil's heart,' Hermione added to her thoughts. She cursed herself silently for saying such a thing about him. He needed love and care, not resentment and hate.

"Madam Pomfrey, do you have any books on male pregnancy by any chance?" Hermione asked the Matron as she rearranged potions in her supply closet.

"Yes, I do believe I do, deary. Try the third book case from my office door, seventh shelf up," she said, not looking away from the potions she was rearranging.

Hermione found what she was looking for in the exact spot Madam Pomfrey said it would be in. It seemed exactly what Hermione was after. Hermione laughed as she read the title, When Boy's Get Knocked Up. She decided to sit down in the chair stationed next to Malfoy's bed. 'He's not much company, but at least he's not alone,' she sighed to herself, peeling back the cover of the three hundred page book.

'While it isn't relatively normal that boys can get 'knocked up', it isn't entirely unable to happen. Researchers note that in many cases in the past, when a male has gotten pregnant, their bodies undergo many changes. No, they do not grow breasts of any sort, for you ridiculous people out there thinking that, more along the lines of transformation; a transformation that takes the male genitalia and turns it into female genitalia a few days before the birth.'

Hermione sniggered at this paragraph in the book; she wondered how hilarious it would be to know that Draco Malfoy, ex-Slytherin Sex God was going to grow a vagina. Just thinking about it made her want to rub it in his face and laugh at him, but she knew she couldn't as it was too serious of a matter.

The young witch was so immersed in the book that she was unable to notice the presence of the person who had walked up to her.

"Uhem," he cleared his throat trying to get her attention. Hermione's head snapped up immediately, only to be greeted with the familiar scowl of the Potions Master.

"Follow me Miss Granger."

A/N: Another chapter done. Woohoo!! Now I am yet to write the next chapter, but I will see what I can do today. :::giggles::: Leave some love in the form of reviews.

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