"You think she's dead?"
"No stupid! She's still breathing…if we get caught in here we'll be in biiiggg trouble."
Hermione's eyes fluttered opened and it took her a while to focus on the white ceiling. She glanced around for a while and blinked. She struggled to sit up but when she did a great rush ran throughout her entire head and she groaned. She rubbed her head and found there was a bandage on the side. She remembered what had happened but she hadn't remembered who picked her up.
Chills ran down her spine as she sat up. She didn't recognize the room and she suddenly felt very dizzy. She looked to her left and saw a mirror and she almost screamed at the site of the bushy hair.
"Good ol' bushy haired Hermione." Called a sleek voice from behind.
She whipped around and quickly grabbed the comforter off of the bed to preserve her modesty. There was a tall man, leaning against the frame of the door, with his arms crossed over his broad mid-section. His dark gray eyes penetrated through hers and again she got chills. He was striking and the look he was giving her made her tingle. She also noticed he looked utterly familiar.
"Who are you?" Her voice quivered.
"Me? Oh I'm sure you remember. Harry's enemy…um I called you some not-so- nice things." She searched her memory until it hit her.
And it became of her…like a bucket of ice.
"Draco Malfoy. I'm sure now. The evil eyes and the um…well smaller areas." Hermione forcefully glanced downwards. Draco shifted uncomfortably. He was surprised by her sudden spunk, after she had been unconscious for 8 hours. Her eyes once clouded with confusion now were clear and they showed anger.
*sorry so short I'm posting 8 tonight and it should be long….;)*
"No stupid! She's still breathing…if we get caught in here we'll be in biiiggg trouble."
Hermione's eyes fluttered opened and it took her a while to focus on the white ceiling. She glanced around for a while and blinked. She struggled to sit up but when she did a great rush ran throughout her entire head and she groaned. She rubbed her head and found there was a bandage on the side. She remembered what had happened but she hadn't remembered who picked her up.
Chills ran down her spine as she sat up. She didn't recognize the room and she suddenly felt very dizzy. She looked to her left and saw a mirror and she almost screamed at the site of the bushy hair.
"Good ol' bushy haired Hermione." Called a sleek voice from behind.
She whipped around and quickly grabbed the comforter off of the bed to preserve her modesty. There was a tall man, leaning against the frame of the door, with his arms crossed over his broad mid-section. His dark gray eyes penetrated through hers and again she got chills. He was striking and the look he was giving her made her tingle. She also noticed he looked utterly familiar.
"Who are you?" Her voice quivered.
"Me? Oh I'm sure you remember. Harry's enemy…um I called you some not-so- nice things." She searched her memory until it hit her.
And it became of her…like a bucket of ice.
"Draco Malfoy. I'm sure now. The evil eyes and the um…well smaller areas." Hermione forcefully glanced downwards. Draco shifted uncomfortably. He was surprised by her sudden spunk, after she had been unconscious for 8 hours. Her eyes once clouded with confusion now were clear and they showed anger.
*sorry so short I'm posting 8 tonight and it should be long….;)*