Chapter 3

I groggily sat up in a bed which was way too stiff to be my silken covered bed, opened my eyes and immediatly regretted it for two main reasons. One was that the light was coming into the infirmary so brightly I was seeing spots. The second was the face of Pansy leaning over me, makeup having ran from obvious tears. I made a groan which she thought was a groan of pain as she called for Pomfrey to come give 'her little dragon' something for his pain. Pomfrey failed to care and tended to the recent injury of a 5th year in his Charms class.

"Quit your whining, Malfoy. You're not going to be leaving here for a while so I suggest you get comfortable." My poor neck might suffer whiplash from the speed at which I turned my head.

"Granger," Pansy sneered. "Who do you think you are telling my dragon what he can and cannot do?"

"I happen to be the nurse in training, Parkinson. Now shut your trap or I'll be forced to kick you out. Now, Malfoy, what happened? Do you remember at all?" Granger enquired sounding quite professional but exceptionally bitter at the same time.

"I remember, sitting in the common room with Quills... I was waiting for Pansy...and my body kind of...took over. Anything my brain told it to do, it ignored. I had lost control." Pansy gave me a look which I didn't like. She was thinking it was the hottest thing on the planet. Granger said something but I didn't give a rat's ass until Pansy glared at her and stormed off.

"So..erm..what's wrong with me, Granger? I'm not going to die am I? I'm too young to die!" I faked a dramatic pose feeling the urge to be humorous. She gave me a wry smile.

"No, you're not going to die, Malfoy, unless you keep up that ridiculous face." She turned and called over Madame Pomfrey so she could examine me. After a thorough examination which made me shout, "don't touch that!" proved that there was nothing wrong, she ordered the bushy haired nurse in training to watch after me to see if anything like that happened again.

Begrudgingly, Granger sat in her little chair, and glared at me.

"Granger, I'm cold," I moaned, because Malfoy's do not whine. "Can't you get me that blanket?"

"Get it yourself." She scoffed and opened a book that apparently popped out of nowhere. 'Well now we can't have her ignoring us can we?'

"But, Granger, you're supposed to look after me. Don't make me call Madame Pomfrey back in from her office." I gave her a smug look and she rolled her eyes, making as much noise as possible as she got up from her chair and stormed over to my bed. She threw a thick blanket over me and turned to go back to her chair and book. 'Hm...What can I make her do...OH!'

"Granger, you forgot to tuck me in." 'Hehe', I watched her face scrunch up as she began to wedge the sheets under my legs and she pointedly glared at me when she got to my waist line…which I couldn't help but smirk at. Until, that is, my eyes drifted downwards, and I noticed the rather tight shirt Ms. Granger was wearing...and the fact that I could see down Ms. Granger's shirt and Great Merlin's Pants did she have gorgeous tits.

"Shit Granger. Keep leaning over me like that and you might give me ideas." I felt my head get hazy which felt rather strange to me all things considered. She straightened up as soon as the words left my mouth and turned a bright red. Then she left me at my bed and walked to the opposite wall to her chair. She picked up her book but apparently my statement left her more than a little flustered for the book slipped right out of her hands and onto the floor. And, 'oh god,' her little nurse dress was much oh so much too short. I got a glorious look at the same knickers I saw in McGonagall's class earlier today when she bent over to retrieve her beloved book.

"For fucks sake, Granger, you're trying to seduce me aren't you!" She turned a bright scarlet which normally I would've smirked at but I felt too hot and bothered to be a suave smarmy git. A loud "pop" made the both of us jump as a little house elf appeared carrying a tray of tea and biscuits rambling something about Pansy sending me up something to eat.

"Yeah? Thanks." I took the tray out of the little elf's hands and placed it on the table next to my bed.

"I wouldn't eat that if I were you," Granger said wearily glancing at the tray. She had resumed reading her book on her little stool and licked her finger and turned the page. If it hadn't been her voice, I'd've had no clue where the suggestion came from.

"Why not?" I sneered picking up one of the treats and giving it a once over.

