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The two entered the library and sat down in the corner farthest away from anyone there. The library was mostly empty except for the librarian and a few first years looking for something fun to read.
"So what's going on?" Hermione asked, placing her bag on the table. Draco sat across from her.
"I just want to get this clear first, this under no circumstances is going to change how much I hate your background. This does not make us friends. Got that?"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Whatever you say. Fine by me. Now what's on you mind that's so bad you actually want to talk?"
"It's really embarrassing."
"Just get on with it! I don't have all day. I want to go lay down."
"Forget it. I can't," Draco said standing, his face red with humiliation. Hermione put her hand on his arm and he glared at her.
"Please sit. You can tell me. It's not like I'm going to tell anyone. You think I want them knowing I talked to YOU?"
Draco obeyed and sat down, looking at the table. "I've. I've had these strange dreams lately. They wake me up every night, and I can't figure out what they mean."
Hermione's heart raced and she leaned forward to hear his whispering. "Dreams don't mean anything really. So it's probably nothing."
"Yeah. You're most likely right. I mean, after all, I DON'T like you."
"Wait a minute. What?"
"My dreams are about you." Draco whispered. Hermione leaned back in her chair, giggling nervously.
"Well that just shows you they don't mean anything! I mean, you DON'T like me, so that proves it."
"I just want the dreams to stop. Maybe they will now that I told you." He said, standing to leave. Hermione grabbed his wrist.
"Draco wait. I have something to tell you too."
"Oh?" He asked, sitting down again. He started to feel weird everytime she touched him, but it wasn't as unpleasant as he thought it would be.
"I've had the same dreams," she laughed, flipping her hand.
"Really? That's odd. Two people having dreams about each other when they can't stand each other."
"Yeah. I know. It was bothering me too. But now it will end I hope. I don't want you there anymore, no offence."
"None taken. Personally, I'd rather not be in your dreams."
Hermione stood to leave, and Draco followed her out of the library, feeling like a weight was taken off his chest. But he still didn't feel to secure. They walked in silence again, Draco trailing slightly behind Hermione until they reached a staircase.
"Well, I'll see you later, Malfoy." She said, and started up the staircase.
"Yeah, whatever," He kept walking in the direction of the Slytherin common room, his head down, still in thought. Hermione stopped and watched him walking, feeling somewhat sorry for him.
Hermione lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling, her headache getting continuously worse by the minute. She couldn't stop thinking about Malfoy. "That must be why my head hurts so bad!" She said, and groaned for even talking. She slowly sat up and leaned over, her elbows on her knees, and head in her hands. "I have to go see Madame Pomfrey. This isn't getting any better," she groaned, slowly standing feeling very dizzy.
She slowly walked down the stairs, and headed towards the Hospital wing when she ran into Sir Nick. "Why hello Hermione. Say, you don't look very well. Are you quite alright?"
"No Sir Nick, I don't feel." She said, suddenly losing her balance, and falling onto the ground. Sir Nick gasped and zoomed off through the walls towards the Hospital Wing, shouting for Madame Pomfrey the entire time.
Draco was also walking towards the Hospital Wing as well, his headache almost as bad as Hermione's, when he heard the ghost shouting. He ran to the corner and turned. "Hermione!" He said, rushing over to her. "Are you alright?" He asked, picking up her head. She opened her eyes.
"Draco?" She whispered.
"Yeah. I just happened to be passing by."
"What luck. Just leave me alone. I don't need any of your Mudblood comments right now," she whispered, her head pounding.
"Look, I would do this for just about anyone here except for Potter and the Weasleys, but my code of honor is telling me not to leave you here, no matter how much I may hate your friends. Let's go," he said, helping her stand. She leaned on him for support. "What happened?"
"My head," she groaned. Footsteps came running towards them, preceded by a terrified looking ghost.
"Hermione! Are alright dear?" Madame Pomfrey asked, Dumbledore walking quickly behind her.
"My head," Hermione whined, falling into Madame Pomfrey's arms.
"Oof! Mr. Malfoy, would you please assist me with her?" She asked, eyeing him curiously.
"Is she going to be ok?" He asked, taking one of her arms and wrapping it around his shoulder.
