"DRACO!" she screamed, running towards him in distress. She pressed her hand up to his bloody, scarred face and turned to Harry, sobbing. "I-I... I'LL DEAL WITH YOU LATER! I'm taking him to the Hospital Wing!"
She picked Draco up and put his left arm around her shoulder and stumbled out of the bathroom, heading as quickly as she could to the Hospital Wing. Harry and Ron stayed back, watching them as they stumbled away.
Ron sighed as he watched them leave. "Harry, I think Malfoy's a right git and everything, but beating him up hasn't solved anyone's problems."
Harry breathed heavily, his hands and sweater covered in Draco's blood. He clenched his wand tightly. "Well, it sure helped me," he replied tensely.
"So you have no regrets then, I take it?" asked Ron, looking down to face the blood-splattered floor.
Harry paused for a moment, not appearing to be in any sort of remorse. "None. He deserved it."
And with that, the room fell silent.
Meanwhile, Hermione eventually found herself and Draco in the Hospital Wing. Madam Pomfrey came rushing as soon as she saw Draco's bloody body come through the doors.
Hermione panted, still struggling to hold him up. "I can't really explain what happened, but please - please just help him!"
There were no other students in the room, all of the beds were empty. Madam Pomfrey quickly walked over to Hermione and brought Draco's body to one of the empty beds and set him down onto it. He moaned in pain. Hermione stood next to him and held his hand.
"Miss Granger, leave this to me," said Madam Pomfrey, scurrying back and forth to get everything she needed to fix him up.
"No," she cried, "let me help him... please."
Madam Pomfrey looked at her with sadness in her eyes. "Very well then," she looked concerned, "take this towel and wipe off the blood. When you're finished, let me know so I can do the rest. Quickly now."
Hermione nodded and took the damp towel. She tore off what remained of his shirt and started to wipe the blood off his arms, face, and chest. Many scars covered his torso and there was a large gash in the center of his chest.
Hermione looked at the gash for a moment and gasped. "How could Harry do this to you..."
"Don't worry", Draco moaned, slowly picking up his left hand to caress her face, "I'll be fine... really." He smiled a little.
Hermione, on the other hand, didn't smile. "Whether you're fine or not, I won't forgive him..." she whispered in an angry tone. She then looked over at Madam Pomfrey. "I cleaned off most of the blood, Madam Pomfrey."
Madam Pomfrey walked over to them carrying many things in her hands, such as bandages, towels, and her wand. "Alright, I'll handle the rest. You may leave now and come back tomorrow. He must stay overnight."
Hermione glanced back over at Draco's scratched-up body. "No, I want to stay."
Madam Pomfrey replied "If you must..." and set the bandages and towels down on the table next to Draco's bed. She pointed her own wand at Draco's arm and whispered "Brackium Emendo", causing the broken bones in his arm to fix themselves, though causing him some pain in the process. "This is the proper way to mend bones," she said, reminiscing the mishap that happened with Lockhart four years back.
She then covered the large gash on Draco's chest with a bandage and put a damp towel on the scratches on his forehead. As for his broken arm, she wrapped it up in a cast and told him to keep it stable.
"I'll... leave you two be now," Madam Pomfrey said, wiping her forehead, "but, Miss Granger, I want you gone in fifteen minutes. He needs his rest."
"Thank you," Hermione replied happily.
And with that, Madam Pomfrey went back into her office.
Hermione sat down next to Draco, who looked completely vulnerable and innocent.
"How are you feeling?" she asked.
"Better," he replied, sitting up, smiling. "I didn't know Potter had it in him." He let out a small laugh.
"It's not funny!" she said in a stern voice.