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"I have told you a million times I am not going to play chess with you." Hermione snapped. She thought she had done really well considering this was Ron asking her for the 10th time this train journey to play chess with him. "Why don't you just ask harry to leave Ginny alone for 5 minutes to play with you."

Ron slumped back in his seat and sighed loudly.

"It takes more than 5 minutes to play chess. I remember when Harry and I once played a game that lasted the whole train ride. We had to memorize where all the pieces where so that we could put them in the same place up in the dorms because we still hadn't finished. Now of course he is too bothered being shut up in a cabin sucking face-."

"Ron! For Merlin's sake would you find something to do other than moan about Harry and Ginny? Can you not just be happy that they have finally gotten together instead of acting like you have lost your boyfriend?"

Ron spluttered then came back with. "That's why you should play with me then I wouldn't be talking about them."

"Wow you were right Granger you really can get any man you want." Both friends looked up to find Malfoy and his goons, Crabbe and Goyle, stood in the door way. "But as I recall the last man you tried to get turned you down did he not? And in a very degrading manner I believe." Hermione looked down at her book trying very hard to get the blood to leave her face. "But Weasley here wants to play with you; it's just a shame that you did have to go to the gutter after all."

Although Ron many not have fully understood what Malfoy meant, he did understand that it had been an insult to both Hermione and his self. He would not be a Gryffindor nor a friend if he did not retaliate anyway he could. Jumping to his feet he whipped his wand out of his pocket and got ready to shout the first spell he could think of.

Hermione knew Ron too well. She could see that he was about to fight Malfoy and as much as she loved her friend he was not always apt with his wand. So pulling out hers she snapped out a spell to freeze Ron.

Malfoy did not know Ron but had also see the curse coming his way. He too had pulled out his wand and frozen Ron to the spot. Two yellow lights left each wand only to meet in mid air and become purple. The purple cloud floated at Ron's eye level for a moment, before breaking in half and heading straight back to the wands that it had been fired from.

As the spell was fired back into Hermione's wand she was thrown up out of her seat, her head cracked off of the parcel shelf , knocking her bag (which had be full of books) off the shelf and down onto her legs. She then fell back down onto the seat totally unconscious and bleeding from her fore head. Her left leg jutted of at an odd again that looked both extremely painful and totally un-natural.

Malfoy on the other hand had been blasted backwards, straight off his feet and into Crabbe. Who in turn banged into Goyle. All three landed in a mess of limbs in the corridor.

Ron stood with his hand still raised, wand at the ready, with no really understanding of what just happened. He turned form the mess that was Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle to look at Hermione. Seeing the state that she was in he ran over to her and started to shake her shoulders.

"Hermione." He shouted in her face. "Hermione wake up!"


Untangling himself from his sidekicks Draco looked across at the shouting ginger boy. He was leant over the mudblood shaking her, like that was going to help someone with a broken leg and a head injury. Standing he shoved the red head out of the way to get a proper look at Granger. The sight even made him cringe. That leg really didn't look right at all. Ron tried to push him out of the way.

"50 points from Gryffindor for trying to curse the Head boy, another 50 for trying to stop the Head boy coming to the Head girls aid and another 50 because you're such an idiot that you still haven't called for help." Malfoy said smoothly and calmly.

He nodded to Crabbe and Goyle, who stepped forward to grab an arm each of the still shouting ginger Gryffindor.

"Please Hermione! What have you done to her you bastard? Why couldn't you just piss of and leave us alone. Hermione speak to me!"Ron fought against the Slytherin's holding him back.

Malfoy ignored the imbecile; muggle lovers were all this useless. Crouching down until he was on eye level with Granger, he reached out and moved some of her hair out of her face. It was so bloody un-controllable, could she not have tied it back or something. Of course this is just what he needed on his first day as Head boy. It totally ruined his plan for the year, which was to keep his head down and just get on with it. Then before he knew it, it would all be over and he would be free to do whatever he wanted. Get away from these god awful people.

He put one hand under her chin to straighten her head so that it was no longer lopsided. Moving another piece of hair out of her face he looked at the cut. It was not really a cut more a tear due to the pressure of slamming her head against the parcel shelf. A spectacular bruise was already forming around the cut; some of it was heading under her hair line. Could he smell coconut? Frowning, he ignored that thought as it didn't really help at all.

Keeping one hand under her chin he looked down at her leg. There was no doubt that it was broken. From what he could see and making an educated guess, the bag had clearly landed on her thigh shattering the bone. There wasn't really anything he could do about that. Of course for Granger it meant a long night in the medical wing with Madame Pomfrey. It was the head injury that he was most concerned about and only because he didn't want her dying while he was head boy.

Looking back up at her head again, he gently felt around the wound to see if he could feel if the skull was broken or if it was filling with blood. She moaned softly causing him to look down into her eye.

"You smell nice." She mumbled. "Nicer than dancing man."

