A/N: After a few years, I'm finally going to finish this story. Sorry to all that actually enjoyed it. Cringe

Chapter 10Late Night Visit

Hermione looked at the pale faces staring down at her. Harry and Ron were open-mouthed with shock. Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief while Snape simply sneered at her. What's going on, she thought. Turning her head, she almost jumped in surprise when she saw Malfoy gazing at her in silent awe. This is far too strange, she thought to herself.

"Are you OK?" blurted Ron and Harry simultaneously.

Hermione blinked and thought about the simple question being asked. Was she ok? She didn't know really. She knew she was in the hospital wing because Madame Pomfrey was flittering about, running her wand up and down her body. How she got there, that was a mystery to her. All she could remember was laughter and cold. A cold so intense she immediately started shivering at the memory of it.

"What happened to me?" she managed after a number of failed attempts to talk.

"It seems, Miss Granger," began Dumbledore slowly, "that you were cursed."

Hermione let the news sink in. She had been cursed. But why? And by whom? Her gaze drifted to Malfoy.

"It was you!" she shrieked, memories flooding back to her. "You pulled me onto your broom and then let me fall off! You said 'I told you I'd get you.' And you did! You, you nasty little...trout!"

Harry turned to Malfoy.

"Get out." He said coldly.

"I didn't curse her you numbdug! I was under the forcia spell, someone cursed us both."

"I said, GET OUT!" Harry yelled.

Snape stood in front of Malfoy and peered down at Harry.

"Draco did not do this", he sneered. "Although he is already turning into one of the most talented wizards ever to come to Hogwarts, these two spells could only be preformed by an extremely powerful witch or wizard. An adult wizard. Also, it is an extremely difficult curse to cure "

He turned slowly to the bed behind him.

"Which brings me to the question," he paused dramatically. "How were you able to counter the curse so easily?"

Hermione strained her neck to see who Snape was addressing. Miss Clarke was sitting on the bed opposite her. She stood slowly and began to walk out of the room. She paused for a moment and turned to Proff. Dumbledore.

"Can I speak with you in your office please?" she asked quietly.

She had a far away look in her eyes as she turned back and walked out of the room. Dumbledore stared after her for a moment then followed. Snape began following him.

"Proff. Snape, would you be so kind as to brew Miss Granger a slante potion immediately. Make it extra strong please."

Snape glared after Dumbledore for a moment but obeyed.

"Ah Mr. Malfoy? I think it would be in your best interest to return to you dorm."

Malfoy slunk moodily back to the Prefects dorm. He racked his brains trying to remember exactly what had happened when he was on the pitch. He had been flying around, practicing his new move when something had caught his eye. Or to be more precise, someone. That someone was Hermione Granger. He was thinking of ways to get her back for bumping into him when he felt like his brains were being tickled by a very tiny feather. When the tickling had finally stopped, Hermione had been in the middle of falling off of his broom. It all mad no sense to him. He knew he had been acting strangely since his father had left, but to have a mudblood on his broom? And not just any mudblood…Granger! He could still feel her body in his arms as he caught her, seconds before she would have crashed to the ground. The thought of her that close to him warmed him.

"I must be losing my mind" he said out loud. "I should have let her die!"

Even as he said it, he knew it would have been impossible. His mind became clouded when he thought of her, like he had cotton wool between his ears.

Maybe I'm sick, he thought. Yeah, that's it…I'm sick. Sick in the head.

"Spirit" he said, standing outside the portrait to the Prefects dorm.

"Looks like you've lost yours mate." Said the Ravenclaw Prefect.

Draco ignored him and walked into the mini 'common room'. It was empty, thankfully. He sat down on his overstuffed black chair and sighed. He let his thoughts wonder for a few minutes but all he could think about was Hermione.

"Yup, I'm sick in the head."

A/N: Was going to write more but my mammy's making me tea. ummm, tea