16.05.04

Sorry it's taken so long to get this chapter up. I've been working on it for a long while and I have finally deemed it worthy for your eyes. Hope you like chapter two and :throws arms in the air dramatically: ON WITH THE SHOW!!!!!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything in this story that is recognizable to the Harry Potter book series by J.K. Rowling. Obviously, she owns that, but I own the plot and the very creepy side of Harry that has decided to beat his only true female friend. :shivers: why did I write that?

"Harry, what's wrong?"

Harry looked up like he had been punched in the stomach; shocked and breathless. He stood up as he yelled, "How could you say that Hermione? How could you even suggest any of that!? That isn't..."

"Isn't what, Harry?" she interrupted. "Appropriate? Of course it isn't, but neither is you hurting me just to hurt me. I don't even know what I did for you to even want to hurt me!"

"You didn't do anything..."

"Really! That makes a hell of a lot of sense! Because, you know, the way you were beating me the way you were, you'd have thought I fucking killed Ron! I had every right to say what I did! I'm bloody bleeding from the head! Heh, I'm 'bloody bleeding'..." Hermione swooned as she clung to the gray stone. Harry reached for her to help his fainting acquaintance, but she cowered away. "DON'T! Don't touch me..."

"Hermione..." the raven-haired wizard said tiredly.

"NO, Harry. Don't touch me. I don't want you to even come close enough to touch me ever again. If you even lay one finger anywhere on my body, I am reporting you for harassment. Get away from me," She hissed.

Stubbornly, Harry took another step forward, reaching for her again. He stopped mid-lunge when he noticed Hermione's wand pointed right between his eyes. The green orbs swelled as the maple stick stayed, wavering due to fatigue. "Potter, you come any closer, and I swear, I will hex you to the point of no return. Now get the hell away from me."

Harry stood, shocked at his once friend's fury. He could see the dark hatred in her eyes, as they turned from chocolate brown to near black. He had never seen Hermione do this before, even when speaking of or to Malfoy.

"Hermione, what's gotten into you? You look like you hate me even more than Ferret Boy."

"Did you forget the last twenty minutes of your life, Harry James Potter? I do hate you more than Draco who, I hate to say, is even more civilized than you. And to think we just had a fight over whether he had the capability of being my sire... I do hate you more than Malfoy, Potter!" As she finished, clapping resonated through the halls. "Speak of the devil."

"Not the devil, love, the DRAGON." Draco stated in a tone that could chill a fire and warm ice, but still as thick as blood and smooth and soft as velvet. "Now, how could you forget that? I thought you were intelligent."

"Oh, I am. Compared to you, anyways."

He clutched his chest. "Oh, that hurt. You're tearing at my heart, Granger."

"And apparently your pants, as well. Is there a reason you're still here?" She sank down the wall so as not to fall from lack of blood.

"My, my, my... for a girl who is near unconsciousness, you are a feisty one. Why, the only reason I came out was to rescue you. But you obviously don't want it, so I'll leave."

"Malfoy, wait..." the blond and brunette stared quizzically at the Boy-Who- Lived, wondering what he was up to. "Take her. Help her out. Whether that's taking her to see Pomfrey or if you bandage her up yourself, whatever. Just help her." He turned to the wavering girl. "I'm sorry I hurt you and I'll be sure to keep my distance so I don't try again. Please try to reconsider what you said earlier. About my fate, y'know, my future. I should probably go now. I am so sorry, Hermione. I swear to you, I'm sorrier than I have ever been. I am so unbelievably sorry. I have to go..." He turned and left, making the back of his head and robes the last thing Hermione saw when she blacked out.

Draco looked in Hermione's direction when he heard the clunk of her head hitting the wall. He threw his arms in the air, sighing exasperatedly, as he walked over to her. "'Help her,' he says! 'Take her, make her feel lively again!' Easy for you to say, Mr. I-beat-my-friends-up-for-fun. Not even I do that. Why would I want to? Too much of a guilty conscience." He started walking balk in the direction of their dorms, still talking to himself. "'Make her forget I existed, please. I feel so horrible for throwing her against a stone wall, knowing fully well that that is the best way to get a concussion and the head is the best bleeding spot. Or, better yet, make her forget today and all the other times she's hated me, so she'll be like all the other girls, twinkling eyes, hero on the mind, and ravish my body millions of times. Oh, but wait, I am still such a virgin. And we can't give it up to anyone, now can we, Harry?' No, of course not. Harry Potter has to make sweet gay love to his boyfriend, Weasel. Bloody hell, I wouldn't mind if she ravished me instead."

Hermione moved slightly in his arms. Noticing the movement, he looked down to peer into a pair of startlingly alive, but tired chestnut eyes. "Well, I know you want me, Malfoy, but really. Carrying me princess style. Aren't you just a gentle- oooh... gods, my head hurts."

"Yes, that makes sense seeing as you were thrown into a stone wall and your head was split open. Ravish the blonde sex god."

"No thanks." She tried hiding a smirk, but was caught off guard with pain.

