A/N: So, I know it's been a super long time since I have updated and everything, but I'm gonna try real hard to get stuff written and up today. :) Please review, been kinda bummed and it's hard to write that way. Any special request MIGHT possibly be able to be thrown in. Most of all, I hope you are enjoying it.
I do not own Harry Potter, but one day Tom Felton shall be mine! :D Jk. Already got my perfect man. (That means Felton is up for grabbies!)
Chapter Three:
I had to stay in the hospital wing for the rest of the day and it just felt like pure torture. I watched kids out of my window and sighed. The final class of the day had just ended, which meant Harry and Ron would be showing up any minute to pester me about how I acted earlier. I looked down I my wrist and could almost feel Malfoy's cold hand pressed against it. My heart sped a little and I looked away. What the hell is going on with me this year?
The door open slowly and I saw a streak of red hair as I glanced.
"Wakey wakey 'Mione. Smell the ink and paper." I turned to see Ginny carrying a stack of books towards me. "You've got mail."
I jumped up to help her and smiled. "Finally!"
We spread the books out on my bed and I breathed a sigh of relief. Then, I felt Ginny staring at me with a smirk. I looked up at her warily.
"Don't think for a second this is the only reason why I showed up." She smirked and I felt the heat rise in my face. "I saw Malfoy leave here yesterday."
"Ginny, nothing is going on with Malfoy and I." I said quickly as I picked up my book. "He was here because he is the prefect this year and was the one that found me in the hall."
More like the one that cursed me and put me here in the first place. I thought vehemently. I smiled at her and she looked unconvinced.
"Hermione, you can tell me ya know. I don't mind if you are shagging with him-" I felt my face turn as red a Ronald on a bad day and buried my nose in the book I was holding.
"There is no 'shagging' involved with Malfoy and I. Not at all." Ginny scoffed and pulled my book down.
"Well, Madame Pomphrey says that you can leave her for dinner so," she closed my book. "Shrink those down and lets go get some grub."
"You sound like Ron." I shrunk the books and put them in my pockets before we headed down to the Great Hall.
Dinner went by smoothly for me. Considering that Ron was too busy stuffing his mouth and Ginny kept Harry occupied, I was able to focus on reading up what I had fallen behind on. I heard a mumbled goodbye as they all left the hall. It took me a while, like an hour or two, to realize that I had read all through dinner and was all alone in the Great Hall. I looked down at my plate of food that was now completely cold and sighed. I hadn't eaten a single bite. My stomach growled, angry at me for forgetting it and I closed my book. As I stood up, I heard the doors open.
"Granger?" Of course it had to be Malfoy. Well, better him than Filch. I thought as we both approached each other slowly. "What are you doing here so late?"
"I would ask you the same thing but I already know the answer." My eyes flashed angrily and I noticed that he looked concerned.
"You really shouldn't be out this late, Granger."
"What do you care Malfoy? This whole year you've been acting like a nutter." I shoved past him and felt him grab my arm to halt me. "What the fuck do you want?"
I saw hurt flash quickly before he pushed it away and left anger. "Language, Granger. I'd be nice to me unless you want a detention. I'm letting your tardiness slide this time."
"Why?" I jerked my arm away and turned to leave.
"Granger." He said threateningly. I ignored him at I started towards the stairs, I was in such a fury I didn't care right now. "Granger stop."
I heard him catching up to me and sped up slightly not thinking. Suddenly, I felt my body falling and realized I had stepped on the trick stair. I opened my mouth to shriek in surprise but felt a hand cover my mouth and another body pressed to mine as we slid waist deep into the stair. I opened my eyes, not realizing I had closed them, and saw Malfoy looking at me amused and a little frightened.
"Nice going, Mudblood." He said with a laugh. "Now Filch is sure to find you."
I struggled lightly to free myself and glared up at Malfoy who still had his hand over my mouth. He moved it slowly to stroke a strand of hair behind my ear and I could feel my cheeks heat up at the gesture. He traced my jaw lightly with his finger and then moved it over my lips. I shivered lightly and then caught myself. This is MALFOY! I chomped down on his finger and he gave a loud yelp. In an instant we heard footsteps.
"I heard it too my sweet." Filch's voice rang in the corridor. Their shadow turned and then he caught sight of us. "Mr. Malfoy. Miss Granger, what on earth are you doing out of bed at this hour. It's sure to be a detention for you."
I looked to the ground in shame. A dentention, what was I becoming.
"Sir." Malfoy spoke up as he turned to look Filch in the eyes. "Miss Granger simply fell asleep while studying her school work she'd missed. I was escorting her back when she slipped and we got caught in the stair."
I looked at Malfoy in surprise and he looked back with a smirk. "Miss Granger is not one known for her gracefulness."
"Yes...Well, we'll just see what the headmaster thinks about thi-"
"The headmaster," I heard as suddenly Malfoy and I were lifted from the stairs. Dumbledore walked up from behind Filch. "Believes this to be true and thinks his top students should be getting to bed."
I smiled at the twinkle in his blue eyes and then realized that Malfoy and I were standing so close. One hand was wound around my waist while the other was touching my neck. Both of my arms were bent at the elbow and pressed against his chest. I blushed furiously and we both jumped apart.
"I know the ground here must be fascinating, but I do believe you were escorting our lovely Miss Granger off to her dorm." Malfoy nodded and turned briskly to leave.
"Come on Granger." He spat as he sped off up the stairs.
"Uhm...Good night sir." I said as I turned and followed the blonde. I walked a few paces behind and watched Malfoy clench and unclench his fists.
"Hurry up!" I heard him spit. As he turned I heard him whisper, "Filthy mudblood..."
I stopped in my tracks and he turned to look at me.
"Let's get one thing straight Malfoy. Either you be my friend and be nice, or you say things like that and leave me the fuck alone." His eyes narrowed as he walked towards me.
"I would never be friends with a filthy little whore of a mudblood like you."
A/N: Sorry these have been so short. Next time I WILL write alot...Besides we are getting to the juicy parts. :) Please review! It gives me courage. :D
