A/N: This chapter is a bit longer, to make up for the short one last time.

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I just changed this chapter a bit. I didn't like Hermione just passing out, I wanted to give a good reason.

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Chapter 12

Hermione's PoV

I felt so dizzy. I had stayed up all night, tossing and turning in my bed. I couldn't go to sleep. I had the fever that was going around and I had gotten the worse kind. Ron told me it's because I study too much, I disagreed with him at the time, but I think he's right, isn't that a change?

"I will be checking on today as you work to see you progress in your potions." Snape walked through the Dungeons and looked over the cauldrons as he spoke. "Ahh, Mr. Malfoy is that Amortentia I smell?" He breathed it in deeply, then looked far and distant. "Yes, sir," he snapped Snape out of his gaze. Nodding Snape forced himself over to the next cauldron. The surprising thing was that my Amortentia smelt different. New parchment paper, same as always, freshly mowned grass, still same, but sweet pine smell? It reminded me of the day in McGonagall's room. And then it hit me. Draco. What...what is that supposed to mean? I like Ron. His hair is my Amortentia smell. Not Draco's sweet pine trees smell. I tried to focus on Ron, our kiss, our history, but it didn't work. My luck, the guy I liked for two years, finally likes me and I'm in love with another guy? And not just any guy, the mudblood-calling-making-fun-of-me-who-is-my-new-friend-guy. I tried to shake them out of my head, but those thoughts had a different idea. I inhaled the sweet smell of the Amortentia. "Hermione, Hermione are you here?" Draco snapped me out of my daydream. He was too close for my likings, and for the first time, I saw how grey-silver his eyes were. Not cold and empty, but a silver, never-ending pool that seemed to drag you in. I looked away from his eyes "yeah, I'm here. What did you say?"
"I think it's ready, what do you think?" Draco gestured to the cauldron. I inhaled the smell and murmured "Yes, yes. I think it is." Draco poured some into a glass beaker and took it to Snape's desk. I took a step back from the cauldron to prevent any accidents. Draco came back and looked at me "Are you okay, Hermione? Herm..." But I didn't hear the rest, because everything went black and I fell off my chair, but instead of hitting the ground, I was caught in strong arms.

I sat beside Hermione's bed in the Hospital Wing as doors opened and Potter and Weasel rushed through the door. "What did you do to her? Malfoy what did you do?" Potter and Weasel both drew their wands. I could see their surprised faces as I didn't take my wand out. "I didn't do anyt..." I was interrupted. "Potter and Weasley, you should be grateful that Mr. Malfoy here was quick enough to catch Ms. Granger in time before she hit the ground or her skull we have been opened, and severely injured." McGonagall's last words hung through the air. It took a few seconds for Potter and Weasel to register these facts. To my surprise, Weasel stepped forward and shook my hand "T-thank you for saving her, I'm sorry I thought that it was you." If I have any doubts, now I was sure that Weasel liked Hermione. The way he sat beside her, held her hand and the look of his eyes, it was bloody obvious she meant more than a friend to him. Potter shook my hand and mumbled the same things as Weasel.
Somehow, when we were waiting for Hermione to come back, I told them how Hermione and I became friends, and shockingly, they only said " If Hermione trusts you, we trust you," But I know it wasn't only Hermione's trust that got them to trust me, it was the fact that I saved her. And deep down I admitted that it was going to take more than just saving her to gain their trust. During all Potions class, I smelt the Quidditch field, smell of Maria's cakes, and rose flowers. The flowers I smelt in McGonagall's room. Hermione. When I saw Hermione falling, I acted on instincts -and the vow I made after Maria's death. I was going to save her. But deep down I knew that it was more than the vow.
It was a feeling that I couldn't lose her while I just got her.
It was the feeling of needing her in my life. As a friend of course.

...I think.


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