"Draco!" I screamed for him as I reached for the door, but before I could even turn the nob, Greyback had grabbed me and thrown me to the ground. "Draco! Hel-" Greyback held my mouth shut and smiled.
"Time for my midnight snack!" Greyback whispered. I kicked him in the face and ran to the door. "Clavisia!" (Sorry I made up a spell; this one will lock a door from both sides and alohamora doesn't work) I heard Greyback shout, I tried to open the door but it was locked from the inside.
"Alohomora!" it still didn't open. "Draco!" Why couldn't he hear me? The muffliato! "Vox!" (I made up another one, sorry! Counter curse for muffliato.) Greyback grabbed me from around the waist and threw me into my bookshelf. "Draco!" Greyback banged my head on the bookshelf again, in an effort to make me unconscious. I pulled out my wand from my pocket and pointed it at his stomach. "Stupefy!" He was thrown by my spell onto the other side of my room. I crawled towards the door even though I knew it was enchanted to stay locked from either side. But I felt Greybacks claws scratch my ankles as he dragged me away from the door.
"You're not going anywhere; I've been craving you for a while now!" Greyback scratched my shoulder as he covered my mouth with his furry, clawed hands. I bit his hand and he released.
"Draco!" I shouted immediately.
"You bit me! Now it's my turn!" He was about to bite my leg when my door was blasted to pieces.
"Stupefy!" I heard Draco's voice shout, Greyback was thrown into the wall by the force of the spell. By the time the dust cleared, Greyback had his hand around my neck and his wand at my chin.
"Draco Malfoy, are you saving a mudblood? Oh I can't wait to tell your fathe-"
"Avada Kedavra!" A green shot of light passed inches from my face and hit Greyback squarely in the chest. I got to my feet, ran to Draco, and hugged him; even I didn't see that coming.
I wept into his chest, "I thought this was over!" I cried. "I…I thought this was over! Thought it was…thought…it was" I felt sleepy all of a sudden, I couldn't keep my eyes open, and there were dark spots taking up my blurry vision. I couldn't hold myself up anymore.
The last thing I heard before drifting to sleep was, "Don't worry; I will always be right there in the next room over."
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"Hermione, are you waking up, dear?" I heard Madam Pomfrey say as I woke up. I opened my eyes, I was in the infirmary, it was probably late night, because Madam Pomfrey was in her nightdress, and it was dark. I heard a pit patter on the windows that was rain. "Oh, you're awake!"
"How…how long?" I asked groggily.
"Six days, it would have been shorter if you weren't scratched by a werewolf." She felt my forehead for a fever and cooled my water with her wand.
"Where's Draco?" I tried to get out of bed, but Madam Pomfrey gently pushed me back onto my pillow.
"He is being held at Azkaban Prison until you wake up for his hearing."
"What! What did he do?" I threw myself out of the bed and tried to run to the door, but my legs gave way and I fell to the ground.
Madam Pomfrey held me up and pulled me to the bed, "He used an unforgivable curse! He killed someone, sweetheart!" She tucked me back in bed and patted my head.
"He killed the most barbaric werewolf in the world! He saved my life, how can he be in trouble?" I shouted in objection.
"I know, he's the one who brought you in here. He was so worried about you. But he did use the Avada Kedavra curse, that's unforgivable, you know!" She put the water in my hand. I tried to lift it to my mouth, but I couldn't even hold it up. I dropped it and it fell to the floor with a smash.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" I looked over to see what I did.
"Oh, it's all right, see! Reparo!" The glass put itself back together and refilled the water. "All better! Your shoulder was scratched by Greyback and the venom disabled your nerves in your arm, the same thing happened with your legs and feet. Your strength has probably improved enough to let you stand or hold something for about two seconds by now." She stood up and grabbed a cardigan. "I'm going to tell Professor McGonagall you're awake so she can alert the ministry that they can schedule Mr. Malfoys hearing. Get some sleep, love." She hurriedly walked out of the door and put out the fires.
