Author's Note: Sorry if the last chapter was short and if it was really boring, but I had to get it back on track with the plot. I can't tell you when he realizes it is her. Maybe it will soon though. If you have any ideas please feel free to tell me, I'm kind of having a writer's block. Well a little one since I've written this chapter. I hope you like this one; I think that it is better than the last one.

Chapter 12: Fight

"Oh, my gosh Ginny," Hermione said looking at a beautiful dress in Flourish and Blott's.

"What?" Ginny asked Hermione.

"This dress is amazing, it's really pretty," Hermione said gazing at it with awed eyes.

"Wow," said Ginny, "It is really pretty, you should get it."

"Oh you know that I can't afford it!" Hermione exclaimed.

"But I thought that you are working in the hospital wing?" Ginny questioned.

"Yeah but I don't get paid, it's a 'volunteer ship' which will look good on my résumé for becoming a healer," Hermione replied looking at Ginny seriously. A blonde head swiveled in the direction of her last sentence.

He walked out of Flourish and Blott's swiftly. Draco walked quickly to Honeyduke's for a butterbeer. What he really could have used was a firewhiskey, but seeing as there wasn't any available, he being under age, butterbeer would have to work. Draco grabbed the cup of butterbeer rather shakily from Madam Rosmerta; he took a nice long swig. He was almost on the point of panicking. It couldn't be her, it just couldn't. It wasn't right.

Draco didn't want the mystery girl to be her. Her of all people; a mudblood, a bloody know-it-all, and worst of all one of his enemies. Draco took another swig of butterbeer when he almost spit it out because coming in the door was her, Hermione Granger. He choked on his butterbeer, the warm brown liquid spilling everywhere. She looked and saw him choke on the liquid. It was everywhere; suddenly she came over slowly with a towel and got down on her knees to clean it up.

She stood up and gently wiped the towel on his mouth. Then she gave him the towel, "Here's the towel so you can clean up your robes," she said with a smile. Somehow looking into those brown eyes melted him which also made him uncomfortable.

"Just leave me alone you filthy mudblood," he yelled at her. Then he felt sorry and ran off toward the bathroom. She yelled after him, "What's wrong with you, I was only trying to help!"

"Well I don't want your help," he yelled over his shoulder at her, giving her a glare. Draco ran off to the bathroom to clean his robes, he went into a stall shaking. What was wrong with him? It felt his whole world would collapse when he had looked into her eyes. Why couldn't he get a grip on himself when he was around her, he didn't even like her. He couldn't like her; she was his enemy and a mudblood at that.

Draco stepped out of the stall, walking up to the sink he looked at himself in the mirror. He was a little pale but otherwise not sickly looking. He turned on the water and splashed some on his face. Wiping his hands and face with a towel, he felt much better. He slowly threw crumpled up the paper towel tossing it into the trash can scoring. Draco could hear noises coming from outside.

What shocked him even more was the scene that was going on inside of the pub. There awaiting him was a fight, not just any fight, but a cat fight. Draco looked and saw that it was between Hermione and Pansy. Hermione had a bloody nose and Pansy had a black eye along cuts and scratches all over her face and arms. Her hair was splayed wildly about her head. It looked like Hermione was winning.

Hermione had some cuts and scrapes and a couple of bruises, but not as bad as Pansy who also had some big bruises on her legs which looked like Hermione had kicked her. Draco stared wide eyed when he heard Pansy say something really nasty to Hermione as she was about to walk away.

Hermione had a look of fury on her face, she and Pansy both ran and attacked each. They were rolling on the ground when Madam Rosmerta finally got the fight under control. Hagrid grabbed a fiery Hermione and Snape grabbed a howling Pansy.

"You stay away from my boyfriend!" Pansy screamed after Hermione as Hagrid was carrying her away. "I wouldn't want anybody you touched!" shouted Hermione back at Pansy. "Like anybody like Draco would ever want someone like you who is ugly and a mudblood!" screamed Pansy wildly at Hermione.

This made Hermione even angrier as she tried to get loose and get Pansy. Hermione struggled wildly, which this just goaded Pansy even more. Pansy crossed her arms and smiled menacingly. Hagrid dragged Hermione out of the pub. Everybody was riled up about this now, talking and gossiping excitedly about how Hermione had beaten Pansy. Draco stood there in a state of shock. He hated Pansy and wished anything bad for her, but this was better than his most wild dreams even if it had been Granger who had beaten her.

Draco folded his arms and smirked. Professor McGonagall came in a huff, she saw Draco standing there, "Mr. Malfoy would you please come with me," she said. Draco turned around and looked at her dumbly, "Right now?" he asked.

"Yes right now!" she said forcefully.

"Okay," he said hesitantly following her outside.

"I need you to go to the hospital wing and make sure that Hermione Granger and Pansy Parkinson are apart. And I mean they stay apart, do you understand Mr. Malfoy?" she asked looking at him expectantly.

