a/n I'm so sorry you guys for not updating so long, I was just really busy. I'll try to make this chapter long and interesting, it's the least I can do for keeping you all in suspense. Okay, enough of my babbling and ranting, the show must go on! So on with the show!

Chapter Fifteen Take Care

Hermione woke with a start, she gasped and was breathing heavily. She looked franticly around, but found herself safe from danger. She breathed out a long, raged breath, trying to calm herself. She snuggled into her covers, pulling them closely to her.

She shut her eyes, trying to remember what happened. She saw an image, a smudge of red. Red? What does red have to do with the picture? She suddenly felt sick. What if the red was...? Hermione shrugged it away, it wasn't blood, it was something else...hair? Yes, it was moving, it must be hair.

What has red hair? Crookshanks? No, what would Crookshanks be doing on top of her. A jolt of pain pierced her stomach, she knew what it was now, it was none other than the boy she had known for the past seven years, but how could he?

A stinging tear ran down her cheek, burning into her face. She tried to stop crying but the tears fell down her face, not able to stop. She sobbed quietly and dug her face into her pillow. She felt like a rag, dirty and worthless. She felt used, wich she was, and by a person she thought she knew.

A soft, warm hand gently stroked her head, she snapped up to see Draco sitting beside her on her bed, a look of concern on his face. She flung her arms around his middle, digging her face into his sweatshirt.

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer, making sure she felt safe in his arms. She began to cry hystericly, literally wetting his shirt. She felt a shiver run down her spine and she felt cold.

Draco must have sensed her coldness because he pulled off his large black hoodie sweatshirt and pulled it over her head. It was much too large for her, but it was already warm from his body heat. Hermione smiled weakly at him and wiped away her tears.

"I'm sorry." she whispered. He embraced her again, caressing her hair, holding her as if he were afraid to loose her.

"Shh, don't say anything." he said quietly and kissed the top of her head. Hermione smiled into his shirt, she felt loved and cared for. She knew Draco would help mend the pain her so called 'friend' had done to her heart, she smiled and hugged him back, resting her head on his chest.

He too smiled and they sat like that for a couple of minutes until Madam Pomfrey came waltzing back into the picture, wich was quite strange for her nature. When she saw the two she immediatly stopped, a dreamy grin on her face.

"Mr Malfoy, I see you are able to help Ms Granger get through this. She has no phisical injuries, well at least not something I couldn't fix. But she is deeply wounded emotionally and mentally, I trust you to never let her out of your sight. You will help her and be with her at all times. Don't want that mad man attacking her again. He might be back to finish the job. She is also very weak and mentally weared out, you must be with he-"

But she was cut off by Draco who raised a hand up to silence her. He looked down to Hermione who was huddled into a small ball, eyes wide and darting around franticly, her face pale and frightened.

He gave the nurse a nod and stood up. Pomfrey rushed over to Hermione, with Draco's help they stretched out her arms and legs and helped her to her feet.

"Now, you must sleep in her room, on the ground or on a matress. You must be there if she has any night mares. Alright, now, lets get her dressed." she said and took out her wand, giving it a flick and in floated a pair of black bell bottom jeans and a small, black, tight tank top with a white detailed rose.

The nurse shook her head dissaprovingly, the outfits young kids wear these days! Madam Pomfrey quikly dressed Hermione while Draco waited, his back to them. When they were done, he put an arm around her shoulders, holding her up for support.

Her legs were shaky, as if made of jell-o. She woobly walked out of the imfamary with Draco holding her up. She felt sick, she felt tired and energetic all at the same time. She wanted to scream out all the pain she had in her heart. She felt dirty and ugly, like an old rag.

Because of all these emotions running through her head, she became weak and unstable. She collapsed suddebly but Draco caught her. He scooped her up and carried her in his arms, her own arms around his neck.

She kept mumbling under her breath, complete nonsense words.

"No...why....how....Ron....how could..." she mumbled and they stopped dead in their tracks. Ron? Did she just say RON?! He felt such fury bubble up inside him he felt like murdering the first peerson to cross his path.

How could do something like that?! Her best friend! He heard footsteps in the distance, and speak of the devil, there stood the the Boy-Who-Lived Potter and best friend raper Weasley. My my, what a pleasant littole tea time this will be!

a/n Oh my God, you guys I'm sorry but I have to go! I'm in a hurry! Got to go to Mika's house! Sorry for the short chappie though!