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Draco leaned back in his chair, watching as Hermione walked up the stairs to her room. Halfway up, though, her foot slipped and she went tumbling down the stairs.
Jumping up, Draco ran to the stairs, catching her before she hit the floor. Her eyes were closed and she was limp in his arms.
He carried her to the couch and laid her down, her head resting on one of the small pillows that sat on it. He gently patted her cheek, hoping that she'd wake up. She groaned, but her eyes remained shut.
Worried, he picked her up again, her head now resting on his shoulder, and carried her to the infirmary.
When he didn't see Madame Pomfrey, he had to refrain from calling out for her. After putting Hermione on one of the beds, he knocked loudly on Madame Pomfrey's office door. She appeared a minute later in her night dress to find Draco pacing in front of Hermione's bed.
She hurried towards Hermione, asking, "What happened to her?"
"She slipped on the stairs going to her room. I think she hit her head."
Pomfrey nodded and began checking over Hermione. When Draco asked for the fifth time if she was going to be okay, she sent him to find Hermione's friends, knowing that they'd want to know what happened.
He wanted to disagree, but nodded instead. As Head Boy, he both the location of and the password to the Gryffindor Tower. He went straight there and, ignoring the look that the Fat Lady gave him, gave the password and entered.
Almost immediately, the loud clatter and laughter stopped and the Gryffindor's glared at him with a mixture of anger and surprise.
"Where's Potter and Weasley?" he asked, no explanation for his appearance.
No one answered for a moment and he looked around, not seeing them. He did, however, see Angelina and approached her.
"Where are they?"
She looked him over. "Why do you need them?"
He glared at her. "Granger is in the infirmary."
A shocked look passed over her face. "They went to find Ginny, she disappeared after Harry and Zabini's…announcement. What happened to Hermione?"
"She slipped, might've hit her head."
"I'll help you find them."
He was about to protest, not wanting to be seen with a Gryffindor, before he recalled Blaise's "game". If he told her to get lost, the Slytherins would lose, something he refused to let happen. He nodded and turned to leave, Angelina a few steps behind him.
After thirty minutes of searching and not finding them, the two decided to head to the infirmary to check and make sure everything was alright.
"I hope nothing happened to Harry and Ron," Angelina said when she couldn't stand the silence that hung between them any longer.
Draco didn't say anything.
"You think Hermione will be okay?"
"I don't know," he looked at the floor. "She fell down the stairs going to her room. She wouldn't come to."
"You're worried about her."
"I'm not-"
"Don't like. It's in your voice, on your face. You're worried, that's good. I think the two of you could help each other."
He glared at her and was about to retort, but he stopped when he saw Harry and Ron hurry around the corner at the end of the corridor, carrying an unconscious Ginny between them.
Angelina ran towards them. "What happened?"
"Don't know. We found her in the Astronomy tower," Ron answered.
"First Hermione, now Ginny."
"What happened to Hermione?" Harry asked, worried.
Draco explained what happened as Angelina helped them carry Ginny to the infirmary.
"It seems too much of a coincidence," Harry said after Pomfrey had taken Ginny. Though she'd told them all to go to their dorms and that they could check on the girls in the morning, none of them felt like dealing with the other students, so they found themselves in the Head's common room.
"You're right," Ron agreed, sending a look at Draco."
"I haven't done anything," Draco snapped. "Now, are you leaving or did you decide to stay here for the night without asking me?"
"Thanks for the invite," Harry said, smiling slightly. "The Gryffindor's will probably be waiting to bombard us with questions."
"I didn't--Oh, never mind!" He started towards his room, "I'll be back in a minute. Don't break anything while I'm gone."
In his room, he brought out a small mirror from his pocket.
"Blaise, you there?"
A moment later, he could see Blaise's face in the mirror.
"Yeah?"
"You're staying the night with me."
"Why?"
"Because I will not be the only Slytherin in a group of Gryffindors."
"So Harry's there?"
Draco rolled his eyes. "Yes, and apparently he's spending the night also."
"I'll be there in a minute."
He put the mirror back and went back to the common room. No sooner had his foot left the last stair that Blaise was there, walking through the door with a happy-go-lucky grin. Since they were small, Draco had always wondered how Blaise managed to get where he was going so impossibly fast.
"Why wasn't I invited to the party?" He looked at Harry. "I expected better of you, babe. "
"What are you doing here?" Ron snapped.
"A little birdie told me Draco needed saving. So, what are we celebrating?" He then noticed the sad look on Harry's face. "Or grieving over." He rushed to Harry's side and wrapped his arms around him, leading him to the couch where they sat down. He looked up at Draco. "What happened?"
Draco explained, yet again, as Harry slowly relaxed in Blaise's arms.
"Like I said, though. It's too much of a coincidence that they were both hurt. At least with Hermione, though, we know what happened."
"Do you think Ginny was attacked?" Angelina asked.
Harry shook his head. "I don't think so. She was in the astronomy tower, and unless they snuck up on her, they didn't have a chance. She does have a talent for jinxes."
"I doubt anyone could sneak up on her. Being the only girl in the family and having six older brothers, she learned quick to watch out," Ron said. "We were always trying to pull something on her, especially Fred and George."
"Was she still mad about me and Harry?" Blaise asked.
"Apparently," Harry answered. "No one saw her since she ran out of here earlier."
Blaise exchanged a look with Draco.
"How does she usually lash out when she's angry?" Draco asked. "Does she take it out on everyone or just whoever makes her mad?"
Ron shrugged. "Usually just the one person, I think. Why?"
"You don't think she'd…hurt herself if she was angry enough, do you?"
Everyone but Blaise looked at him in surprise.
"It's the only explanation so far."
"I can't believe she'd do that," Ron said. "I won't believe she'd do that."
Draco shrugged. "You know her best."
I know it's a big coincidance that they both got hurt, but there is an explanation and I'll get to it later on, probably in the next chapter. Review.