A/N: Sorry that I haven't updated, but I didn't feel like writing. Lame excuse, I know, but if I'm not in a writing mood then my story will come out even crappier than it is now. =D And thank you to every single one of my reviewers. The reviews made me so happy. YAY!
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~*~ Draco~*~
I walked down the hallway, following Granger's every move. I swear I could almost hear her panicking. HA! She's so easy to scare. I looked around and noticed the darkness of the corridor. Well, at least she can't see me.
She stopped. I stopped. I wish she would hurry up… breakfast should be ending soon. She started breathing heavily, taking deep, slow breaths. She stopped for a moment, then gave a horrible twitch then a shudder. Granger is very strange.
She dismissed it, then walked on, faster this time. It was so hard to keep up with her. She kept changing her pace. I gave up trying to match her footsteps and stood in the middle of the passage. I couldn't read her expression, but I knew enough to know that the door to the potions room was locked and Granger was scared out of her mind.
I was busy congratulating myself and was just about to walk away when she turned and faced me. I couldn't see her face, nothing at all. A nearby torch only allowed me to see her silhouette against the darkness. Her eyes… they started to glow… a very faint red. Curiously, I stepped forward.
She twitched again, just like before and fell to the floor, clutching at her neck like she was choking. She screamed and I walked over to her. Stupid Granger, thinking she could fool a Malfoy. When I reached her, her eyes were tightly shut. She stopped screaming and I looked closer at her. Her robes were being torn, by what I didn't know. I looked down the hallway to see if anyone was coming. Good. Nothing.
My attention was drawn back to her by another scream. I looked at her again and saw invisible hands claw at her arm again, drawing blood this time. She was flailing around by this time. And crying. Don't forget crying.
I started calling her name, but she didn't acknowledge me. Finally, her eyes flung open, glowing a brighter red now. I was screaming at her now, not really caring if I drew any attention to me. She was scaring me. That's a first.
She was still screaming. Quite bothersome. I was in the middle of telling her that when a large gash formed itself on her face. Despite myself my eyes widened. I grabbed my wand, prepared to cast a healing charm on her… or at least a silencing charm. She screamed again, blood pouring from her cuts.
I couldn't think. I was just about to do something when I heard Snape's voice and many footsteps coming down the hall. Crap. Sodding crap. I turned to see students and a rather disgruntled looking Professor Snape coming down the hall.
The noise stopped once they were in seeing distance. Everyone stared in horror at the sight before them. I could just imagine how wrong this looked. Me holding my wand in the air and Granger bleeding and unconscious at my feet.
"What happened here," Snape demanded.
"Um… I don't know, sir." Sure, Draco. Great answer.
"Mr. Malfoy! What did you do to Miss Granger?"
"Nothing," I sounded to calm for my own good. "Why would I do anything to her?" There was a pause.
"I know why," a voice made itself heard. The Weasel. " You and Hermione had a quarrel the other day in the common room. This is probably your sick version of revenge!"
My head snapped over to him. He would have attacked me by now, judging the expression on his face, but Potter and some other Gryffindors were keeping a firm grip on him. I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. I couldn't tell the truth, because face it… no one would believe me. Instead all I said was:
"I said I didn't do it." Brilliant Draco. You may as well said that Voldemort came and beat the crap out of Granger before he went off to find Potty… and seeing how he's dead that isn't possible. I thought about my last comment and realized that I didn't even believe me. Snape turned to the students in the corridor and broke the eerie silence.
"You," he announced in a superior tone directed at the Slytherins and Gryffindors, " in the classroom. And you," he turned to me, " come with me. We're taking a trip to see the headmaster."
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Stupid Weasel. If he didn't open his bloody mouth I could've gotten away with it. But no. He just had to go and say something to make him sound like the hero. I hate him.
Snape and I walked up the stone steps to Dumbledore's office. Stupid greasy git. The whole way up here he kept saying that he would try to get me out of it. I hate him too. I hate all these people. Granger for basically having an aneurysm in the hallway. Snape for being greasy. Potty and Weasel for existing. And last but not least Dumbledore for always having that damn twinkle in his eye.
That was the first thing I saw when the door to his office opened. The twinkle. He smiled at me then at Snape. Needless to say my face remained cold.
"Please,"
he said in his aging voice, "have a seat." We did. "What brings you,
Professor?" The twinkle told me he already knew.
"Well," started Snape. Even
his voice was greasy. "Mr. Malfoy was caught cursing Miss Granger to the point
of unconsciousness."
"I did nothing!" I couldn't
help myself.
"Hold your tongue, boy."