"Yes," Madame Pomfrey said, tentatively. Professor Dumbledore looked at Hermione and nodded, then looked at Draco.
"You are not feeling well either, are you Draco?"
"No sir. My head is bothering me a bit."
"Just as I suspected. We must get these children to the hospital wing immediately. Draco, is anyone else complaining of a headache?"
"I don't think so. What's wrong?" Draco asked, his question going unanswered.
At the hospital wing Hermione was given a bed and forced to swallow a nasty looking potion. She coughed, gagging on it. "Drink it." Madame Pomfrey ordered, and then gave some to Draco, forcing him to drink it and lay down as well. Draco looked around and saw a Hufflepuff first year laying down sleeping as well, a bottle of the potion by her bed, and two Ravenclaw second years laying down as well. Draco turned to Dumbledore.
"What's going on?"
"We aren't sure, just rest, and make sure you drink the potion."
"I demand an answer."
"No answer can be giving Mr. Malfoy," he stood and walked out of the room. Hermione stirred in her sleep and moaned. Draco got out of the bed quietly and walked over to her, standing over her.
"Are you feeling better?" He asked, a pang in his heart surprising him. He pushed the thought away, noticing his head was feeling a little better.
Hermione blinked a few times rapidly. "What do you care?"
"I don't know why. Forget I asked," He grumbled, making his way back to his bed.
"Wait.," she called. He stopped and walked back to her. "I feel a little better. Thanks. And thanks for helping me."
"Don't mention it."
"I mean it. Thank you."
"And I meant it too. Don't mention it. If anyone finds out I helped YOU." He let the sentence hang, walking back to his bed, lying down and falling asleep. Hermione watched him drift off to sleep and smiled, wondering if maybe he wasn't as bad as he wanted everyone to believe.
YEAH!! I have SOOO many ideas for this and I can hardly put them down fast enough!! But alas, I have another fic I am working on, so I have to get a chapter of that up tonight as well. If I have enough time, maybe I'll start the next one of In Your Arms. Tell me how you liked it!! ^_^ BTW, thanks to everyone who reviewed!!!
Thanks to all the new reviewers! I'm so happy you all like it! I didn't expect this many reviews!! Makes my day even better!! Thanks. ^_^
The two entered the library and sat down in the corner farthest away from anyone there. The library was mostly empty except for the librarian and a few first years looking for something fun to read.
"So what's going on?" Hermione asked, placing her bag on the table. Draco sat across from her.
"I just want to get this clear first, this under no circumstances is going to change how much I hate your background. This does not make us friends. Got that?"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Whatever you say. Fine by me. Now what's on you mind that's so bad you actually want to talk?"
"It's really embarrassing."
"Just get on with it! I don't have all day. I want to go lay down."
"Forget it. I can't," Draco said standing, his face red with humiliation. Hermione put her hand on his arm and he glared at her.
"Please sit. You can tell me. It's not like I'm going to tell anyone. You think I want them knowing I talked to YOU?"
Draco obeyed and sat down, looking at the table. "I've. I've had these strange dreams lately. They wake me up every night, and I can't figure out what they mean."
Hermione's heart raced and she leaned forward to hear his whispering. "Dreams don't mean anything really. So it's probably nothing."
"Yeah. You're most likely right. I mean, after all, I DON'T like you."
"Wait a minute. What?"
"My dreams are about you." Draco whispered. Hermione leaned back in her chair, giggling nervously.
"Well that just shows you they don't mean anything! I mean, you DON'T like me, so that proves it."
"I just want the dreams to stop. Maybe they will now that I told you." He said, standing to leave. Hermione grabbed his wrist.
"Draco wait. I have something to tell you too."
"Oh?" He asked, sitting down again. He started to feel weird everytime she touched him, but it wasn't as unpleasant as he thought it would be.
"I've had the same dreams," she laughed, flipping her hand.
"Really? That's odd. Two people having dreams about each other when they can't stand each other."
"Yeah. I know. It was bothering me too. But now it will end I hope. I don't want you there anymore, no offence."
"None taken. Personally, I'd rather not be in your dreams."
Hermione stood to leave, and Draco followed her out of the library, feeling like a weight was taken off his chest. But he still didn't feel to secure. They walked in silence again, Draco trailing slightly behind Hermione until they reached a staircase.