"I'm sorry, dear, that wasn't a request... I was just opening the portrait."

"You are so immature." She giggled, shaking her head, while obviously forgetting the open wound on her scalp. She squeezed her eyes tight, trying to ward off the torture.

"I know, and that's why you love me." Draco smirked. He loved playing with her.

"... Well... of course it is."

The head boy jerked his head in her direction, staring at her with large eyes. "What...?"

"I was just playing along, Malfoy. No need to get hopeful because we both know you are deeply, madly in love with me. I don't really love you, dearheart. I despise you, really. Don't worry. Now, can we please change the password?"

"No!" Draco countered quickly. "I just changed it this morning." He paused, grey eyes darting around. Then, he continued sheepishly. "Right after you left."

Hermione cocked her head slightly while raising an eyebrow. "Trying to kick me out, were you?"

"No, trying to get you to beg for mercy so I could be all-powerful again."

"You are such a guy..."

"You have no idea, princess," he whispered with a sultry edge. "Now, what are we going to do with you?"

That is such a strange question, very ambiguous. She was afraid to ask, "What do you mean?"

"Well, Potter got you pretty good in a lot of places. How are we going to fix you up? Shall we take you down to Madame Pomfrey or should I try cleaning you up myself?"

"Oh..." Hermione was almost disappointed, but she wasn't sure why. She didn't like Draco; she tolerated him. Sometimes she even hated him. For what reason would she be disappointed? She did NOT like him. (Oh, we all know you want his sexy body. shut up, Erik voice in my head!)

"Hey, what is with you and all the pet names?" she paused as she felt more blood stream down her scalp. She wavered again from lack of blood. "Oi, when are you going to help my head?!"

"One question at a time, please. And no autographs. Ummm, I like pet names. Don't make a huge deal of it. And no one can help you in that area, love."

"Oh, shut it. You knew what I meant. Golden Boy Potter told you to help me, so get to it."

"Oh, he's Golden Boy Potter to you now, too?" Draco asked eagerly. His eyes shown like a little boy at his own birthday.

"I said shut it Malfoy."

"Fine, fine, but I'm not doing it because he told me to. I'm doing it just because I seem to be getting good at this medicinal stuff."

"Watch out, Madame Pomfrey!" She laughed. "Here comes Draco Malfoy."

"Ha, ha, very funny."

"Oh, isn't it? Now, please; could you help the gaping wound in the back of my head? I feel slightly... ooooh."

He looked down at her, still holding the girl in his arms. There was a smile on her pained face and he unknowingly thought it was from a joke she might have been playing. "Well, I don't know..."

Her eyes shot open. True, unshielded pain showed through the creamy brown. "Draco! Please..." She was out again. Her head lolled back over his arm and, surprisingly, he didn't drop her as the fresh blood made its way onto his white sleeve. He rushed her into the bathroom and was so panicked, he didn't know where to put the unconscious girl. He sat her on the sink ledge and started rummaging through the medicine cabinet for smelling salts. Knocking things off the shelves and into the sink, lifting vials and jars and throwing them into the sink again, trying desperately to find smelling salts. There were none in sight.

"Ummmm... ummm... what can I use? What do we have? Do we even have anything?" Malfoy was terribly panicked by this point. He had thought they would at least have smelling salts. But they didn't. Wait, why am I this freaked out? I'm a frickin' wizard, for gods' sakes.

He looked around his immediate vicinity for his wand and, like the smelling salts, was not in sight. He almost began to panic again but calmed himself by ramming his head into the counter Hermione was propped on numerous times. Feeling something warm and wet run down his forehead, he looked into the mirror to see blood trailing down his face. DAMMIT! He stood there, staring in the mirror when a strange idea occurred to him.

A look passed over his face as if he might consider it, but then he started to shake his head, muttering, "No, it would never work. No. It couldn't possibly, could it...? No, it can't. It wouldn't make any sense. Why would it work? It just, it couldn't...

"But maybe, maybe it could. It might. You never know unless you try... it might work. Aw, bloody hell, might as well try. Its not like she would know if it didn't. Not unless I told her, but why would I do that? I wouldn't, would I? No, no I wouldn't. Fine then, I'll do it. I'll try."

He looked to the girl with hesitance and slowly became level with her face. He studied her intently like she was an ingredient in a potion that might not be usable, and he was just making sure. He inched his face closer to hers steadily until their noses touched. He was this close, he wouldn't, couldn't, back out now. His eyes drifted shut as he tilted his head to touch his lips to hers.

The grey orbs shot open again when he felt a response.
Whoa Hermione goes in and out like: in and out and in and out. I don't think people actually do that... oh well. Ummm... about the thought thingys i can't get my pretty little star things so if it seems like someone is talking but there is nothing indicating it, it's probably a thought. sorry bout that. Hope you liked it. Please review. As much as I love this, it will take me a long time to put out chapters. I can tell already. Sorry all! Well r and r and you will hear from me in the next chapter!

Bye y'all,

Lily