Malfoy sat, looking at her intently. Hermione lay asleep in the Hospital
Wing. It has been 3 days, and still no sign of consciousness.
"What do you think, Madam Pomfrey?", Malfoy inquired. "Will she be ok?"
"It's not looking too hopeless, she still has plenty of color." Madam
Pomfrey replied.
"Hermione!?", two voices cried in unison from behind Malfoy.
Harry and Ron had come bursting into the Hospital Wing. "Hagrid told us
what had happened! Had she really fallen, or did you shove her down the
stairs, Malfoy?" Ron interrogated.
"Sod off, Weasley. She fell. She just fell.", Malfoy replied staring at
Hermione with great interest.
"Get away from her, Malfoy. We are her friends, we will watch after her.
You'll probably curse her just being near her with your..." Malfoy
interrupted Harry...
"Fine. I'm out of here. Tell me when she's awake, will ya'?" Malfoy
yelled.
A day later, Harry finds Malfoy out by the Whomping Willow, reading Hogwart's: A History. "Why are you reading that, Malfoy?", Harry questions. "Nothing better to do. No classes yet." Malfoy replied. "Why do you are, Potty?" "Just letting you know Hermione is awake...don't get your broomsticks broken." "Great." Malfoy said as he dashed off to the Hospital Wing.
Malfoy crept into the room, looking for Hermione. She was no were to be seen in the hospital wing. He wandered the halls, heading for the Gryffindor commons when he heard Hermione muttering to herself in the library. He went into the library, listening for where her voice was coming from. He spotted Hermione at a table, but not reading. She was writing in what looked like a diary. He eavesdropped on her thoughts...
"I loved that kiss...it was spectacular. Why didn't he mean it? What is wrong with me? I'm a Muggle, and he wants a Muggle. Am I that disgusting? I don't understand, Diary. Help me to understand." Hermione said as she scratched those words into her diary.
Behind her, Malfoy crept up to read what else she had written. From what he could tell, Hermione had felt this way for quite a while. But, why? He had been so awful to her. 'I could be with a girl like that. She's not so bad. She is honest, and very intelligent...and beautiful. So, why not? I know what I have to do.'
A day later, Harry finds Malfoy out by the Whomping Willow, reading Hogwart's: A History. "Why are you reading that, Malfoy?", Harry questions. "Nothing better to do. No classes yet." Malfoy replied. "Why do you are, Potty?" "Just letting you know Hermione is awake...don't get your broomsticks broken." "Great." Malfoy said as he dashed off to the Hospital Wing.
Malfoy crept into the room, looking for Hermione. She was no were to be seen in the hospital wing. He wandered the halls, heading for the Gryffindor commons when he heard Hermione muttering to herself in the library. He went into the library, listening for where her voice was coming from. He spotted Hermione at a table, but not reading. She was writing in what looked like a diary. He eavesdropped on her thoughts...
"I loved that kiss...it was spectacular. Why didn't he mean it? What is wrong with me? I'm a Muggle, and he wants a Muggle. Am I that disgusting? I don't understand, Diary. Help me to understand." Hermione said as she scratched those words into her diary.
Behind her, Malfoy crept up to read what else she had written. From what he could tell, Hermione had felt this way for quite a while. But, why? He had been so awful to her. 'I could be with a girl like that. She's not so bad. She is honest, and very intelligent...and beautiful. So, why not? I know what I have to do.'