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"NO!" a masculine voice yelled. Hermione had just slipped off the railing and the young man ran to the edge. He reached out his long arm and grabbed her wrist. From the look on her face she had passed out."HOLD ON!" he yelled as he clenched his teeth and pulled her back up. Once he got her torso near the railing her grabbed her around the waist and pulled. Hermione's body flew over the rail and landed on the masked man.
'Bloody hell! What now?!' he thought as he looked at the brunette beauty sprawled on top of him. He started wracking his brain for answers and started to form a conclusion.
'I saw Madam Pomfrey inside the Great Hall, so that means she's not at the hospital wing, and I don't want to drag this girls' body through the ball and disrupt everyone, not to mention have everyone thing I did something dreadful to her. Well I only have once choice then!' he thought hurriedly.
"ACCIO BROOM!" he cried loudly, raising his wand towards the castle.
After a minute of silence a broom came whizzing into view, and dove under the roof of the bridge where it waited patiently for its master. The young man lifted Hermione up from under the arms and sat her in front of him on the broomstick. With one arm he held onto Hermione's limp body and with the other hand he steered the broom. The young man kicked off and clutched her tight to his chest as he maneuvered his broom through the bridge before flying higher into the sky. He circled the school looking for his tower and at last he found it. He nosedived down towards it spiraling to miss an oncoming owl then correcting the dive.
'Easy...' he thought, 'Easy...Easy...EASY!'
He had to kick his long leg out to brace himself when he drew close enough to the wall. He kicked and bounced his way across the circular tower wall until he reached an open window. He pried the rust window open more and slowly and carefully guided the broom into the room.
The young man landed the broom and picked up the girl and carried her wedding style over to a plush bed. The girl was still unconscious, and he decided it would be a good idea to take her pulse. Taking out the vintage pocketwatch from his jacket before discarding he, he delicately laid two fingers on her neck and counted. After a minute was up he stepped away from her, almost as pale as she was.
'Merlin's ghost, her pulse is only 44 beats per minute!' he thought.
Thinking quickly he ran into the bathroom adjoining the room and grabbed a bowl of water and swiftly walked back, making sure not to spill a drop. He set the items down on a nearby table and rolled up his white sleeves before submerging the cloth in the clear liquid. He carefully wrung out the excess water and was about the place the rag on her forehead when he stopped. She was still wearing her mask.
'I can't very well put the cloth on her forehead if her mask is in the way,' he reasoned with himself. He set the rag down on the edge of the dish and took a deep breath. He pushed his fingertips under the edge of the mask and lifted it off, feeling the suction of the mask reducing as he lifted. He gasped at what he saw.
"Granger?!" he said out loud.
'I've been dancing with Granger this whole time?' he thought incredulously. 'Oh well, I need to take care of her right now, I can talk to her when she wakes up.'
He lifted the cloth up and laid it on her forehead. After that simple task, he wondered what to do next.
'Maybe it has something to do with her blood? Hah, that would explain a lot,' he thought to himself, not even laughing at his own cruel joke. As he stood over her looking at her he had an epiphany.
"Blaise is a diabetic! He's bound to have some blood testing stuff!" he yelled before running off, thrusting the painted oak doors open as he launched himself into his friends room. In a flurry of panic he tore open all his drawers starting at the bottom.
The first drawer was filled with slacks and other clothes to be worn outside of school. The second drawer from the bottom held only dark green robes. The third drawer contained shirts and ties to be worn under the robes. The young man yanked open the fourth drawer and his eyes widened in horror. An assortment of 'toys' lay before him. He shuddered and closed the drawer, making a mental note to kill Blaise later. He opened the top drawer and to his luck, next to his socks, he saw a little black booklet type thing.
Grabbing it from the drawer he unzipped it and tried to recall what it was that Blaise did with this. He saw a monitor on the right hand side, while small needles and strips of hard paper sat in packages on the left hand side. He pulled out a needle and remembered what he had to do.
