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Two days later Hermione was on the way to recovery. There had been two or three times she had come as close to death as you can get with out actually dying. Draco had sat beside her for the last two days. The large purple bags under his eyes indicated his lack of sleep. The little sleep he had consisted mostly of nightmares with Hermione dead and him becoming a Death Eater. His normally neatly combed hair was knotted and tangled. Hermione's parents were on their way to Hogwarts, determined to be there when their daughter woke up.
"You really should get some rest know dear," said Madame Pomfrey as she walked up to check on Hermione, "Or at lest get out of this room."
"I'm not tired, and I would really have no place to go," muttered Draco.
"You poor dear, at lest lie down on the bed beside her, she'll still be here when you wake up." Although he knew he wasn't going to fall asleep anytime soon, he thought it may at lest satisfy Pomfrey. Draco lay on his side watching Hermione the entire time. Then Madame Pomfrey came up to him with a glass of what seemed to be your ordinary pumpkin juice.
"Here you are, something to give you a little more energy," she said. Had Draco been fully awake, he would have been suspicious of her. Usually Madame Pomfrey didn't have time to tend to anyone fully healthy, and he had always got the impression that she didn't like him much. But since he was tired and hadn't eaten in a while he gulped down the juice. Then it hit him, this was no ordinary juice.
"Y-you drugged it!" he protested. His words were slurred yet you could see he was not happy about being tricked.
"Oh hush child, you need to get some sleep." With that Madame Pomfrey turned and left. With all the energy left in his body, Draco turned onto his side so Hermione would be the last thing he would see before falling asleep. A few hours later he woke up feeling perfectly refreshed. He then resumed his place beside Hermione, clutching her hand. As he watched her sleeping it occurred to him that, never once had they gone out on an actual date. Of course they hadn't really needed to because of the loveri potion, but still. He wanted to take her places and just show her how special she was. (A/N- I know it's totally cheesy but I have no ideas at all.) He decided to take her to dinner once she was better. And with that thought to cheer his day, Draco went to class. It was lucky Hermione was already so far ahead in her studies, or shed had a huge amount of homework.
When he returned from class he found Harry and Ron sitting by her bed, much like they had done in their second year. Draco stood silently in the door way, watching them. They sat in silence just watching her. When Draco walked in he took a seat beside Harry. They acknowledged him with a nod, and he did the same. The three of them sat in silence until dinner time, when they made their way to the great hall.
*2 weeks later*
Hermione had woken up two days later. Her parents stayed for a week and a half, but it took a lot of time to convince them she'd be fine. (A/N- I really had no idea how to write about the Grangers, so I just decided to speed up time.)
It took Draco a few more days to get permission to take Hermione out. McGonagall put about a dozen protective spells on him alone. Since he didn't want Hermione to know where they were going, one day after classes were over he called her to him.
"Hey Mione, McGonagall wants us to go in to Hogsmead to get some supplies for her," Draco thought this was a pretty good story, but Hermione wasn't taking the bait.
"Why on earth does she want us to go out? Cant she go herself, or have Hagrid do it?" Hermione didn't understand, McGonagall didn't ever ask anyone but Hagrid to get things for her if she couldn't go herself. She was almost as picky as Snape.
"Hagrid's um, busy. Ya he can't leave right now and she really needs those supplies" 'Why did she have to be so rational' Draco thought, 'can't she just believe with out needing to back it up with facts.' Although he usually found her curiosity cute, it could be totally annoying when you wanted to do something fast.
"What kind of supplies could a Transfiguration teacher possibly need?"
"I'm not sure exactly, she's going to give me the list later." Would she buy it, or just ask more questions.
"Well ok, if you say so, when do we go?"
"Tomorrow night. Oh, and McGonagall mention that we'd be treated to dinner, so dress semiformal." Draco was very proud of himself for tricking Hermione into a dinner.
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Two days later Hermione was on the way to recovery. There had been two or three times she had come as close to death as you can get with out actually dying. Draco had sat beside her for the last two days. The large purple bags under his eyes indicated his lack of sleep. The little sleep he had consisted mostly of nightmares with Hermione dead and him becoming a Death Eater. His normally neatly combed hair was knotted and tangled. Hermione's parents were on their way to Hogwarts, determined to be there when their daughter woke up.
"You really should get some rest know dear," said Madame Pomfrey as she walked up to check on Hermione, "Or at lest get out of this room."
"I'm not tired, and I would really have no place to go," muttered Draco.
"You poor dear, at lest lie down on the bed beside her, she'll still be here when you wake up." Although he knew he wasn't going to fall asleep anytime soon, he thought it may at lest satisfy Pomfrey. Draco lay on his side watching Hermione the entire time. Then Madame Pomfrey came up to him with a glass of what seemed to be your ordinary pumpkin juice.
"Here you are, something to give you a little more energy," she said. Had Draco been fully awake, he would have been suspicious of her. Usually Madame Pomfrey didn't have time to tend to anyone fully healthy, and he had always got the impression that she didn't like him much. But since he was tired and hadn't eaten in a while he gulped down the juice. Then it hit him, this was no ordinary juice.
"Y-you drugged it!" he protested. His words were slurred yet you could see he was not happy about being tricked.
"Oh hush child, you need to get some sleep." With that Madame Pomfrey turned and left. With all the energy left in his body, Draco turned onto his side so Hermione would be the last thing he would see before falling asleep. A few hours later he woke up feeling perfectly refreshed. He then resumed his place beside Hermione, clutching her hand. As he watched her sleeping it occurred to him that, never once had they gone out on an actual date. Of course they hadn't really needed to because of the loveri potion, but still. He wanted to take her places and just show her how special she was. (A/N- I know it's totally cheesy but I have no ideas at all.) He decided to take her to dinner once she was better. And with that thought to cheer his day, Draco went to class. It was lucky Hermione was already so far ahead in her studies, or shed had a huge amount of homework.
When he returned from class he found Harry and Ron sitting by her bed, much like they had done in their second year. Draco stood silently in the door way, watching them. They sat in silence just watching her. When Draco walked in he took a seat beside Harry. They acknowledged him with a nod, and he did the same. The three of them sat in silence until dinner time, when they made their way to the great hall.
*2 weeks later*
Hermione had woken up two days later. Her parents stayed for a week and a half, but it took a lot of time to convince them she'd be fine. (A/N- I really had no idea how to write about the Grangers, so I just decided to speed up time.)
It took Draco a few more days to get permission to take Hermione out. McGonagall put about a dozen protective spells on him alone. Since he didn't want Hermione to know where they were going, one day after classes were over he called her to him.
"Hey Mione, McGonagall wants us to go in to Hogsmead to get some supplies for her," Draco thought this was a pretty good story, but Hermione wasn't taking the bait.
"Why on earth does she want us to go out? Cant she go herself, or have Hagrid do it?" Hermione didn't understand, McGonagall didn't ever ask anyone but Hagrid to get things for her if she couldn't go herself. She was almost as picky as Snape.
"Hagrid's um, busy. Ya he can't leave right now and she really needs those supplies" 'Why did she have to be so rational' Draco thought, 'can't she just believe with out needing to back it up with facts.' Although he usually found her curiosity cute, it could be totally annoying when you wanted to do something fast.
"What kind of supplies could a Transfiguration teacher possibly need?"
"I'm not sure exactly, she's going to give me the list later." Would she buy it, or just ask more questions.
"Well ok, if you say so, when do we go?"
"Tomorrow night. Oh, and McGonagall mention that we'd be treated to dinner, so dress semiformal." Draco was very proud of himself for tricking Hermione into a dinner.
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