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Sitting on the bed in the hospital wing, Hermione ached from head to toe. Last night had to have been one of the worst nights of her life. First she had to have all the bone fragments removed from her leg before she could begin the painful process of growing a new one. Due to the head injury she swam in out of consciousness. At some point she was sure that Harry, Ron and Ginny had been sat at her bed side. But then again at one point she thought Malfoy had been there. How why did that make her want to cry? Suddenly she felt all alone.
Turning her head slight to the left she was able to see through a gap in the curtain to the bed next to her, empty. Turning her head the other way she looked through a gap and had a good view of the door to the wing. It looked like she was all by herself. Which probably made sense because how many other people had been thrown into a parcel shelf by a back fire on a spell? A backfire that she didn't understand and the moment she got out of here she wanted to look into it. Never before had she heard about two freezing spells clashing in such a way. Not just clashing but giving out a violent Purple back lash. Had something bad happened to Malfoy as well or did it only harm her?
No she head to stop thinking about anything so complicated it was making her head hurt even more, which she had not thought possible. What time of day was it? No matter which way she tentatively turned her head, she couldn't see a window. She must have been here all night. Classes start tomorrow, she needed to get up and do some studying not to mention unpacking. Wait she didn't even know where the Head Girls dorm room was. Nope it was no good she couldn't stay in this bed any longer.
Taking a deep breath she sat up and swung her legs over the bed. Taking a second she tried to stop the room form swimming. Why did things like this always happen to her? Who turned into a cat? She did. Things never seemed to run to plan for her. She couldn't even have a good holiday in peace. No, things did not work out for Hermione Granger.
She stood up took one step towards the end of the bed only to gasp at the pain that shot up her leg. Combined with the rush of blood to the head and dizzy wave, her legs gave out and she hit the floor in a painful and ungraceful lump.
Hearing the noise Madame Pomfrey came rushing through.
"What in the world are you doing Miss Granger. Get back into bed this minute." With help Hermione was back in bed and under the covers. "You have two more days of bed rest before you are going anywhere."
Having all her energy taken out of her, she looked up at the medi witch with heavy eyes. "How long have I been here?"
Madame Pomfrey fluffed her pillows and smiled down at her. "You have been here for three days and still have two more to go." Walking to the end of the bed she picked up Hermione's chart. "You might as well enjoy the rest my dear as there is no way I am letting you out early."
Hermione closed her eyes and let her head sink back into the pillows. Maybe the medi witch was right; maybe she should just put her head back and relax. How often in the next year is she going to have a chance to rest totally uninterrupted? As Hermione slipped into the waves of much needed healing rest the door to the hospital wing opened.
Looking up Madame Pomfrey saw Mr Malfoy walking into the room.
Smiling to herself she said. "You want me to check your arm again Mr Malfoy?"
He looked up from the sleeping form of Miss Granger and said. "Yeah, it still hurts."
"sit." She said pointing to the bed next to Miss Grangers. Putting the young witches chart down she walked over to Mr Malfoy and started to unwrap his bandage. "Well Mr Malfoy it looks just the same as it did yesterday. Totally fine and healing nicely." Reaching into her apron she pulled out a new bandage and covered the arm that didn't need covering. "She was awake for a bit today."
Mr Malfoy's head shot up to look at her. Frowning, the young wizard tilted his head back down again.
"Silly witch tried to leave but her legs gave out. Not two seconds before you came in she was awake." Pulling out a pair of scissors she finished with his arm. "All done Mr Malfoy." She stepped back. "No doubt I shall see you tomorrow and I will take another look at your arm." With that she turned back to the witches chart.
There was a slight pause before the wizard got up and slowly left the room. Young people, the woman thought to herself, they should just speak what's on their mind.
It Draco stormed up to the portrait that concealed the Heads dorm rooms. Muttering the password he stepped inside as the portrait moved to the side. The archer in the portrait didn't even bothering to speak to the angry young man. Throwing his bag on to the sofa that was in front of the fire he swore loudly. Only the groan that came from the sofa stopped him from throwing something.
Turning around slowly he stared at the back of the sofa. It was only then that he noticed that the fire was at full blaze.
"Thank you Malfoy." An annoying familiar voice came from the sofa. "That's just what I need on my first night out of the hospital wing, a bag thrown onto my leg. Pure brilliant."
Moving closer to the sofa he looked over the back and down at one Hermione Granger curled up in a blanket looking like total hell. And angry.
"Well if you weren't sprawled on the place I throw my bag then you wouldn't have gotten hit now would you." He was not ready for his. He didn't want her in his space. He had been enjoying it too much having the whole place to his self. "Couldn't they have kept you longer?"
"Ah it's so good to be out of the hospital wing." She mumbled putting her head back down on the cushion she had been leaning on, closed her eyes and let go of the bag she had pulled of her legs.
She really did look truly awful. Was it really good idea that she was out because there was no way that he was going to look after her a bloody again. It was bad enough that he had been so weak that he had come up with excuses to go to the hospital wing. Of course that had all stopped once he realised that the medi witch was on to him. He hadn't seen her since he knew she had been awake. She was so bloody head strong that e had tried to move when she wasn't fit enough to do so bloody Gryffindors.
"Why do you look like death? An improvement from normal but can't you just take a painkiller potion?" he bent and picked up his bag, wincing at the smell of coconut. "Don't throw my stuff around Granger or we could have a problem."
"Don't through it at me and then I won't drop it on the ground, ferret." She spoke without opening her eyes. "I can't take the painkiller potion because I am allergic to it."
Draco merely snorted and headed towards his room.
"Just do something about your face...it's making my head hurt." With that he slammed his door causing Hermione to wince.
Don't you just want to both hit and kiss Malfoy!
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