A/N: How are my readers? Well I am good and finally I am getting an idea, kind of. Oh well. Thank you for reading my story. I want more and more reviews. It's nice to see my story appreciated and people actually liking it. Thank you everybody. Hope you enjoy this chapter. I think it's sarcastically funny. Hee Hee.

Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling and if I was I would be rich enough to buy Jesse McCartney as my husband, but I'm not and I live in a lowly igloo with my dog named Spiky who keeps me company.

Chapter 7: Trees and Hospital Rooms

Hermione sat in the stands watching the girls croon at the boy who they thought was so sexy.

He is not sexy, why do they do that. It's so annoying. I sure am glad that I'm not like those stupid girls. But he is hot. Ahh, where did that come from! Hermione thought as she watched the Slytherin hottie ride his broom. His muscles rippled as Hermione watched him fly around the goal posts. She mentally slapped herself, she hadn't come out here to watch the arrogant ass; she had come out here to have a quiet peaceful reading time.

Hermione finally shut out the world and got into her book. It was so exciting, she was reading the Pendragon series where the guy goes to other dimensions to save Halla from Saint Dane (I know that it's weird, but those are some very good books). She thought that Voldemort and Saint Dane were a lot alike wanting to take over the world and dimensions, sorta.

Hermione wished that she could escape into their world and have adventures with Bobby and the other travelers see other places that would take her mind away from the world and her incoherent grandmother. She loved Hogwarts and all, but man could it get boring studying all the time, but that was she did and was her escape from complicated crap. She like it simple, studying and reading was her specialty, which to her was easy.

She didn't like stupid people and sometimes Ron got on her last nerve, but she always kept her cool even though she was boiling inside. Even though she didn't to admit it, she didn't like him that much. He was boisterous, obnoxious, and gross. But he was funny and did stuff for her when she asked him, no questions asked unlike Harry who was inquisitive and sly about his ways. But they were her best friends and she loved them dearly. Hermione was so into her book that she didn't notice the girls oohing and ahhing over him more, in which they were next to Hermione.

The noise was really starting to irritate her, "Shut up and go away," she dangerously holding her wand in her hand looking as if she was going to curse them. Hermione was really close to doing it when they noticed that Draco wasn't by the goal posts anymore. As they left, they gave daggering looks at Hermione, but she just stuck glared right back, put her nose up to them and continued on reading.

After about five minutes Hermione decided to see if Draco was going to run into a tree. Darn! Just her luck he was still flying as if in a trance. She turned back to the page she was on when she felt eyes on her. She ignored the feeling but she couldn't concentrate and that's when…WHAM! Malfoy went straight into a tree. Hermione sat in shock for about two seconds before shaking her head and continuing reading, as all the annoying girl fans ran to him. Of course she didn't know that he passed out with her as his last image.

Hermione looked at her watch realizing it was 5:00 pm and time for dinner. She got up and skipped up to the castle happy. She replayed the tree incident in her mind over and over during breakfast with a far off look in her eye the entire time. Harry and Ron looked at her funny every couple minutes. They were concerned.

"Do you think she's gone mad?" Ron asked Harry. Harry just stared at Hermione for a few minutes before replying, "I don't know but she hasn't really been herself this year. Maybe she went mental or something over the summer."

"Do you reckon she's going mental?" Ron asked stupidly.

"I don't really know, but I think we should tell Dumbledore or something," Harry said. Dinner was ending; Harry and Ron were still concerned. Ron waved a hand in her face, all she did was blink. They stood there not knowing what to do. Hermione snapped out of it and got up, seeing her two best friends staring at her as if she was going mental. She just smiled and said, "You two are such twits." With that she walked off gleefully.

Of course she had heard the whole conversation, but she had ignored them thinking about Malfoy running into a tree. She walked to her room shutting the door, launched herself onto her bed and laughed herself hoarse because she hadn't a chance to properly laugh at Malfoy. She heard a knock on the door and it turned out to be Ginny. Hermione invited her in to have a sleepover and the girls talked and laughed all night about it.

Draco woke up in the hospital bed with his head aching. "Argh," he moaned rubbing his noggin, "My head." Slowly he opened his eyes and found himself on a hospital bed. "Crap, this sucks. I was hoping to wake up in my bedroom," he said to himself. Slowly he propped himself up and look around to see if Madam Pomfrey was here to cure his aching head. He looked down to see his robe removed and bandages on his bare chest, he could feel the gel on the inside of the bandages which was healing the scratches. It itched like hell.

He wished a hot girl would come through the door so he could have his way with her, but nothing. Then somewhat to his fancy a girl did walk in but it wasn't the one who he remembered seeing before he passed out. He wondered who she was, the girl that was sitting there reading. (Being a stupid boy and not realizing its Hermione, of course). But he finally saw someone in the room with him holding a package of smelly parsley flowers. They were old and yellow.

He groaned and turned away, but the squealing voice was there, it hurt his head and his ribs. "Drakie, I've got flowers for you," she said thrusting the nasty smelling flowers in his face making him sneeze really badly. (Draco has some really bad karma in this story because he wanted Hermione, not realizing that he want her. But he kind of did get what he wanted, a girl.)

Draco shoved the flowers out of his face, "Pansy I don't want the stupid flowers." Pansy's lower lip quivered and trembled like a little girl. She was going to throw a fit and he knew it, so the only thing that he could do was baby her.

"Look Pansy," he sighed, "I'm really tired and my head ached, but I appreciate the gesture of kindness." She squealed with delight making his headache into a pounding migraine, "I could fix that for you," she said raising her eyebrows suggestively as she tried to seductively walk to him.

She rested her hand on his chest, running it up and it down, but it only made it him more creeped out.

He looked at her in disgust. "Sorry Pansy, but please leave so I can sleep some more. But you know what you can do?" he asked.

"What, Drakie anything for you," she crooned.

"Um, could you keep the other girls out of here?" He asked

"Yes my love," she said giving him a wet kiss with her tongue on his forehead while she walked out trying to sashay her hips. Draco almost barfed. He turned away disgusted. When she was gone, he sighed with relief and sunk into the bed not realizing how comfortable it was before. He fell into a restless sleep dreaming of a girl who read and Pansy falling off a cliff. Draco woke up from a nightmare, the girl he had been dreaming about, her face had changed into Granger's face and then it had changed into Pansy's face which he woke up covered in puke. Ugh, get a grip on yourself, he thought. Madam Pomfrey finally came in bustling to a cabinet and giving him a dreamless potion so he could sleep. He was grateful.

(I know you're thinking, how could a tree hurt him that bad. Well he's staying overnight supposedly because Pomfrey didn't have the supplied to heal his ribs right away in seconds. So he has the healing gel on him, which I made it up)