"But why?" he asked disbelieving, he was going to have to baby sit them.

"Don't but why me, now go to the fireplace at Ollivander's and floo to the fireplace in the hospital wing," she told him, she then walked off back into the pub. Draco stared at the door that she had walked back into for a couple of minutes. Then he ran off to Ollivander's wand shop. He knocked on the door urgently. "Oh, hello Mr. Malfoy," said Mr. Ollivander, "I received word that you would be coming." Draco walked into the shop; Mr. Ollivander gave him a pot full of green powder.

Heart pounding Draco grabbed a handful and threw the powder into the fire. Emerald green colored flames licked the inside of fireplace in the wake where orange flames had been. Draco walked to the fireplace and said clearly, "The hospital ward in Hogwarts fireplace." He felt the world spinning away from him as he saw other fireplaces spinning faster and faster until he was spluttered out of the fireplace onto the hospital wing floor.

He stood up and brushed soot from his robes, he saw Madam Pomfrey bustling about with stuff for the cuts and scrapes of the two fightees. Hermione was sitting on a bed still looking angry but she was holding her arm and Pansy was sitting on a bed farther away with her arms folded under each of the other while holding a look of pure self-satisfaction on her face, even though she didn't win the fight.

Draco walked over to Pansy giving a look over of her injuries, and then he looked over at Hermione whose injuries were less damaging, he turned his head back to Pansy and smirked at her. She looked at him in shock, "Drakie, why are you looking at me that way!" she demanded. "Because you're just a big oaf, you've got such a smug look on your face when you didn't win the catfight. Man you are the creepiest person I've ever met," he drawled looking at her with a look of amusement.

"DRACO MALFOY! HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT! ARE YOU SAYING THAT MY INJURIES ARE AMUSING TO YOU!" she screeched at him. Hermione looked over at them and laughed. She laughed hysterically practically falling off of the bed. Draco looked over at her raising an eyebrow.

Their eyes met and they both busted up laughing at her. Pansy got angry and tried to attack Hermione but she couldn't get up from her bed for there was a magical restraint holding her to the bed. It was the tears coming out of his eyes. "Mr. Malfoy if you would stop laughing now and close the curtain on Ms. Parkinson so you can assist me," Madam Pomfrey said to him with a hard tone.

Draco gladly grabbed the curtain and closed it around her, Pansy just gasped and huffed crossing her arms. He still was trying not to laugh. "Mr. Malfoy please take some of this gel and put it on Ms. Granger's cuts and her arm because it looks like it's broken," she said handing him a bottle of healing gel which was the same stuff that Hermione had put on him.

He walked slowly over to her, grabbing a chair and turning it backward so he could sit on it, he sat down and opened the bottle of healing gel. Grabbing a soft rag and rubbing the gel into it, "Sorry if this hurts," he said. Gently he rubbed the rag full of gel (And the gel makes another appearance. Woohoo!) on her forehead, then on her arm as he watched amazed as the gel immediately healed her cuts and her bruise on her arm. "Hey," he said, "Why didn't this stuff heal my ribs and my head immediately if it did it for your injuries? Why not mine?" he asked looking at the bottle puzzled.

"Because it doesn't heal broken or cracked bones as fast since we are low on supplies," she replied looking at the floor miserably.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

"I'm fine except that the fight was for nothing," she said not looking at him.

"What are you talking about? It was about me wasn't it?" he asked.

"Yeah so, well it was more for the fact that I the mudblood helped Draco Malfoy clean up his butterbeer which is unheard of around here," she said somewhat sarcastically.

"Those were some bruises you gave her, if she isn't hurting now, she is going to be later on," he said whistling at the bruises part. Hermione looked up at him with a weird look.

"What! There's nothing wrong if a guy can't respect a girl for defending herself and beating the crap out of an annoying, big fat, and somewhat klutzy girl who is nothing but talk," he said seriously.

"Well then I guess it wasn't for nothing," she said amazed looking at him with newfound respect.

"You're right because I'm the best damn looking thing that you ever fought for," he said putting his hand in a salute while puffing out his chest. Hermione snickered at him, "Wow! You really are an arrogant prat," she said.

"Uh! How dare you silly girl," he said mocking as if he was hurt while saying it in a girly voice. Hermione just laughed more. Draco grinned smuggishly.

"Truce," he said extending his hand in a handshake.

"Truce," she said shaking hands with someone who was once her enemy. She looked at him with newfound respect. And they both looked at each other smiling, then they looked away blushing.

A/N: Hello again, sorry. So what do you think? All of you reviewers out there who have read this have to tell me what you think! Or I will send the boogeyman after you. "Sorry Spiky I won't send the boogeyman after them, then. Poohey!" Oops sorry just blabbering now. Hope you liked.