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Hermione POV:

Tired…that's what I was. It had been a long night, aside from Draco Malfoy and the impatient quidditch team sitting in the lobby. Astoria had refused to leave even though one of the players from Draco's team kept telling her to leave.

Around sunrise I decided it would be best to check up on Draco again. I knocked on his door and heard no answer, so I slowly opened the door and walked inside. To my dismay I saw an empty bed and monitors going crazy since no one was hooked up to them anymore.

"Draco?" I said and received no answer except the slamming of the bathroom door.

I sighed, "He hasn't left the hospital, thank God." I thought to myself as I walked towards the door.

I gently knocked on the door, "Draco…" I said just above a whisper. I heard him gag and I opened the door, only to see him hunched over the toilet, throwing up his insides.

I stepped inside and squatted down and gently placed my hand on his shoulder. He was shaking for a second and then he threw up again.

I stood back up, leaving Draco on the ground, and reached into one of the cabinets to get a wash rag.

I wetted it and squeezed out the water before placing it on the back of Draco's neck, he only jumped in response before taking it from my hands and holding it against his face.

"Feeling any better now?" I asked, he once again didn't answer me, only sat down on the ground and leaned against the wall.

I wasn't going to leave him when he felt bad until I knew he was feeling somewhat better, so I joined him on the ground.

We didn't exchange words for several minutes but he finally spoke.

"Is…is uh Astoria here?" His voice was shaking but he was trying to hide it.

"Yes, she's with you friend, the one who was with you."

He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, "Would you tell her I need to speak with her?"

I nodded, "Will you go back to the bed? I don't like the idea of leaving someone sick on the bathroom floor."

He sighed and slowly got to his feet. I helped him back to the bed, only to have him sit on the end of it. I turned off all of the monitors before leaving and heading towards where I saw Astoria.

When I got to the waiting room everyone who knew I was Draco's healer waited for me to speak.

"Astoria, he wants to speak with you. And you only." I added the last part because his friend had stood with her.

"Oh do sit down Logan. He wants to speak with me and not you." Astoria said as she stood and walked past me and towards Draco's room.

"Are you good with tears?" Logan asked looking at me.

"Uh…what do you mean?" I asked becoming confused.

"Not that Draco will spill any tears, but when Astoria leaves that room I'm sure she will be coming to you saying you need to cure her for a broken heart." Logan said.

"Now Logan," His coach started to say, "Why would she be upset?"

Logan shrugged, "He's going to break up with her."

"Now why would you say something like that? They seem very happy with one another."

"Trust me Coach…he's not happy with her anymore. If he seems it then it's an act. And we all know Draco is good at acting."

At that moment I heard a door slam shut and a girl crying. I turned around and saw Astoria running down the hallway with tears falling from her eyes. She didn't even looked at me when she passed me, she went right up to Logan, grabbed her purse, and left.

Logan had a smirk on his face, reminded me very much of one of Mallfoy's, "Told you."

About an hour after that I decided to check on Malfoy again, only to run into Charlie.

"How's our wolf?" He asked.

"He's fine. He was actually a little sick earlier though, but that is all."

"Typical. I actually did a little more research on werewolfs, and found out that the first three months of being a new wolf are the hardest."

I crossed my arms.

"Turns out," Charlie continued to say, "that the first month is when they are the sickest. Fever after fever, vomit, delirious, and so on and so on, they could actually still die from their immune system giving up. The second month is when his temper is tested, gets very arrogant and impatient about everything, and will argue to no end. And the third month…well there really wasn't that much on the third month." He shrugged and ran his fingers through his hair.

"What about that potion? Isn't there a potion out there where it helps a werewolf not turn into one? Or something like that."

Charlie only sighed, "Yeah, but at an early age, like Mr. Malfoy is, the potion would kill him."

I squinted my eyes, "Why?"

"Because, the first six months is when his human cells, and tissues are still human. Not yet entirely infected by the wolf venom, so if he were to be given that potion then he might as well drink bleach with it. It'll have the same out come almost. But once that seventh month comes…he can take it and be just fine."

After a very long conversation with Charlie about werewolves, I eventually made my way back to Malfoy's room.

I gently knocked on the door, but once again there was no answer. So I slowly walked inside and looked for him. He was in the bed so I gently shut the door behind me.

He didn't hear the click of the door. He had his back to me and looked as if he were looking out the window at the lake across the way.

I made my way around him so I may see his face, his eyes were closed but what caught my attention was how sweaty he looked.

He had a fever.

"And now his first month is going to work." I thought to myself.

I reached for my thermometer and walked towards him. I placed it behind his ear and waited for it to beep and tell me how high his temperature was. But he woke up, he almost seemed scared. He grabbed my wrist and for the first time I realized he was shaking.

"Granger…it's so cold in here." He mumbled and let go of my wrist.

Beep.

I looked at the thermometer. 103.2

High fever…really high.

'The virus may actually still kill him, and it wont start his heart up again. His immune system will shut down and refuse to work.'

Charlie's words rang in my head, it scared me to think Malfoy could still so easily die from this.

I got some extra blankets from the shelves in the closet and threw them over him, trying to make him as comfortable as possible. I was about to turn around and leave, mostly because I thought he had fallen back asleep, but his voice had stopped me.

"No…please…I-I-I don't really…want to be alone." He said with his eyes still closed.

"You sure you want me in here? I can always get someone else." I said while turning my body facing him.

"No…I want someone I know." He said opening his eyes and looking at me.

A feverish gaze was in his eyes, I sighed and took the seat in front of him.

He closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep.

I had drifted off to sleep myself, I mean I just worked all night and it was almost nine in the morning. I was worn out.

I felt a hand touch my shoulder and I jumped, "I'm awake." I said as I sat up in the chair.

"Oh…it's just you, Charlie. Sorry." I said and looked at a very much asleep Draco.

"Go home Hermione. You're exhausted. I'll tell Mr. Malfoy you had to go home to sleep in your very own bed."

I smiled and yawned, "Ok, but I'll be back tomorrow morning." I said and stood up.

"I'll owl you if something happens with him." Charlie said.

"Alrighty thank you." I said and apperated back to my apartment in uptown London.

I went to my bed and instantly fell asleep, I was overworking myself again.

Before I fell completely asleep I looked at my bedside table and saw the new Quidditch magazine, with Draco Malfoy on the cover.

I actually did keep up with Draco once he started to play for one of the best quidditch teams in the whole world. I even went to a few of his games and cheered for his team. He was very talented with quidditch, I always thought he was.

But being a rich boy his parents could afford for him to have private lessons and become the best.

I sighed, "I hope he can play quidditch again once he gets his life back together." I thought to myself before darkness overtook me and I finally fell into a dreamless sleep.