"Because Pansy sent it and God knows what she could have done to it." She licked her finger again and turned another page. 'My god she is insufferable; completely ignoring me, the great Draco Malfoy.' A few minutes passed where I studied the delicious looking treat and shot Granger several glances. My nerves tingled when she finally met my gaze. It was an unusual feeling so I immediately adverted my eyes.

The door opened and a tall lanky red-haired bloke walked in. We'll he crept in really like a dog who knew it had done badly by chewing its master's sneakers. I doubted, however, that his was the case.

"Weasley." I growled. I really did hate his very presence. Granger, who I know saw him come in, had turned her back to him and busied herself with fixing the other beds in the hospital wing. 'That could take a very long time…but I suppose if you had enough house elves it shouldn't be too long.'

"Hermione? Can I talk to you?" 'Awww…his voice sounds so sad.' I straightened up in my bed eager to hear what it was that started this lovers spat.

"I don't know, Ron. Can you talk to me? Or are you too busy chatting up every willing girl in the school?" 'Oh…that's my job you little weasel.'

"Look, Hermione, I'm sorry. I didn't think you'd get like this."

"Didn't think I'd get like what, Ronald?" She threw her arms up in the air and glowered at him.

"Mione…It didn't mean anything. I didn't know that's what she wanted. You're the only girl I care about and you know it." He cautiously stepped towards her.

"You know full well what girls these days want." She crossed her arms, her look softening but her posture still strong. 'I know what girls want. They want me but why they would lower themselves to the Weasel, I cannot say.'

The git stared at his feet and mumbled something, that, even while straining, I couldn't hear it. Granger must have ears like a bat.

"Oh, Ronald." She threw her arms around him and hugged him and there was an odd grumbling sound from my throat. It felt like…was that really? 'Did I really just growl? What in the bleeding Mary's was that about?'

"Did you just growl?" I looked up and the both of them were staring at me with puzzled looks on their faces.

"No." I snapped bitterly and watched the 'happy' couple make up their differences. I have no idea why I had the sudden urge to rip Weasley's head off but when he leaned down and kissed her cheek, my body, of it own accord, threw the cookie that I still had in my hand directly at Mr. Red-headed twat. I smirked as it gloriously struck him upside the head causing him to jump away from Granger and rub his head tenderly. Granger glared at me and opened her mouth to speak but I beat her to it.

"You warned me not to eat them. So I was testing how hard they were." I gave an innocent shrug and Madame Pomfrey came bustling into the room. "Harder than this cunt's head obviously. Guess you better throw him out with the biscuits."

"Mr. Malfoy. Obviously you are well enough to throw cookies at another student. You are excused. Get back to your common room immediately; you two as well." She motioned for us all to shoo out of the hospital wing. I swung my feet out of the bed and strode over to the Mediwitch.

"You know what's wrong with me, don't you?" I stood tall as I clasped my cloak around my neck.

"I have my suspicions, Mr. Malfoy, but until they are confirmed," she waved her wand and the tray of tea and sweets disappeared. "You will have to wait. Now please go back to your common room." With a swirl of robes, which I do intentionally, I left the empty hospital room.

On my way down to the dungeons, I happened across the Golden Trio's famous couple. I was on my way down the moving staircases when I passed a corridor and caught sight of the two in a rather…interesting predicament. Granger had been shoved against the wall by Weasley and they were enjoying a little snogging session. My blood pounded in my ears and I was holding myself back from storming over and throwing that bastard through the wall by his ears. Then my mind hatched a brilliant plan.

Weasley had moved down to kissing her neck and I also noticed her tight little nurse dress was now hiked up to her hips and one of Weasley's hands were busy underneath those damned knickers. In a bold, yet glorious moment of jealousy, I flicked my wand in their direction and heard the little nurse quiver and gasp and finally "Oooh, Draco!"…moan my name. Oh gods, it was the hottest thing I'd ever heard her say and got me a little more excited than I should've been. I continued my way down the stairs to the dungeons as I heard Weasley's voice echo, "Draco!? You're thinking of MALFOY? I can't bel-"

Oh sweet, tasty, and slightly arousing victory.