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Knowledge

Madame Pomfrey immediately appeared in front of Draco before he had even left the dorm.

"Madame Pomfrey we need you upstairs there seems to be something wrong with Harry Potter." He quickly said.

"Yes, I know love." She said softly, before she hurried up the stairs, Draco in tow. Hermoine still sat on the floor, Harry's head still on her lap. Her robes now had a yellow patch and she was stroking his hair. Hermoine's cheeks were wet and her mascara had run. She looked up at them and a slow smile formed on her face.

"Oh I haven't seen this in awhile, we must act quickly in looks like he doesn't have much time." Madame Pomfrey said. Her wand appeared and Harry's body went swiftly flying out of the room. They followed quickly after his body.

"Madame, What is wrong with him?" asked Hermoine.

"He seems to be suffering from a hex known as Olmstead Sol. This hex can be quiet deadly if preformed properly but there is a cure." She replied quietly. Hermoine sighed, feeling relieved that she had made it in time. That still didn't answer all the questions, which now loomed in the back of her mind.

Hermoine paced outside the hospital wing, her nerves nearly killing her. Draco leant against the wall, his eyes watching her.

'I don't understand why he has to stand there,' she thought 'it is not like he really cares about anyone but himself. He is so irritating and what I hate even more is that he helped me, making me in his debt.'

"Hermoine," he said softly to her. She stood stunned for a second, unbelieving that he had just said her. "Nothing good can come from you pacing and you will just wear yourself out." He said with kindness in his voice, she had never heard before.

"Malfoy if I wanted your opinion, I would have asked for it. Go back to your room, I don't want you here." She said harsher than she should of. She was tired and it was late.

"Fine Granger," he hissed, " I know when I'm not wanted. I don't see why I would want to be with you when you stink." He saw her look down at her clothes as he stormed past.

'I go out of my way, to help her dear friend bloody fucking Potter and all I get is, "If I wanted your opinion I would have asked,"' he thought shaking his head in annoyance. 'Oh the nerve of some people, especially to me. God damn her.'

He stormed into the dorm, unable to keep his annoyance controlled. Frustrated at the way she got under his skin, when she had hardly done anything then speak a couple of words to him. He stormed to his room, unlike Hermoine's it was a mess. He had dark wood furniture and flooring like her but his curtain and bed spread were a dark royal blue. Clothes were scattered everywhere over the floor, odd bits and bobs as well. As he entered his bathroom, with of course had matching blue tiles, he removed his clothes. He started the shower and as the warm water run over, frustration left.

Hermoine, Ron and Ginny sat by Harry's bed, he still lay unconscious but he was out of danger according to Madame Pomfrey.

"Hermoine how had you known?" Ron asked hesitantly.

"I was in the bath and I was under the water, when this image popped into my head of Harry hunched over near his bed, I just had this weird feeling. It's only once happened before but I…" she stopped abruptly as images of the summer entered her head.

'If only I could have stopped him, I had known all along and never did anything. Why hadn't I?' Her thoughts interrupted by a hand on her shoulder. She shook her head and looked at Ron.

"Hermoine what? What happened?" Ginny asked with a look of reassurance. Ginny was worried now even though was trying not to show it. Hermoine had changed since the summer, none of them had seen her during it, and there was always an excuse why she couldn't come.

"Oh nothing, nothing serious." She lied, Ron and Ginny exchanged a look, she ignored it. A groan came from the bed, they all looked at Harry. His eyes fluttered open, he looked around and remembered the familiar surroundings of the hospital wing.

"How long have I been here?" he asked groggily. He looked at them all before grabbing Ginny's hand. She smiled happily.

"About 6 hours, do you remember anything Harry about what happened?" Ginny asked softly.

"No, I can't remember anything." He said sadly. Ginny and Ron looked at him compassionately. Hermoine however was just not satisfied with this answer.

"Think hard Harry, You must remember something, you have to!" she said forcefully nearly yelling. Ron and Ginny gave her a 'shut-up' look. "Sorry Harry, It just been a long day." She said before standing and unexpectedly leaving.

As Draco sat down at the Slytherin table the next morning, he could not help look over at the Gryffindor looking for Hermoine. She had, too much of his annoyance, entered his dreams last night. He had not heard her come last night before he went to bed. He looked up from his plate and searched the Gryffindor table, he found her sitting next to Neville. He was chatting away to her, she just nodded and agreed ever so often.

Twittering and hooting filled the hall, as the morning owls flew in, a poor first year was stupid enough to enter the hall at the time was being a hooted and swooped on. She screamed in surprise and ran to her table. Draco laughed to himself at the unfortunate situation of that girl.

A familiar owl landed in front of him, letter attached to its leg. He patted his family's owl Yelnil and handed her a bit of toast. She took in grateful and he unattached the letter. He quickly read it.

Draco,

I would like you to meet me at Hogsmeade outside Honeydukes on Saturday. 2:30 sharp. Do not fail me.

Lucias Malfoy

Draco folded and tucked the letter into the pocket of his robes. He looked over to the Gryffindor table again, this time making eye contact with Granger. She stared at him longer than she should. She quickly diverted her eyes before getting up and leaving the hall. Draco stood and followed her.

AN: Here's the next chapter, i hope it answers some questions (doubtful) and puts some new ones in your mind. REVIEW, be critical. Thank you xx