A/N: Hi there wonderful people of fanfiction :)
I'm super happy with all of the reviews! :) Thanks to all of you! :)
Sorry that the last chapter didn't have anything in Hermione's POV, but this one does! It's a little bit, but don't worry! The next chappie will be hers :)
I noticed that there was one recurring question: Why did Hermione almost drown? Well, you'll find out soon :)
Go ahead! Don't mind me, and start reading! :)
Draco POV
Ginny and Blaise helped Hermione and I back into Hogwarts to the hospital wing.
"Mr. Malfoy, how are you feeling?" asked Madame Pomfrey.
"Fine, thanks." I said. I was dead tired, but I didn't tell her that. I watched Ginny put an unconscious Hermione on one of the beds near me. She wasn't moving at all, but the expression on her face looked pained.
I reached out my hand to touch her arm, and as soon as I did, her face smoothened.
I was shocked. What the hell was that?
I heard footsteps, so I dropped my hand. Professor McGonagall hurried into the room.
"Mr. Malfoy. Are feeling well?" she asked.
"Ye-No." I said. My eyelids seemed to get heavier and heavier.
Professor McGonagall murmured something, but I didn't catch it. Within seconds, I was asleep.
When I woke up, I found the bed that Hermione was on, empty.
I got up, groaning, slipped my robes on, and headed out of the wing.
I guessed it was probably around 4 o'clock, but a group of 3rd years were gathered in the middle of the Great Hall.
Professor McGonagall saw me. "Ah Mr. Malfoy, come here."
I walked to the group. "We have figured out that Miss Granger was hit with the petrifying spell, but I'm trying to figure out who hit her." she told me.
She turned back to the group. "Alright. You students were caught with wands. Who did it?" she asked.
No one responded. I was getting annoyed.
"Look here, if no one comes forth to say who did it, all of you will get expelled." said Professor McGonagall. I knew she was lying, but I suppose the 3rd years didn't.
Mumbles rushed throughout the crowd, and finally, one boy with a scowl on his face was pushed unwillingly to the front of the group.
"Hey!" he cried.
McGonagall raised an eyebrow. "Marcus Belter from Hufflepuff. So you did it?" she asked.
"No!" he screamed. "I didn't do it!"
I was sick of this crap. I grabbed the boy by his shirt. "Listen punk. Cut the crap. Did you or did you not cast that spell?" I growled.
He looked a little bit scared but still cried out: "No! It wasn't me!" he said.
"Yes it was. I saw him. He and his friends were shooting out some spell at things in the water, like fish." piped up one little girl in the crowd.
"Shut it! That's a lie!" he yelled back. Suddenly, Professor Snape came to us with a small vial. "Minerva, the Veritaserum you asked for." he said, handing her the vial.
"Thank you Severus." Professor McGonagall took it, and forced the boy's mouth open and poured in the liquid. He tried to squirm to get out of it, but it was too late.
"Now. Tell me your name." she said.
"Marcus Belter." he said.
"House?"
"Hufflepuff."
"Were you at the beach this afternoon?"
"Yes."
"Did you or did you not have your wand with you?"
"I did."
"Did you or did you not cast the petrifying spell?"
"I did."
"Did you hit someone with it?"
"Yes."
"Now, was that person Miss Granger?"
He looked pained, but he was forced to answer. "Yes."
I growled. "This little liar. Kept telling us it wasn't him." I hissed.
Professor McGonagall did not look pleased. "That is it. Mr. Belter, you will be serving at detention for the next two months. 50 points from Hufflepuff for lying and attacking a student." she said, as she walked away.
I wanted to stay and beat the kid up, but I remembered Hermione.
I quickly caught up with Professor McGonagall. "Erm, professor, do you know where Hermione is?"
"In her room." she said.
I ran up to our room, and sure enough, Hermione was there sitting on the couch, stretching her muscles.
"Hi." I said.
"Hey." she replied, not looking at me.
"Are you still mad at me? Even after I saved your life?" I asked.
She nodded.
"Well I'm sorry, but will you tell me why?" I asked.
She looked at me. "Isn't it obvious? First you keep being so negative about muggle week, and then you call me a mudblood. How do you expect me not to be mad?" she asked.
"Well I really didn't mean to call you a mudblood. I was just stressed." I explained. "And what's so important about muggle week?" I asked.
She turned away from me. "It reminds me of home." she said. "It makes me think of the things I did with my parents."
My mouth formed an "o". I understood.
"Alright. I'm sorry." I said. "But you can't understand how weird it is for me, since I have no clue what this is all about. I've never known this."
"Yeah, and you're too lazy to learn." teased Hermione.
"So am I forgiven?" I asked.
She looked at me, the kicked me in the place that hurts most.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?" I asked, doubling over.
"For being a jerk. But now I forgive you." she said, smiling cheekily, and skipping out of the room.
"Ugh. I hate that girl." I muttered.
But why don't I feel like I do?
Hermione POV
I skipped out of the room just in time to run into Ginny.
"Hermione, there you are!" exclaimed Ginny. "I went to the hospital wing, but they said you left!"
"Sorry." I apologized. "But I was feeling better, so they let me go." I said.
"You completely scared me, when I saw you go under!" she told me.
"I'm sorry!" I said.
She smiled. "But Draco was really worried. In fact, just after I screamed your name, he was on his feet, and looking out into the water. And I have never seen him run so fast before." she told me.
I looked at her in shock. "But I thought you saved me?" I asked.
She shook her head. "Nope. Draco dived right in there and got you out. He looked half-dead when he came back to the shore with you." she told me. I suddenly understood what he meant when he had said he had saved me.
"Oh. I suppose I should thank him." I said. "And maybe I shouldn't have messed with his hair gel."
She stared at me. "Wha...?"
I winked. "You'll find out later." I said, smiling.
Draco POV
I was still sore from earlier, but I went to the bathroom and pulled out my hair gel.
"Ah hair gel, where would I be without you?" I asked. I slathered some on, and left the room.
A few minutes later, I headed down to the Great Hall for dinner. As I did, I saw a bunch of people staring at me. I just shrugged it off.
I saw Blaise. "Hey." I said, sitting next to him.
"Hi Dra-what up with your hair?." asked Blaise.
I stared at him. "Excuse me?"
"Draco, your hair is pink." he said.
I almost didn't believe him. I grabbed a plate to see my reflection. Sure enough, it was pink.
"Dammit, Hermione!" I said, getting up. I stomped to the Gryffindor table, ignoring the snickers from the Ravenclaw table.
"Hermione!" I hissed. "Really?"
She looked at me. "Well your hair color is lovely." she said, smiling.
I growled. "You are so immature. Pink?"
"Why yes, Mr. Mature." she said, rolling her eyes.
I waited for the anger to rise up in me. It never came.
Why couldn't I hate this girl anymore?
A/N: And there we go! The end of this chappie! :)
PLEASE REVIEW to tell me what you thought! :) Leave me comments, questions, suggestions, favorite parts, anything! :)
If you do, I'll give ya a fortune cookie :) LOL got that from some story called "Parents Too Young". She offered crumpets :)
Anyway, thank you, and I'll see you at 583 (LOL gotta be exact) reviews :)
Luv,
Cherri :)