Stupid Snape. "As I was saying, headmaster, Mr. Malfoy had his wand raised and
we heard Miss Granger screaming from down the hall. No one else was around. It
couldn't have been anyone else."
Yeah, that's really helping me get out of trouble. I knew Snape was useless.
"Professor," Dumbledore stated calmly before folding his hands on his desk. "Leave us."
"Of course, sir" Snape made a face at me before he left.
"Mr. Malfoy," my head turned to face him.
"Yes?"
"Why don't you tell me what happened?"
"Uh…" Yeah, not even this crackpot would believe me. I tried anyway. The whole thing. I didn't miss one detail. When I was finished he said:
"Ah, I see." … That's it? No laughing? No accusations? He must've seen my curious look because he continued. "I knew something like this would happen sooner or later.
"Sir?"
" I'm sorry, Mr. Malfoy, but I
cannot tell you what I know."
"Why not?"
"You and Miss Granger must figure it out on your own… consider it a punishment."
"But I didn't do anything!"
"You may have not attacked her, but you sure did provoke the… incident that she had." He had that twinkle in his eye. "You shall report to the hospital wing twice a day to visit Miss Granger and you are to bring her homework to her until she is able to attend classes. That is all."
I gladly got up and left. Stupid bloke thinks he knows everything. Wait… how did he know that I wasn't lying? Oh, well. I'll think about it in the common room.
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"Granger…" Hermione barley heard the voice calling her. "GRANGER!"
Hermione shot up when someone screamed in her ear. She immediately fell back on the bed due to a searing pain in her head and arms.
"Finally," said the drawling voice of Draco Malfoy. "You've been muttering to yourself like a nutter for the past fifteen minutes."
"Where am I?"
"Typical
question." His face formed into a smirk. "You are in the Hospital Wing. Can you
say hospital wing?" His voice was sarcastically gentle, as if talking to a
child.
"Shut up." She winced and
grabbed her head.
"Well you asked… anyway,
here's your homework from the past few days." He pointed to a corner by her bed
filled with books.
"The past few days? How long
have I been out?"
"Five days." He sounded bored.
"Crap," Hermione muttered and rested her head against the pillow. Then she remembered. She remembered why she was in the hospital wing to begin with.
She glanced down at her arms, which were covered in bandages. She could see blood leaking through near her wrist. Her hand moved up to her face and felt a scab forming on her right cheek. She looked at Draco, who was looking at her oddly.
"Granger?"
"Yeah?"
"Why were you screaming?"
"What?"
"In the corridor the other day. You were screaming, even when you opened your eyes. Why?"
"Well," she stopped and thought for a moment, bringing the hospital comforter closer to her. "Before I passed out… I could see fine. But I couldn't hear. I guess you could say that I saw the present, but heard memories from the past."
"OK?"
"Why are you here?" She said this hesitantly, as if she was afraid of him.
"It's my 'punishment' for 'provoking' your spasm."
"I did not have a spasm!" He raised his eyebrows. "OK, so maybe it was, but still, what happened to me?"
"I don't
know… if you don't what makes you think I do?"
"Well where's Harry and Ron?"
"Don't know."
"Did they ask about me?"
"Don't know."
"Did they visit?"
"Don't know."
"Are you gay?"
"Don't know… wait. No!"
"Well what did Dumbledore say?" Hermione asked, snickering.
"That douche? He knows more than we do but he won't tell us anything."
"Don't talk about him like that. He is a brilliant man!"
"Sure he is, and I'm Satan." He said this so sarcastically that Hermione winced. "He also said that we need to 'work together' to figure out what's wrong… but you obviously don't need my help since you think you know almost as much as Dumbledore."
Hermione only glared at him."
You'll help, though, won't you?" She sounded hopeful.
"I don't think I have a
choice."
He got up without another word and headed for the door. She watched him go, staring at the back of his head and hoping he'll fall down the stairs on his way to wherever he was going. He stopped abruptly.
"Granger," He was talking to her, but he wouldn't turn around to face her.
"Yes?"
"I hope you know… that just because I'm helping you… it
doesn't mean anything. I still hate you." Without waiting for a response he
walked calmly out the door, letting it gently close behind him.
"Wouldn't have it any other
way, Malfoy," she whispered to herself before turning and falling into a
restless sleep.
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A/N: Hooray for me! I like this chapter. It has a lot of Draco. And we all love him… don't deny it. You know you do. He's so sexy-full. Well I would really like it if you review. I'm not begging… just saying… I'll be your friend. Oh, and if you're still a little confused then it's ok… The next chapter (either that or the one after that) is gonna be really strange. Want a hint? OK… Hermione does something to Harry. Hehe… that sounds wrong. But the only way to find out is to REVIEW!
