Short IMPORTANT chapter...lols

Chapter Seven( Sick? What's next….)

Draco was sleepy and slightly aggravated as he awoke the next morning. It wasn't that he didn't like class, he just didn't want to go. He was getting tired of this boring old routine. Showering and eating breakfast he began to get agitated when he noticed that Hermione hadn't come out of her room yet and he didn't understand why. He looked at the time and it was nearly time to go. Was Granger sleeping in? The golden one sleeping in. Perhaps she too was getting tired of the loophole they'd fallen into.

Sighing at the fact that she was taking over him, and grunting at the fact that he was letting her, he made way for her door.

She would no doubt be angry that he was waking her up but, maybe she'd be less aggravated after he explained a bit.

He came to her bronze name plate and breathed out quickly before knocking. He was curious as to how her room looked.

There was a stirring and shuffling before he heard her feet lightly padding across the floor. She wasn't rushing either. He heard her head to the left, he assumed to make herself decent. At least he thought so.

About a minute later she opened the door, looking sleepy and, he lowered his eyebrows, sick. " What's wrong with you Granger?" He asked looking her over. Her robe was tossed on, hanging half off her shoulder. Her nose was slightly red, and she looked a bit pale. His heart dropped, he could feel her sickness even with in him. Their connection helped him to feel her congested head. Damn her.

She smiled softly, a smile that didn't reach her expressions and she turned around, walking back to her bed. She had left the door open, so he took the initiative to follow her.

Her room was exactly what he would expect out of her. The walls were a peachy, tan color, trimmed in white. A canopy bed with a bleach white comforter that had small yellow flowers stitched in sat happily in the middle of the room, sharing space with a tan rug with the Gryffindor house symbol laying just at the foot. There were knickknacks sitting in various places, and a few pictures framed in bronzy colors that shinned in the morning sun. He scowled at one of her and Ron smiling and making silly faces at each other. She had a large bookshelf filled with books and there were also some books out of place, ones he assumed she was reading, or had recently read. Her room was completely spotless, everything having a place. It was completely Hermione.

He gave her a weak smile as she sat propped up in her bed, her hair in messy braided pigtails and her baby blue robe barely on her shoulder any longer. She looked pitiful.

" Granger…" He stopped, sitting down at the very end of her bed, he may be falling in love with her, but he certainly didn't want any of her muggleborn sickness. " I mean Hermione, what in the world has happened to you?"

She sniffled. " I don't understand it myself.." She began, sounding horribly scratchy and stuffy. " I hardly ever get sick." She said looking down at her hands, which were laced in her lap. " Lately though, I've been feeling more and more sick. I just can't get over it."

He raised his eyebrows. " Well if your that sick, maybe you should see the nurse."

" No!" She said quickly. And he lowered his eyebrows. " I just don't like the nurse's office, and besides, it's nothing but a little cold. It's nothing to be afraid of." She said with a fake happy ring. He could see right through it.

He chuckled lightly. " If you say so Granger." He stood. " Then you aren't going into class today?"

With a completely skyrocketing level of self amusement, he saw Hermione scan him up and down before she answered. Her eyes had mingled on her shoulders and chest for a bit longer. He grinned; she was checking him out. " I don't think so Draco, I'm just not feelings up to it."

" Then I fear I must tell my teachers that my dear fellow head is skipping because of a stuffy nose. Dose that sound agreeable?" He joked, watching panic flash over her expression.

" But I didn't say that Malfoy." She lifted the covers and swung her feet over the bed, standing up rather shakily. " Please don't say that to them.." She pleaded. He saw her wobble a bit and figured not to joke with her any longer. She evidently was truly sick. He could feel her unbalance in his bones. How was she even standing?

He sighed, stepping closer to her. He reached past her and pulled back her cover, then laid his heavy hands on her shoulders. " Back to bed with you Granger." He lightly pushed her back, courting her legs under the cover and covering her up. She rolled on her side facing him, but still was reluctant to let his joke go.

" Are you really going to say that Malfoy?"

He smiled, he couldn't help it. The girl was so obsessed with her class work she'd risk passing out from sickness. " No Granger. I shall not tell them that." He said in a deep breath. Feeling that he was going to be late, he turned around. Not before he had a sudden urge he couldn't suppress. He could feel her coursing through his body after their brief touch. Soft and velvety, he could still feel her skin on his hands. Sighing he turned towards her again. " Get some sleep kitty okay," He said softly. He laid his hand on her forehead. She felt hot. " Damn, you have a fever, just sleep a bit. I'll be back after I run the teachers errands." He ran his hand down her pink cheek. He couldn't tell if it was red because she was sick, or because she was blushing, but either way, he figured he'd drop it.

He turned and walked to the door, stopping and looking back before he went. She was still looking at him, and he could have swore there were tears in her eyes. " Don't worry kitty, I'll take care of you. I can't have you sick. Who'd help me with all these damn errands if you weren't here?" He gave a weak laugh and went to go to class. He chuckled at himself; He still thought she was beautiful. She was sick and looked dreadful, but he still wanted to hold her. He was Pathetic. He rubbed the back of his neck as he headed to his first class.

Kitty? He had called her kitty. Twice. Hermione's heart fluttered as she watched him disappear through her doorway. She wasn't sure why, but when he had laid his hand on her head, she felt so lightheaded she thought she may faint.

If being sick meant that Draco was so nice to her, she may get sick more often.

She rolled over, feeling the pull of her sickness. When would she ever be able to tell him her secret? She didn't want to. She hardly even managed to tell Harry and Ron and they were her best friends for multiple years. Damn it. She'd have to find a way and soon.

She squeezed the covers in her hand as she closed her eyes tight. She couldn't bare to lose Draco. Not now. She'd grown to care for him, and need him far too much for that.

She sighed. She'd tell him as soon as she got the chance. She just hoped it wouldn't be too late.

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