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A/N: Thank you for the reviews! I don't have chapter three written entirely yet, so it may take a few days, but I will be continuing it!

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Chapter 2 – Not the Only Guy

"Oh my!" Madame Pomfrey shouted as she looked Draco up and down, "What in the world happened here? Hermione? Did you do this?"

"I'm afraid Draco fell into the trees. He's pretty beat up," Hermione informed her.

Draco looked up at Madame Pomfrey with a slightly glazed over look. His eyes had lost their usual evil glint. He squinted to focus his eyes and leaned forward.

"Oh dear," Madame Pomfrey said, "He might have a concussion."

"Goyle, stop eating all the cupcakes. Save some for the penguins," Draco stammered out.

Madame Pomfrey let out a worried groan and led him to a bed and laid him down. Hermione followed and frowned, hoping the injuries weren't too serious. Wait, what am I thinking? Hermione asked herself, Am I actually starting to worry about Malfoy? Madame Pomfrey went over to another bed and stole a pillow from it. She lifted up Draco's leg, in all the blood and dirt, and propped it up onto the pillow.

Draco reached for his leg and cried in pain, "My cheeto!"

Well, Hermione thought, If I start to care about Draco, maybe Harry will start to get jealous and realize he's not the only boy in the world. After Hermione decided that acting as if she liked Draco was only to set Harry straight, she combed Draco's gel-less white-blonde hair back out of the way of his forehead. Draco looked up at her and smiled.

"Goodnight," he said, burying his head into the pillow.

"Oh no you don't!" Madame Pomfrey said, shaking Draco, "No sleep for you."

"Why can't he sleep?" Hermione asked, "Doesn't he need his rest?"

"Not if he has a concussion," she said, and kept shaking Draco until he was awake again.

As soon as Draco's eyes were open, Madame looked at Hermione and said, "I recommend that you leave. It's pretty late. If you get in trouble for being in the halls at this hour, tell them that you had to bring Mr. Malfoy here. They can come see me if they don't believe you."

Hermione nodded and made her way out and into the halls.

Before Hermione made one more step into the common room, she discovered Harry and Ron were having a conversation. She didn't turn the corner so that she could listen.

"So she leaves you stranded in the Quidditch field and walks off with Draco?" Ron asked Harry in disbelief.

"Yes! I couldn't believe it myself! I mean, come on, she's supposed to be my girl, not Draco's! We were both hurt and she decides to help him!"

"How badly off was Draco?"

"He had a few little cuts no bigger than a papercut, and was acting as if his leg were broken. All a show, I tell you!"

"Man, Harry, maybe she just doesn't like you anymore."

"But we've been together for like six months!"

"Actually, it's been more like a year," Ron told him.

"Well that just proves my point further," Harry replied.

"So what's with the cat?" Ron asked.

Hermione gasped as she remembered she had left Bad Luck outside.

"What? This thing? She came walking out with it; I don't know where it came from. She'll probably name it after Draco," Harry muttered.

"Probably," Ron agreed.

Hermione felt like killing someone, namely Harry. Not only had he completely obscured the truth, but he was jumping to conclusions about the silliest things. He couldn't even remember how long they had been together! It just goes to prove that he needs to learn that he's not the only guy in the world, Hermione thought.

"Were you the one that lent her my invisibility cloak?" Harry asked.

"Oh, yeah, sorry," Ron replied.

"Damn," Harry muttered, "It probably has Draco germs on it now."

Hermione stomped into the room, revealing herself. Harry and Ron's faces were filled with shock.

"Hermione? How long have you been here?" Harry asked.

"Give me my cat back," she said, ignoring his question.

"Give me my cloak back!" Harry shouted.

"Give me my cat back!" Hermione insisted.

Harry literally threw the cat at Hermione. Hermione gasped as the cat screeched in shock. Luckily, the cat landed on all fours. Hermione snatched up Bad Luck, and threw the invisibility cloak back at Harry.

"Did Draco wear this thing?" Harry asked, slightly disgusted.

"Yeah," Hermione said, "And I licked it too."

"You what?" Harry asked.

Hermione rolled her eyes at Harry for not catching her sarcasm, as she angrily walked out of the common room and headed up to her bed.