"Well, I'll see you later, Malfoy." She said, and started up the staircase.
"Yeah, whatever," He kept walking in the direction of the Slytherin common room, his head down, still in thought. Hermione stopped and watched him walking, feeling somewhat sorry for him.
Hermione lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling, her headache getting continuously worse by the minute. She couldn't stop thinking about Malfoy. "That must be why my head hurts so bad!" She said, and groaned for even talking. She slowly sat up and leaned over, her elbows on her knees, and head in her hands. "I have to go see Madame Pomfrey. This isn't getting any better," she groaned, slowly standing feeling very dizzy.
She slowly walked down the stairs, and headed towards the Hospital wing when she ran into Sir Nick. "Why hello Hermione. Say, you don't look very well. Are you quite alright?"
"No Sir Nick, I don't feel." She said, suddenly losing her balance, and falling onto the ground. Sir Nick gasped and zoomed off through the walls towards the Hospital Wing, shouting for Madame Pomfrey the entire time.
Draco was also walking towards the Hospital Wing as well, his headache almost as bad as Hermione's, when he heard the ghost shouting. He ran to the corner and turned. "Hermione!" He said, rushing over to her. "Are you alright?" He asked, picking up her head. She opened her eyes.
"Draco?" She whispered.
"Yeah. I just happened to be passing by."
"What luck. Just leave me alone. I don't need any of your Mudblood comments right now," she whispered, her head pounding.
"Look, I would do this for just about anyone here except for Potter and the Weasleys, but my code of honor is telling me not to leave you here, no matter how much I may hate your friends. Let's go," he said, helping her stand. She leaned on him for support. "What happened?"
"My head," she groaned. Footsteps came running towards them, preceded by a terrified looking ghost.
"Hermione! Are alright dear?" Madame Pomfrey asked, Dumbledore walking quickly behind her.
"My head," Hermione whined, falling into Madame Pomfrey's arms.
"Oof! Mr. Malfoy, would you please assist me with her?" She asked, eyeing him curiously.
"Is she going to be ok?" He asked, taking one of her arms and wrapping it around his shoulder.
"Yes," Madame Pomfrey said, tentatively. Professor Dumbledore looked at Hermione and nodded, then looked at Draco.
"You are not feeling well either, are you Draco?"
"No sir. My head is bothering me a bit."
"Just as I suspected. We must get these children to the hospital wing immediately. Draco, is anyone else complaining of a headache?"
"I don't think so. What's wrong?" Draco asked, his question going unanswered.
At the hospital wing Hermione was given a bed and forced to swallow a nasty looking potion. She coughed, gagging on it. "Drink it." Madame Pomfrey ordered, and then gave some to Draco, forcing him to drink it and lay down as well. Draco looked around and saw a Hufflepuff first year laying down sleeping as well, a bottle of the potion by her bed, and two Ravenclaw second years laying down as well. Draco turned to Dumbledore.
"What's going on?"
"We aren't sure, just rest, and make sure you drink the potion."
"I demand an answer."
"No answer can be giving Mr. Malfoy," he stood and walked out of the room. Hermione stirred in her sleep and moaned. Draco got out of the bed quietly and walked over to her, standing over her.
"Are you feeling better?" He asked, a pang in his heart surprising him. He pushed the thought away, noticing his head was feeling a little better.
Hermione blinked a few times rapidly. "What do you care?"
"I don't know why. Forget I asked," He grumbled, making his way back to his bed.
"Wait.," she called. He stopped and walked back to her. "I feel a little better. Thanks. And thanks for helping me."
"Don't mention it."
"I mean it. Thank you."
"And I meant it too. Don't mention it. If anyone finds out I helped YOU." He let the sentence hang, walking back to his bed, lying down and falling asleep. Hermione watched him drift off to sleep and smiled, wondering if maybe he wasn't as bad as he wanted everyone to believe.
YEAH!! I have SOOO many ideas for this and I can hardly put them down fast enough!! But alas, I have another fic I am working on, so I have to get a chapter of that up tonight as well. If I have enough time, maybe I'll start the next one of In Your Arms. Tell me how you liked it!! ^_^ BTW, thanks to everyone who reviewed!!!