I couldn't believe it; Draco was in Azkaban for saving my life! I couldn't imagine how angry his father was: his son was in Azkaban for killing an ally and saving a muggle born. Lucius was going to kill him, literally.
The next morning Harry and Ginny came to see me. "Hey there, Hermione, we brought you candy!" Ginny ran to the seat next to me and handed me three licorice wands and treacle fudge.
"Thank you, Ginny." I bit down on a licorice wand and looked up at Harry. "Harry, treacle fudge is your favorite, are you sure you don't want some?" I asked teasingly. He licked his lips and stepped closer.
"Maybe just a little…" He reached for some, but Ginny slapped his hand.
"Harry! Honestly, that's Hermione's fudge!" She glared at him and he stepped back from the fudge. "Anyway, we're so glad you're awake! We have a lot to talk about. First of all: What happened?" She leaned in closer as I bit down on my licorice again.
"I guess…Fenrir Greyback escaped from Azkaban and wanted a midnight snack." I pointed to my shoulder.
"That mutt just won't give up, will he? I still can't believe Malfoy saved you." Harry said as he sat down on the side of the bed. "Oh, I'm on your leg!" He stood up.
"Don't worry; I can't feel anything in my leg or right arm." I pinched my leg to show him I couldn't feel anything and he sat back down. "Yeah, Draco saved me, I mean, who else could?"
"But, knowing Malfoy, he would have been glad to watch the light leave your eyes." Harry muttered.
"Draco isn't a child anymore, Harry. He doesn't hate people for being muggle born anymore." I told him.
"Isn't a child anymore? He's still a Malfoy, Hermione!" He stood up and crossed him arms.
"A Malfoy who saved my life, me, a mudblood. If that isn't growing up, I don't know what is. Also, he was the one who suggested we grew up and called each other by our first names." I took a sip of water (from my left arm) and set it down forcefully.
"Honestly, Hermione, he saves your life and all of a sudden you're okay with him?" Harry sat back down on my bed.
"He saved my life! Of course I'm okay with him! You know, the only reason he was mean to us was because if he wasn't, word would get to his father and Draco would get in big trouble! He was raised to hate us, and now he's old enough to make his own choices! And he chose to save me!" I gasped for air because I didn't take breaths in between sentences. "I thought you had grown up when you decided to save his life in the Room of Requirement, but I guess you still hold a grudge."
"That's exactly what I mean, though, Hermione! Just because I saved his life doesn't mean he trusts me! You saw him, telling that death eater he was on their side. He didn't even care that we saved his life!" Harry shouted.
"What would you say if you were him and you were about to be killed by a death eater and you happened to have death eater parents and a dark mark, Harry? What would you have done if you really didn't have a choice?" I asked him angrily.
"I would have said I was a death eater, waited for him to let his guard down, and killed the real death eater if I was in Malfoys situation." Ginny said, I had almost forgotten she was here.
"I guess…that might be good thinking." Harry admitted. "But that doesn't even mean he cared."
"He cared enough not to tell Bellatrix it was you at Malfoy Manor, and he knew it was you. Plus, that was before you even saved his life." I said, Harry sat back down and sighed.
"Okay, Hermione, so you trust him now?" Harry's voice had lowered itself and calmed down.
"Of course I don't trust him! Who can I trust other than you, Ginny, and a few others?" I replied.
"Hermione, I think you're going about this just right. I think it's time we all grew up and forgot the past, I mean, Delilah Greenwaters called me names and put dungbombs in my bed in my first, second, and third years. But now, Delilah and I are inseparable! Harry, its time you forgave and forgot the past." Ginny stood up and looked Harry in the eyes, as though she was trying to hypnotize him.
"Fine, but I still don't trust Mal- Draco." Harry muttered.
"You don't have to." Ginny muttered back.
