Draco's POV

The first thing I felt when I woke up was the pain. My whole body ached like never before. My legs, my back, my arms, my fingers, the tip of my nose, it all hurt from head to toe. I groaned and felt my ribs ache in protest.

I didn't realize that someone was holding my hand before they let go of me. I turned to my left to see a blurry figure with bushy hair...

"H-hermioine?" I asked in a raspy voice that sent sharp pains to my already throbbing head. I blinked and she suddenly became clearer. I almost smiled.

"Malfoy? Are you okay?" she asked, her tone full of worry.

"Peachy," I said sarcastically as I cleared my throat, which also ached.

I wondered how I had got here. I thought hard and my brain throbbed as I recalled the memory of the Quidditch match...and something hitting my head...

Wait.. did I win?

"Who won?" I asked her eagerly.

"The Quidditch match?"

"Yea."

"Uhh.. no one I guess... Harry was to busy saying the spell to save you an-"

"Wait," I said, blinking in confusion. "Potter saved me?"

"Well, yea. Without him you wouldn't be alive. But I thought you already knew, because you kept thanking him."

"I thanked him? When?" I asked, searching my brain for when I thanked Potter. I came up with nothing.

She suddenly looked down and blushed for some reason. "You were sort of talking in your sleep," she mumbled.
"...And is that all I said?"

"Well, no. First it was just Harry, then you were talking about your mom a little, but mostly me," her face became redder.

"Oh really? And what did I say?" I asked, not knowing if I should be amused or embarrassed.

"Well, mostly you were saying you were sorry and how much you've changed, and after that you-"

"Oh, dear, you're up!" Madam Pomfrey gushed as she rushed over to my side. "Out!" she ordered to Hermione, spooning some foul liquid down my throat that burned. I coughed and when she was done and moved my head back, sending spasms of pain all down my body.

What the hell did I say in my sleep?

Hermione's POV

As much as I hated to admit it, it hurt to see him hurt. Every time he winced or groaned, I could feel it inside me as if I was the one that got hit with and out-of-control buldger.

I visited him often, and Harry would every once in awhile. I suppose he might have almost felt bad. Almost. If he truly hated him he would have gotten the snitch and let him die. Well, he knew what it was like to be hit by a buldger.

But Harry had saved his life, and even though Malfoy would never dare to say it out loud, I knew he was eternally grateful. He went on and on about it inside his sleep. Well, that wasn't the only thing he talked about either...

Perhaps he really had changed. People don't lie in their sleep, do they?

"Hermione... I'm sorry, I'm so so so sorry. I'm sorry Hermione, I'm sorry..."

"I didn't mean to hurt you all of those years, I didn't mean to make you cry, I didn't mean to call you Mudblood...please, please forgive me."

"I'm so sorry...I've changed...I'm a better person, I'm sorry"

"Harry, you saved me. Thank you... Thank you,"

"Mom... I miss you. I'm sorry, I'm such an idiot..."

I wasn't staring to believe that he had changed until then. The way he said it made me want to believe him.

But I wasn't sure that I believed him fully yet.

A/N: Sorry for the wait everyone! I've been going through some major writers block lately!