This could possibly be the last chapter for a few days or so. I start work today (it's only 4 to 10) and I'm not sure how many days a week I'll be working, hopefully more than 4 days a week. If I don't update for a while, don't be angry and hunt be down, just be a lil' patient with me. Hermione finished her lunch as quickly as possible to get away from angry Ron and depressed Harry. Her book open in front of her, she started up the stairs to her portrait, looking up briefly to glare at the previously absent lion ad snake, before mumbling the password and stepping inside. She first heard a lot of talking upstairs, seeral voices all speaking at once. As she walked towards the staircase, she heard a door open, then saw Blaise Zambini walking down the stiars. He walked slowly until he was beside her.
"They're looking for you, Granger." He said, habbing a thumg in the direction of Malfoy's room. Hermione simply groaned in response and continued her way up the stairs, tossing her book into her room, and then turning around, dreading what lie in the room before her.
She slowly opened the door to Malfoys room, taking in the view of everyone who had crowded around. Professor Snape was standing on one side, while Pansy Parkinson, two other girls Hermione didn't recognize, and the entire Slytherin Quidditch team crowded around the other side of the four poster.
"Ah, Miss Granger. It took you long enough, so glad you decided to show. Mr. Malfoy here is suffering from several broken bones, and cuts and bruises. Madam Promfrey is away on a mandatory medical convention, and no one can help heal young Mr. Malfoy. You are required to tend to him until someone more qualified can, which will be about a week or so. That includes cleaning his wounds, brining him food, and giving him medicine." Hermione stood for a moment and registered everything that Snape was telling her.
"Professor, why must I do it? Can't Parkinson or Zambini do it?" Snape glared at her as soon as her mouth began forming words.
"You, Miss Granger, live closer to Mr. Malfoys living quarters. You always do exactly as you're told, and you're ahead in all of your classes, therefore this will not affect your grades." Hermione blinked.
"Th-thank you, sir."
"It was not meant as a compliment. I find it rather annoying." The Slytherins began to snigger at his comment. Hermione glared at them, then returned her attention to Snape, "Now, we will be leaving you. The instructions for Mr. Marlfoy will arrive by owl in a while."
Snape and the Slytherins made their way out of the room, although Parkinson was rather reluctant and angry. Hermione glanced over at Malfoy, who was asleep, and glared.
"You pick, of all times, to get hurt when Madam Promfrey isn't here. Good, going, Malfoy." Hermione sighed to herself and turned, heading back into her room to begin working on her Arithmancy homework.
Hermione was startled two hours later when a tapping noise came from outside of her window. She rushed over and opened the glass, letting the chocolate brown owl in. It lifted its leg, revealing a letter, which Hermione took off and placed on the table. She gave the small owl a treat and began opening the thick letter. She read and re-read it, then growled and turned to walk out her door.
She pushed open Malfoy's door and made her way over to his beside table, picking up different medicines and glancing at the name on them. Her movements made Malfoy stir, and awaken.
"What are you-" Malfoy began to speak and then his eyes opened wide and he began grinding his teeth, growling in pain.
"Give me a second, Malfoy, I have to give you a shot." Hermione took the syringe and stuck the needle into the top of the bottle, drawing out the right dosage. She quickly took Malfoys right, undamaged arm, and wrapped a cloth it, tight but not too tight. Malfoy continued to squirm and growl, but let her hold his arm steady. His vein began to show and Hermione yelled at him to be still. He did after a moment and she sanitized the area, then stuck the needle into his vein. She slowly began to inject the liquid into his blood flow and he slowly began to calm down even more. She threw the syringe away and removed the cloth and as his breathing slowed, he seemed to return to his normal self.
"What the hell are you doing in here, Granger?"
"Oh, well, you're welcome, Malfoy!" She glared over at him, then continued to go through the medicines on the table, "Here, take these." She handed him two pills from one bottle and then one pill from a second bottle.
"Why should I trust anything you give me?" He said, examining the pills.
"Well, let's see. If I had wanted to kill you, get expelled, and sent to Azkaban, then I could have done it thirty seconds ago when I gave you the pain shot." She said, giving him a paper cup full of water. He just looked at her, and didn't take the pills, "Look, Madam Promfrey is away on a medical conference and I was forced to take care of you, alright? Just take the fucking medicine so I can return to what I want to do and not have to deal with you for another two hours!" She said, her eyes sending daggers. Malfoy blinked, looked down at the pills, then popped them in his mouth and took a sip of water. He swallowed and set the water back onto the table. Hermione went to turn around and had her hand on the knob when his voice filled her ears.
"Nice use of language, Granger." She growled and slammed his door.Okay, I know it's REALLY REALLY short and I apologize, okay? But I wanted to update as soon as possible. I prefer not to have angry mobs knocking down my door, lol. I started my job today and even though it was very boring and uneventful, I'm tired and after House goes off I'm going to bed. I do have the next couple of days off and Monday I don't go to school, so I should be able to have a longer chapter up by Monday afternoon. Again, thanks for reading and review, it gives me a happy. Not the nasty kind of happy, though, that'd be weird.
-Twilight-in-Winter-