Chapter 2: Concern for an Enemy?
As soon as their laughter died down and they both dried off, Hermione finally made her way up to the Gryffindor tower. At the beginning of the year, she wasn't pleased that she was leaving her friends to live with her worst enemy, but soon found that she preferred the peace and quiet of hers and Malfoy's common room over the noisy Gryffindor common room. She reached the portrait of the Fat Lady and stated the password to let herself in. Upon entering, she found Ron and Harry impatiently waiting for her in the common room.
"What took you so long?" asked Ron irritably.
"Sorry...had a little run in with Malfoy," Hermione replied, waving her hand nonchalantly. Ron's eyes narrowed at the sound of his enemy's surname.
"What did he do this time?" Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Nothing, Ron! Absolutely nothing!" Hermione was getting tired on the way Ron was constantly ready to pounce on Malfoy every time Hermione mentioned his name.
"Can we please just go now? It's much to hot to even think about that Slytherin git." With that, Hermione led Harry and Ron out the portrait hole and down to the lake, where, it seemed, the whole school decided to go today. The trio waved at Lavender, Parvati, and Dean who were down near the lake's edge, soaking in the sun. They all sunbathed, talked and chased each other around the school grounds until sundown then they finally decided to go in and get ready for dinner.
Hermione said goodbye to her friends as she slowly made her way to the Head's dorms. As soon as she got there, though, she realized something was not right. The portrait door was slightly ajar and Hermione could hear soft moans of agony coming from inside. She rushed in to find Draco Malfoy on the floor, still shirtless, and bleeding.
"Oh my God! Malfoy! Malfoy, what happened?" Hermione rushed to Malfoy and cradled his head in her lap. Malfoy's eyes flickered open and he looked into Hermione's eyes. He was surprised to see the panic and worry evident in her eyes. Imagine that...the Mudblood worrying...about him! He was Draco Malfoy...supposedly her biggest enemy and hater of all Mudbloods. But right now, he was too weak to think about that. He was too weak to do anything. He just wanted to sleep. His eyes started to droop, but Hermione shook him awake.
"No, Malfoy! You can't close your eyes!" she ordered frantically. Her voice was so stricken with panic and tears started to form in her eyes. "Please," she pleaded. "Keep your eyes open and stay awake! If you close them...you may never open them again. And I can't let that happen to you!" A single tear escaped down her cheek. Malfoy raised his hand up to wipe it away, not sure if he was amazed or disgusted that she could care so much about his well being. He was, after all, him.
"Please, Draco," she said in a voice barely above a whisper, obviously shocked at Malfoy's sudden act of tenderness. "Tell me what happened."
Malfoy, after getting over the initial shock of hearing his name come of beautifully off of Hermione's lips, gathered all his strength to utter on word.
"Father." Then he finally let darkness engulf him.
Whoo hoo! Chapter two! Sorry it was so short guys.
As soon as their laughter died down and they both dried off, Hermione finally made her way up to the Gryffindor tower. At the beginning of the year, she wasn't pleased that she was leaving her friends to live with her worst enemy, but soon found that she preferred the peace and quiet of hers and Malfoy's common room over the noisy Gryffindor common room. She reached the portrait of the Fat Lady and stated the password to let herself in. Upon entering, she found Ron and Harry impatiently waiting for her in the common room.
"What took you so long?" asked Ron irritably.
"Sorry...had a little run in with Malfoy," Hermione replied, waving her hand nonchalantly. Ron's eyes narrowed at the sound of his enemy's surname.
"What did he do this time?" Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Nothing, Ron! Absolutely nothing!" Hermione was getting tired on the way Ron was constantly ready to pounce on Malfoy every time Hermione mentioned his name.
"Can we please just go now? It's much to hot to even think about that Slytherin git." With that, Hermione led Harry and Ron out the portrait hole and down to the lake, where, it seemed, the whole school decided to go today. The trio waved at Lavender, Parvati, and Dean who were down near the lake's edge, soaking in the sun. They all sunbathed, talked and chased each other around the school grounds until sundown then they finally decided to go in and get ready for dinner.
Hermione said goodbye to her friends as she slowly made her way to the Head's dorms. As soon as she got there, though, she realized something was not right. The portrait door was slightly ajar and Hermione could hear soft moans of agony coming from inside. She rushed in to find Draco Malfoy on the floor, still shirtless, and bleeding.
"Oh my God! Malfoy! Malfoy, what happened?" Hermione rushed to Malfoy and cradled his head in her lap. Malfoy's eyes flickered open and he looked into Hermione's eyes. He was surprised to see the panic and worry evident in her eyes. Imagine that...the Mudblood worrying...about him! He was Draco Malfoy...supposedly her biggest enemy and hater of all Mudbloods. But right now, he was too weak to think about that. He was too weak to do anything. He just wanted to sleep. His eyes started to droop, but Hermione shook him awake.
"No, Malfoy! You can't close your eyes!" she ordered frantically. Her voice was so stricken with panic and tears started to form in her eyes. "Please," she pleaded. "Keep your eyes open and stay awake! If you close them...you may never open them again. And I can't let that happen to you!" A single tear escaped down her cheek. Malfoy raised his hand up to wipe it away, not sure if he was amazed or disgusted that she could care so much about his well being. He was, after all, him.
"Please, Draco," she said in a voice barely above a whisper, obviously shocked at Malfoy's sudden act of tenderness. "Tell me what happened."
Malfoy, after getting over the initial shock of hearing his name come of beautifully off of Hermione's lips, gathered all his strength to utter on word.
"Father." Then he finally let darkness engulf him.
Whoo hoo! Chapter two! Sorry it was so short guys.