She was walking down a thin, stone-walled corridor. Her feet took slow, careful steps as she made her way towards the bright, gleaming light ahead of her. She brushed her hands along the cold walls as she went, until the material under her hand changed and she was holding onto a brass door-knob. Turning around to check she was still alone, she slowly opened the door. It was pitch black. She pulled her wand out of her pocket and quietly whispered "Lumos," The room seemed familiar, and yet she couldn't work out where she was. There was another door on her left, and a huge bed against the opposite wall. But she was looking straight ahead. A balcony. She walked towards it. Maybe there was a way she could climb down? Maybe she could jump, if it wasn't too high? She walked out onto the balcony and the cool, crisp night air hit her instantly, causing her to shiver. "You shouldn't be here," A cold voice said behind her. She turned around and saw a man, walking towards her, covered by the shadow of the dark room. It wasn't until he stepped out into the moonlight, that she realised the reason she couldn't see his face - he was wearing a black balaclava. The only part of his face that was visible was his eyes, yet the moon was so bright she couldn't even tell what colour they were. She opened her mouth to reply, but no sound came out. A shiver of fear ran down her spine and she started backing away, frantically looking around for a way to get out of wherever she was. "You should be more careful," The voice spoke again. The words rang in her ears. Before she could react he grabbed her wand and hit her in the stomach - winding her. She tried to fight back; she tried to hit him back, but her arms were glued to her sides. He continued hitting her. She was gasping for breath. He dragged her inside by her hair. She was panicking - there was no way to escape, she couldn't speak, she couldn't move. The masked man shoved her to the ground, her head slamming down on the floor. Her skull burned with pain, blurring her vision. He leant down towards her, and finally removed his mask, revealing a pair of startling silver eyes.

Hermione awoke with a start.

She was gasping heavily, trying to slow her breathing...it was only a dream. Yet when she moved her head she wasn't sure whether she was still unconscious, or if this was reality. Staring down at her were the exact same pair of eyes the attacker in her dream had, and she jumped back reflexively.

"Woah, woah, calm down..it's me,"

Her brain began processing more details. Blonde hair. Black robes. And those silver eyes.

"You've been thrashing about like a fish on a beach for the past ten minutes, and a few hours ago you were muttering something about Asphodel,"

Why was Malfoy here? Why was she lying down? Why did her head feel as though someone had stabbed through it?

He spoke again "You look confused...that's probably because of the concussion. You fell over, remember?"

Hermione shook her head, and regretted it instantly "Oww," She muttered.

"You bumped into me, and smacked you head on the ground. You could barely stand up so I brought you here...any of this sounding familiar?"

She sat up and looked around the Hospital Wing - it was empty other than her and Malfoy.

"I definitely don't remember that - you were the one who bumped into me," He let out a short laugh and shook his head.

"If you say so! Listen, I've got to go soon...," He leaned forward in his chair, looking hesitant "Are you going to be okay?"

"I'll be fine," She smiled gratefully. "Where are you going?" She asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.

"The match," he replied.

"The match. Wait...how long have I been asleep?"

He looked down sheepishly "It's Saturday afternoon...turns out I bumped into you pretty hard,"

She had been asleep for almost a day...had Malfoy been here the entire time? What about Harry and Ron...had they come to see her? Maybe they hadn't even realised she had been gone. Now she practically lived with him, it seemed she spent more of her time with Malfoy that her friends.

He stood up and made to leave, but Hermione ripped back the covers of her bed and jumped up, swaying slightly.

"I'm coming with you," She wasn't going to miss Harry, Ron and Ginny playing just because she was stupid enough to get herself knocked out. Malfoy grabbed her arm and stopped her, mid-stride, towards the doors.

"There's no way I'm letting you leave this room - you've been unconscious for a bloody day!" His jaw tensed. She spun around to face him.

"Excuse me Draco Malfoy, but you don't have the authority to 'let me' do anything. I've said I'm going, so I'm going!" She said, trying to pull her arm away. He let her go, but Hermione's balance was off. Time seemed to move in slow motion as she began falling backwards. Malfoy's reflexes kicked in and he reached forward gripping her arms and tugging her towards him. Her balance over-shot again and she ended up with her head pressed against his chest, their arms around each other. They stayed there for a few moments, until Malfoy muttered something in her ear.

"Are you okay?" His voice was barely audible and Hermione could feel the pulse of his heartbeat pounding through his robes.

She slowly drew back, and nodded her head. Out of the blue, Hermione realised that her feet we cold, she looked down to see that she wasn't wearing any shoes.

"I'm fine...we should go," She looked around subtly, trying to spot her shoes. Malfoy walked past her back towards the bed. Hermione stayed still, trying to work out what had just happened between them. Her heart was racing, the same way his had. He walked back over to her, carrying her shoes in his hands. Hermione suddenly panicked, hoping they didn't smell.

She silently reprimanded herself - what a stupid thing to think. All though she bit her lip nervously anyway when he opened his mouth, worried about what he might say.

"Here you go," He avoided her eyes, and turned away as soon as she took them off him, heading towards the doors once more. She sat down on the bed and slipped on one of her shoes.

Malfoy turned back around "I'll see you after the match?" He said. Hermione wondered whether she could hear hope in his voice.

She nodded "Sure,"