Chapter 4
Draco's POV
I woke up feeling very groggy. I looked around and figured that I must be in the Infirmary. I tried to lift my head, but it hurt too much, so I just laid back down, but not before catching a glimpse of brown, curly hair at the right side of my bed. I turned slightly and saw none other than Hermione Granger sitting there next to me, with tears dried on her face. She was holding my hand and when she felt me move my head, she looked up. I reached over and stroked her hair.
"I am so glad you're here, Hermione."
"Yeah, and I'm so glad that you're awake."
"Why are you being so nice, though? You never seemed like you would do this for me. For someone who has been mean and cruel to you and potty and weasel for the past 6 years."
"Yeah, well, if you would stop calling them potty and weasel, I just might stay being this nice to you. You're not as bad as you used to be."
"Yes, well you're not so bad…" he trailed off as Madame Pomfrey came around the corner towards them.
"Mr. Malfoy, you seem much better now, so you are free to go when you please," she stated.
"And if I choose to stay here until I am fully better?" he asked.
"That you may not do. You must leave sometime this afternoon," she said sounding very annoyed.
"But I'm still not feeling all that well. I think I will stay an extra day or so."
"Well, if you must at least take this potion," she replied icily.
"But I fell well enough not to need any potion," he said just as icily.
"If you're well enough not to take this potion, then you may leave."
"but I don't feel all that well."
"leave"
"But-"
"No buts, leave"