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This time, Draco sat with the back to the Gryffindor table on breakfast. He would like nothing better than ignore them. But that wasn't easy. He found himself looking over his shoulder to the three Gryffindors a couple of times.

He wanted to stand up, go over there and just use one of the unforgivable curses on them.

He imagined Harry wincing on the floor, screaming and pleading him to stop.

He imagined Ron going up to the north tower, standing on top and jumping down the grounds, and in the last moment he's got his own mind, screaming, his voice full of angst. Draco smirked.

He imagined Hermione, lying on the floor, her usual vivid eyes blank, her face pale, her body cold. Her hair still surrounding her beautiful face, her lips still full and red. The thought made him wince, and suddenly a cold shiver ran through his body. He frowned and tried to get rid of the sudden coldness inside him, but at this moment he felt just like throwing up.

He left the hall hastily and hurried to the next boys toilet. He sat down in the darkest corner and borrowed his head in his arms.

'I'm just tired, I've just had too less sleep, this night…', he kept pretending to himself. But when he closed his eyes the image of the dead Hermione appeared to him again.

She looked just as beautiful as ever, but her eyes… her eyes showed this nothing. It scared him. It scared him, what his mind could do to him.

Draco was just about to stand up and pull himself together, as he heard someone talking to him.

Dracos head shoot up and he faced Pansy, Crabbe, Goyle and some other Slytherins.

"Oh, what's that? Is my cute little Draco-darling crying?? D'you need a handkerchief?", Pansy asked in faked concern.

"Hey, Pansy, haven't you realized that this is a boys toilet?"

"Oh come off it, Draco. Theres no-one here expect you, and me, and some of our old friends. Kinda romantic, isn't it?"

Draco chuckled. Was this a new kind of torturing him? "Oh, yeah Pansy, I always wanted to shag you in presence of Crabbe and Goyle!"

She walked towards him, her eyes locked with his, and then turning to whisper in his ear.

"Pity, Draco. We could've done so fabulous. We were the perfect pair, weren't we?" Her voice have got dangerously sweet.

She pressed her lips against him before he could answer this. It wasn't a passionate kiss, though. To her, it was just the bittersweet taste of a memory. A memory of another Draco Malfoy.

"Pity you're a traitor", she said, and Draco felt her knee in his stomach. He held his arm over his stomach protective, but he knew that this had no sense at all. Soon the others were over him, and he slipped into a state of trance where he didn't feel the pain so much.

Draco ran his tongue over his lip. There was the bitter taste of his blood. he couldn't see much, because his left eye was swollen, and from his right eyebrow trickled blood drops. His hands shook badly, and he couldn't control the nervous twitching from his feet. He didn't dare to move, because he felt that some of his ribs were broken.

He has often been tortured by them, but it was never this bad. He closed the one eye he could still move.

He wondered, why they hit him like muggles. They could just do a curse on him, this would be less work to do.

But maybe Crabbe and Goyle were just to stupid for this.

He heard that the door was pushed open. No. Not again. Couldn't they just leave him?

He could hear someone gasp. He wondered who had come in, seems it wasn't Pansy and company.

He tried to open his eyes and sit up, but it hurt to badly. he managed to get a glimpse of a long-haired girl standing in front of him in shock.

"Hey, in case you haven't realized: THIS IS A BOYS TOILET! GET OUT!", he've had enough of this people, who were just standing there watching him, but didn't do anything against it.

But the girl didn't get out. She walked towards him and began to examine his wounds carefully.

"Haven't you understand me? If you are in a boys toilet, that means, that there are just boys allowed to be in here. Hey, stop it! Leave me!"

"Malfoy, you need help. Or d'you prefer to die here on the floor?" a just to familiar voice hissed unfriendly.

"God, Granger Mudblood! From all people in Hogwarts why the hell did you come here?"

"Oh, I'm really sorry you can't pick out the ones you want to be saved."

"In case you've forgotten this: you've promised never to help me again."

"And now I'm breaking my promise, if you have anything against it, it's your problem, because I won't leave you on the floor dying."

"And if I tell you to?"

"Don't be stupid, you're not in the position to tell me anything."

"Mudblood"

"Stupid git."

"Grang- aaah!" he began, and then screamed out in pain. She just touched one of his ribs to hard.

"See? You need help. I'll bring you to the hospital wing."

"No! How d'you think am I able to move there?"

"You'll fly."

"Are you CRAZY?"

"What?"

"There's no way you're lifting me up in the air with your wand! You bitch, that's a trap I know it, you'll let me crash down to earth, right?"

Hermione laughed. "Oh god, Dra- Malfoy, I didn't know you're such a coward. And now don't get hysterical! You're a little paranoid, aren't you?"

"I'm too heavy for this curse, I'm sure this won't work!"

"God, Draco, you aren't to heavy for this. The last time I did this, it worked fabulous! And now you're even more skinny than the last time you fainted!"

"… This was also you?"

Hermione realized that she maybe had talked a little to much.

"Now shut up and leave this to me." she said, and then lifted his body up. Draco didn't feel well. He struggled, and then fell to the floor again. Thank god, he just fell an inch.

"I knew it! You're not able to move my body."

"I would! If you weren't struggling and fighting against it!! Now, either you're keeping still or I'll knock you out!"

"OK OK, I'll keep still!"

She just began to lift him up again as he began to speak again.

"But you're not taking me through the hole school now! There's no way, if anyone sees this! I'm a Malfoy, I just can't be trailed through the air by Mudblood Granger!!"

"I think you haven't got any reputation left, so no one will care. Anyway, I'll take you through a hidden passageway, and no one will see us."

"Fine. And if…"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP NOW!"

Draco felt silent, Hermione seemed to loose her nerve.

After a while going through a dark passageway to the hospital wing, Hermione talked again.

"Know what? I'm impressed. You're injured as badly that you can't even move, but you're able to insult me anyway. I'm really impressed."

"Granger, whats that now? Making me compliments?? Stalking for me??", he teased. On his face was a smirk.

"You wish.", she said with an evil grin, and they finally reached the hospital wing.

Madam Pomfrey gasped at the sight of Draco, when Hermione knocked at the door of her office and said she had a present for her.

She took Draco to a bed and began immediately nursing him.

Hermione left the hospital wing sighing.

A/N: Hey you guys there! I hope you like this chapter. I enjoyed writing it, so I hope you enjoyed reading. It has no really sense at all, it's just to show, that the two of them still like insulting each other. But love and hate are never far apart. ;-)

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