The young man ran into the room and sat down next to Hermione's body. He pulled out a needle, pricked the tip of her finger (causing her to moan and writhe) and forced a drop of blood out. He collected the blood on the piece of paper before sticking it inside the little monitor. It processed the blood for a minute before the readout displayed that Hermione's blood sugar was 33. Even though he wasn't quite sure, he knew that was dangerously low for anyone. He couldn't do much else until he knew what was wrong with her, so he went over to the bookshelf and started looking for and through some of the medical texts.
Meanwhile...
Brown eyelashes fluttered open to reveal cloudy chocolate eyes. She saw a dark green canopy above her, and felt something cool on her forehead. Her left pointer finger stung, but she wasn't sure why.
'Where am I? All I can remember is sitting on a guardrail talking with a really handsome guy and then...nothing.' Hermione said attempting to sit up.
"Uhnnn..." she moaned out loud, swinging her feet off the edge of the bed. She scrubbed her eyes with her palms and stood up, warily at first. She felt sick to her stomach too. She used her right hand to support her weigh on the dark oak pillar of the canopy bed, took the cloth off her forehead with her left hand, and looked around.
The walls were dark green, as were the cotton sheets she had just been sitting upon. A ceramic bowl of water sat on the bedside table, next to a lit candle. The bed curtains were a gauzy olive color and the pillows were white with a green rim. A little desk and chair sat in a corner with a few books piled on it. She walked over to the desk and ran her hands across the back of the chair slowly. A door stood ajar next to the desk, and across the room there was a closed door next to a dresser. Despite the dark colors of the room, it felt faintly romantic, and carried the musky scent of her dancing partner.
Hermione's brain sprang to life. Her dancing partner! Where was he? Curiosity told her to go through the door next to the desk, and so she did. The room turned out to be a common room, shared obviously by boys, for it carried several musky manly scents.
The wall space that wasn't indented with doors was covered in bookshelves which boasted numerous shelves of leather-bound and cloth-bound books of all sorts. A few moss colored leather couches sat around a warm looking fire. Just beyond the back of the centermost couch, there were a few tables for studying. Someone was sitting there, flipping through the pages of a book, completely mesmerized. As if he was expecting her, his head shot up and she stared across the room into his masked face.
"Umm...Hi," Hermione said weakly. The stranger seemed to falter before standing up and coming over to her.
"Hi yourself. How do you feel?" he asked.
"To tell the truth, a little sick," she grimaced as she said it.
"Haha. Well at least your conscious. Can you remember the last time you ate, and what it was?" he asked, leading her by the arm to sit down on one of the couches.
"Umm. I remember having a muffin or two for lunch. Ooh! And a glass of orange juice. I know it's not much, but I wasn't feeling too hungry," Hermione admitted.
"And you haven't had anything since then?"
"Nope,"
"Well give me a minute and I'll go get you something," he said before disappearing out of what Hermione had deduced was the entrance/exit. She looked above the fire and saw a portrait. The lettering on the gold plaque beneath it read 'Salazar Slytherin.' The thin faced man in the picture just sneered at her.
'Oh my gosh! I'm! I'm in the Slytherin common room! What is a Slytherin doing taking care of me?!' Hermione thought, panicking slightly. 'What if more Slytherins come up here? I don't have my mask on! They'd be able to tell who I was and do something to me!'
Hermione's eyes flew about madly, resting on a tartan print blanket. She dove for it and hid under it, with only her eyes peeking out, praying to any Muggle or non-Muggle God there was, praying that no one would hurt her.
After a few minutes of paranoia the main door to the common room opened...Hermione's heart beat faster and faster as a hand gripped the edge of the door..
Why do i have a feeling that if I write one more cliffhanger I'll have more death threats than...well...somebody who gets a lot of death threats? lol. Don't worry, don't worry. I'll have the next chapter up before the day is done. But oh ho ho, will it be our dashing Draco that appears? Or will it be another Slytherin? Wuahahah! You'll just have to wait and see now, won't you dumpling? .