Title: Different Views

Pairing: Draco/Hermione

Summary: Can the views of a Muggle born Witch change everything about the most sinister boy to ever walk the earth?

Part One: Broken

"Ron, get off of him. Ron!" The boy didn't hear her, no, he chose to not hear her and he lunged forward again, slamming his foot into the blondes' stomach. The blonde doubled over, and while doing so hit his head against the wall. He lay unconscious while the redhead was restrained.

"Mr. Weasley...perhaps you'd care to tell me why you have just tried to kill Mr. Malfoy." It was Snape, who glared at him from the opposite wall that he leaned against, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Sir-Malfoy, he..." Ron started but shut his mouth, he knew Snape wouldn't believe anything negative about his prize student. Besides, Harry had shot Ron an I-wouldn't-do-that-if-I-were-you look.

"Yes?" Professor Snape seethed, his black eyes glinting. "I-he started it!" Ron shouted. Nice job. Harry thought frowning as Snape lifted an eyebrow.

"Detention Weasley! How dare you spread such an absurd lie. Also, I think that Mr. Potter would like to join you." His lips curled as he locked eyes with Harry.

"What did I do?" Harry growled as his Potions Professor's smirk became more pronounced.

"I simply detest you Potter, you should know that by now. Miss Granger!" Snape wheeled around to glance at Hermione, who stood by the wall.

"You will take Draco to the Hospital Wing, that is not a request!" He barked as she nodded. She clutched him around the middle, using the wall to drag him up, and support both their weights. She draped his right arm over her neck and started to walk toward the infirmary.

All the while she kept sneaking glances at him; his pale skin, his blonde hair, they were all alluring features. But Hermione couldn't help to think of his eyes-the grayest of gray. A cold, seductive gray, yet it had all the hints of darkness. Perhaps her views of the sinister Draco Malfoy were wrong, perhaps behind that vicious conniving facade was forgotten innocence.

It was nightfall by the time Draco opened his eyes, not remembering where he was or how he had gotten there until he looked around. The chair by his bed was occupied by a slumbering Hermione. She was curled up and her hands were draped over her knees. "What are you doing here Granger?" He hissed as she yelped and opened her eyes, not expecting him to have woken so fast.

"I-brought you here... She muttered quickly as his eyes flashed silvery and he sat up.

"Who asked you to?"

"Professor Snape...he stopped Ron from hurting you. You're going to be okay, aren't you?"

Draco glared at her and then winced as a shot of pain sizzled through his arm.

"Bloody hell!"

"No, don't move!" Hermione shouted and dabbed his arm with the cloth she picked up from the side table again, he tried to resist, but she held him still.

"Get off of me Granger I can handle this myself-OUCH!" He hissed and recoiled from her grip. She was taken aback, a coy smile on her lips. She was in awe at how well he was taking the pain...but now, he cowered like a little kid.

"Hold still you baby. It doesn't hurt that much." She smiled somberly at him, and reattached her nails into his arm. He howled and again tried to pry himself away. She pulled him closer so that their noses touched. His lips curled into a sneer.

"Get off."

"No."

"Ouch-would you quit it with that?"

"You have to get better! I'm not going to sit here while you're in pain."

The silence built between them, only the crickets chirped in the darkness. He was really being such a child. Hermione assumed that being a Malfoy meant that he wasn't scared of a little stinging pain.

"That's it!" She growled and gathered her things from the chair beside his bed, and headed for the door.

"You want to heal yourself go ahead...but it's going to be damn hard without a wand."

Draco went to argue back but shut his mouth, remembering that his wand was tossed aside as the fight began.

"Damn you Granger..."