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Ch.7

Draco laid awake in his bed. His head was swimming with thought that he couldn't make any sense of. Why had he saved her? Why hadn't he just left her there? How did he really feel about her? How did she feel about him. He put his hand on his forehead and tried to think clearly.

"OK Draco. Think. Do you like Hermione? Of course not! She's a mudblood! You said so yourself!" he thought. He rolled over and looked at her. She was sound asleep with a small smile on her face. He didn't know why she smiled. If she was in as much pain as him there was nothing to smile about. The potion, if done wrong, seemed to cause flu like symptoms and lots of aches. Madam Pomfrey was keeping them for at least a week because they didn't know what the side effects may be. He wasn't very happy about this. The hospital wing was terrible!

Hermione rolled in her sleep and Draco was once again awere of her presence. He looked at her and sighed. His conscience had convinced him. He knew he liked Hermione. But only a little(or at least that's all he would admit to). And besides, she didn't like him! Why would she? She had a zillion guys to choose from! He thought about their pasts at Hogwarts and how, for the last five years, they hadn't exactly been great friends. He wanted to change that this year. With all that to think about he got comfortable and went back to sleep.

Hermione opened her eyes and looked around groggily. Then, realizing where she was, she groaned and sat up. Madam Pomfrey was at the bed next to her tending to Draco. When she noticed Hermione was awake, she turned and spoke to her.

"Morning dearie. Sit tight for a minute while I finish up here and you'll be next." she said cheerfully. She poured out a spoonful of a gooey looking dark yellow liquid onto a spoon and told Draco to open his mouth. He did so, rather reluctantly, and made a confused face after he ate it.

"What is that stuff? It doesn't taste like medicine!" he asked Madam Pomfrey wondering what on Earth she had just fed him.

"It's an ancient remedy I found a few days ago for cases such as yours. I believe muggles call it honey." she answered without giving him a second glance. She had already started on Hermione and was fussing around with some other liquids while Hermione sat with a thermometer in her mouth.

"I hope this doesn't take long", Hermione thought impatiently. Even though she looked quite patient and relaxed on the outside, she hated doctors, nurses and anything to do with them. She generally tried to avoid the hospital wing at all costs. If she had been conscious when they'd brought her, she probably would have said no, no matter what condition she was in.

Madam Pomfrey took out the thermometer and looked at it. Hermione heaved an involuntary sigh and looked around the room. It was completely empty except for the 3 of them. It was terrible. She couldn't wait to leave. Of all the people she could get stuck with. Why Draco?

Just then Madam Pomfrey fed her a spoonful of clear liquid and then some of the honey.

"Alright. You both seem all right on the outside but if I'm not mistaken you're pretty achy on the inside. I'll be keeping you for a day or two more just incase that potion had more side effects then we know. Now, get some rest. I'll allow visits today but not too long."

With that she went back to her office leaving the two of them alone and quite awake again.

"Well...", Hermione said uncomfortably.

"Well what?" Draco snapped back at her. She sighed and shook her head.

"Never mind." She picked up a small book on her bedside table and opened it.

"What's that?" Draco asked curiously.

"My journal. Harry and Ron brought it because they know I can't stand not having it."

"Oh. That's fascinating. What are writing?"

"None of your business." Hermione told him turning away so that he couldn't see her writing.

"Fine. Be that way." Draco answered rolling over and staring out the window. Hermione turned toward him.

"I don't see why you bother."

"With what?"

"Staring out that window. You can't se anything unless you stand up. All you can see right now is any birds flying past!" Sure enough, they were on the 3rd floor and couldn't see a thing except sky.

"I don't see why you care." he finished the conversation. Then went back to staring out the window at the blue of the sky mixed with the gray of light clouds.


A/N: So ends another chapter. The ever changing dynamic between Herm and Draco. A lot of fluff. It'll be better later. I promise! Unless this is good to you...then it will be MUCH better! And I'd appreciate email since i haven't been able to read reviews lately! Thanx!