She was talking, which was always a good sign. She had a concussion for sure as she was talking a whole load of rubbish.

"Like soap and sandalwood...and man." She mumbled again, her eyes closing.

"You need to stay away Granger." He said loudly, looking back up at the wound.

"Hermione, I'm here." Ron said urgently. "I'm just over here. They won't let me go to help." He started to fight more vigorously against the two men holding him.


"You wouldn't know how to help weasel and would probably end up killing her. Not that I really care if she lives or dies but I would like to see her face as you get kicked out for school for attacking Head Boy." Malfoy retorted his eyes going back down to look into Granger's eyes.

She wasn't sure but she could have sworn that he smiled slightly at her. But she was in so much pain she wouldn't have been surprised if her brain just made it up to try and make her feel better. When she had first opened her eyes she had just wanted to make sure Ron knew she was okay and to make him stop shouting. What she hadn't realised was that by opening her eyes it would bring so much pain with it. Her head hurt so much; it made it feel so much heavier than she was use too. It was a good job that Malfoy was holding it up because she wasn't sure that she would be able to do it alone. Her left leg felt tingly, like it had fallen asleep. She kept trying to wiggle her toes to make the blood flow to them but they wouldn't do as they were told.

"I have pins and needles." She mumbled. It was getting hard to talk. Her lips felt too thick and weren't moving like they were meant to.

"In your leg?" Malfoy asked.

"Yeah." She whispered back.

He looked away from her eyes and down to her leg but she couldn't tell from his face what he saw. She took as deep a breath as she could to try and calm herself. Again his smell hit her noise; it was so fresh and so new. Like nothing she had ever smelt before. It made her feel warm and she would even go as far as to say, it took some of her pain go away.

"Your leg is fine." He replied looking back up at her head and not into her eyes. She knew he was lying. Over the years she had seen him lie to teachers enough times to know they signs by now. But if he didn't want to tell her just now then that was okay with her, she didn't really want to know anyway.

"Sandalwood." She mumbled again. Her eyes were feeling too heavy to hold open. Lowering her lids she took another deep breathe. "And soap." Her head really did hurt. If she went in to the darkness she wouldn't feel the pain anymore. It was calling for her.

"Stay awake, Granger." His eyes moving back down to hers. "I thought you Gryffindor's were meant to be strong and brave." He looked back up and started prodding her with his fingers. The pain was unbelievable. It was so strong that it made the warm safe darkness leave her for a moment. "Clearly I was wrong. You're no better than Hufflepuffs."

She was sat here injured and all he could do was take the piss out of her. He really was the devil's son. But did he have to smell so good.

"Sandalwood." She mumbled again. "I love the smell of sandalwood."

The darkness was back. She couldn't be bothered fighting this time. It could take her away from the pain and the nice smelling Malfoy that did nothing but take the piss. She was tired of being strong. Malfoy leaned closer. She thought to get a better look but didn't really care as her eyes closed again and she started to give in.

"I really like coconuts." He whispered back and then she was gone into the world of dark. There she felt no pain, even the pins and needles stopped.


Draco sat back, still holding her chin up. Now what on earth had made him say that?

"What in Merlin's name is going on in here?" Professor McGonagall sapped. She took a look around then straightened her shoulders. "On second thoughts I don't want to hear about it now." She turned to the two Slytherin's still holding the struggling Gryffindor. "Unhand Mr Weasley and the 3 of you go and get changed into you robes. We are nearly at Hogwarts. You will go straight to my classroom after the feast where I will be told in full and exact detail what has gone on here." When they didn't more straight away she snapped. "Now!"

Draco stayed on the floor holding Grangers head and dreading what was going to be said to him. He really just wanted to keep his dead down this year. Yeah he could not have come and annoy the mudblood. But how could he not tease her, not after what she had done to him that night in the bar. Not after the dreams he had been having about her. There has to be at least a little pay back for that. If he had known it would end up like this he would definitely have stayed away. It was her own fault, he wasn't sure how yet but he would find out.

He looked at her closed eyes and hoped that she wasn't feeling any pain there. Damn why did he hope that? It was the coconut he decided, it was to strong and making him feel light headed.

Professor McGonagall came up behind him. She stopped for a moment and looked at Granger, taking in all the injuries. Sighing, she crouched down next to Draco.

"Thank you Mr Malfoy, I can take it from here." She placed her hand where his was under her chin. "You may go and change. Before the feast have the wound on your arm seen too. After the meal you will also meet me in my classroom. I expect better from the Head boy and will be speaking to Dumbledore about this.

Annoyed Draco stood and left the room, only looking back once to see Granger before she was out of view. Angry that he looked back and that he had to go to McGonagall's classroom he stormed to his cabin to change. Taking off his jumper he started to feel the pain coming from the huge gash on his arm. He told himself as he was getting changed that not noticing it was all to do with the adrenalin and nothing to with seeing Granger so injured.

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