An: hehe, I'm sorry if my last transformation was, well, kind of sucky. But this plot will take form if its the last thing I do! Sorry, I had to make him sweet and (now) kind of... Erm, weird.
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I ended up taking Malfoy to the clinic anyway. Apparently breakdancing isn't Draco's forte after all.
"Hermione, I swear, I really can bend that way," he claimed. I looked nervously at the bed holding that poor boy. Foolish child.
"Sure Justin, I believe you," I said, swallowing a lie.
He sighed and smiled whimsically. "That's good. I was afraid you would think that I was a liar, or worse, crazy. Luckily, though, I should be out of here in no time. Won't life be grand for us then? It will be a wonderful friendship, I can feel it pulsing in my thorax already!" Despite how reasuring it sounded to have friendship vibes pulsing in ones thorax, I still was skeptical of the idea of us ever really being friends.
"Yeah, if you remember anything," I said glumly.
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"It means-" I began, suddenly hearing footstpes echo from down the hall. I leaned back curiously, who would be travelling here at this time at night besides the obvious point that this was a clinic? The footsteps, however, did not stop, and I coudn't help but notice that they were coming in pairs. I began to panic, how could I explain me staying with Malfoy in the hospital room to anyone?
But then my heart stopped and my thoughts scattered: Red- scar- Malfoy- angry- DEATH.
"Go to sleep!" I snapped as two familiat firgures barely came into view.
"But I'm not tired-"
"Shut up! Go to sleep!" I hissed. Draco's eyes went wide as he looked around the room shamefully. As quickly as I could manage, I hastenly began to clothes the curtains around his bed.
"I'm sorry, Hermione, but I can't-" Malfoy said tearfully.
"Hermine!" Hollered some one gleefully.
I snapped the curtain shut Malfoy's midsentence. I turned. "Hey guys, what are you doing here?"
Ron shifted his weight from one foot to the other edgily. "Harry said he needed something from Madame Pomfrey," he replied. "What are you doing here?"
"Oh," I laughed. "Visiting a friend." Without time for a second thought, we all turned our heads at a rather loud squeaking noise, obviously a bed rocking.
"Who are you visiting?" Harry asked slowly. He looked different somehow. Maybe it was that his usual emerald sparkling jewel eyes (cough, cough) had jagged red lines all over them, as if some two year had taken a red crayon to his eyes. I glanced over at his hands, only to find them shaking slightly.
"A friend," I repeated, struggling to keep the curtains closed behind me. The entire entorage of metal lining had begun shaking. I laughed nervously.
"Are they alright?" Ron asked, arching his brow in horror.
"Not really, they're a little-" I fought against the curtains which were shaking so violently, I feared that I might fall over. What was he doing in there? "-Unstable." The shaking came to a complete halt, I smiled at the two of them fakely and brushed a piece of hair away from my face.
"Heeeeeeeeermiiiiiiiiooooooooneeeeeeeee!" Draco shrieked, rather girlishly, from inside. The three of us jumped. Madame Pomfrey, who had now entered the room again, rolled her eyes dramatically before tending another student nearby.
"Right," Ron said, Harry let a malicious giggle escape his mouth. "Give her our regards."
"Will do," I yelled over the loud racket Draco was now making. It came as no surprise Ron would assume it was a girl, the shrieks sounded oddly feminine. Only Draco could truly, 'scream like a girl...'
After another odd face from Harry, which I might add looked odd enough already, and when I was sure they would pay me no mind as they talked to Madame Pomfrey, I edged back into the roomlike arena containing Draco.
Silence.
Draco's eyes were closed, his hair lying back on the pillows almost angellically. I almost laughed, he was still smirking. Perhaps, although sincerely doubt it, we all would have our Draco back by morning. I sighed in annoyance. The boy was ASLEEP two seconds after nearly giving me a heart attack. But I did hae to guve him credit for one thing, Harry and Ron would never suspect a thing, not after that fiasco.
I sat down near the bed, leaning my head against the germ free white wall. I found myself overly exhausted and not particularly loooking forward to the next couple of days. I hadn't come to Hogwarts, afterall, to be Draco Malfoy's, the mudblood- hating- blondie's, babysitter. And event like this should be placed under the 'improper use of magical time' restriction, and I vowed to myself that if there wasn't one already, I would make one when I got older. Aided by Draco's soft snores and the thought of taking the Ministry of Magic by hand, I fell into an uncomfortable sleep.
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I yawned, spreading my arms wide over my head. The sunlight felt so warm and consoling against my skin, and the smooth feeling of silky sheets only-
I paused, searching the room frantically. Sheets? Windows? I was back in my dorm room, along with several unoccupied beds. It was the unnoccupied part that made a shiver run down my spine. I was probably dreadfully late for classes!
I stood up on my canopied bed, feeling powers of strength and endearment pulsing through my veins (and not my thorax). Curse my beds comfortable existence I thuoght quickly. A clock on the wall told me that it was one oin the afternoon, and a sunny day. Joy, if I did get sent to detention, at least it wuld be on a sunny day. I jumped off my bed, alnding with a particularly loud, unexplainable thunk and slid across the carpet to the bathroom. Ahh, there is nothing like feeling rugburn beneath your feet at one o'clock in the afternoon on a sunny cheerful day...
I checked the mirror. My hair was in a state and my clothes weer, no surprise, wrinkled, but they would have to live in an unfashionable state for the rest of the day. I grabbed my cloak, and my shoulder bag, attempted to smooth back my hair a little, and dashed out of the room. I flew past the fat lady, who snorted with discontent, and ran down the halls to get to my transfiguration class.
"Somebody's running late! And ooh, goody, it's our little Hermione Granger!" Peeves cackled. I ran toward him, he was in my way, but he disappeared before I could making something of his taunts and jokes. Nothing was going to keep me from showing up to class...
I saw the door of which I knew had to be for transfiguration, and flung it open, out of breath. It would have been a very dramatic entrance if it weren't for the fact that there was absolutely no one in the classroom. I grunted in frustration. What was going on?
I heard Peeves cackle up behind me. "Ooh I'd like to see you figure this one out, just try!" He taunted again. "Our little Hermione isn't as smart as we thought she was. And its so simple, oh yes, so so so simple." He laughed again. Its too bad he wasn't alive. I wanted to kill him.
"Peeves, why isn't anyone in this classroom?" I asked, hoping that just this one time, he could learn to be helpful.
He shook his head and cackled down off the hall. I was so confused and I angry I could have screamed, but I remembered what happened the last time I let my anger out. Professor McGonigall had been a little too close.
Further down the hall I saw a filmy shethy- liek figure float about.
"Oi! Sir Nicholas!" I yelled. He turned his head and drifted towards me.
"Hello Hermione!" He said cheerfully. "What are you doing in here? I thought that you would be outside for the quidditch match-"
"Aha!" I yelled. "Its Sunday!"
"Yes, yes, it is," Sir Nick said skittishly.
"Thankyou so much!" I said to him.
"Um, sure," he said, then floated away into a wall. How could I have been so stupid? It was Sunday, of course!
"Well, I better get to that game," I said to myself.
"Now why would you want to do that?" Some one said behind me.
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An: duh duh dunnn!! Who could that mystious person be? Hm, I wonder... But you'll never guess, NEVER! Ahahahaha! Please review,a nd maybe you'll find out...