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Meg: Don't worry, Draco won't die. At least I don't intend on it, but my fingers can't be trusted!
Draco's Girl: I think when somebody gets hurt; it's the turning point of the story. Especially when it's totally hilarious!
AN: I don't know what this chapter will be about, since I didn't know I'd be updating soon, so here goes!
Chapter 6
Hospital Wing
I woke up feeling very dizzy. I'm not sure why, but I knew it was dark. It must have been about, say, 2 a.m? Wait a sec. I fell down the stairs! Draco shot up straight in the Hospital Wing bed, scaring the person next to him half to death. After hearing a shriek from next to him, Draco let out a cry, but was stifled from the someone's hand covering his mouth.
"Quiet! You'll get me caught." The whispered voice said. Immediately, Draco recognized the voice. It belonged to none other than Hermione Granger. As he side-glanced to his right, he could see the rough outline of her bushy hair and the sparkle of her wide eyes as she peered beyond the curtains. Draco looked too, for he could see Madam Pomfrey's shadow and wand lit, coming ever closer to his bed. Hermione bolted under Draco's bed just as Madam Pomfrey pulled the curtains open. I quickly closed my eyes, but she caught me.
"Mr. Malfoy? Are you awake? I thought I heard screams from behind your curtain. You aren't doing anything, are you?" Madam Pomfrey asked with a questioning look in her eyes, which perfectly concealed, not too well, that she would get Professor Dumbledore if she needed to. Draco getting the gist of what she said, and hiding a horrific face said, "Of course not, Madam Pomfrey! Why would I even do such a thing while I'm hurt?" Draco was hurt. He had a large bandage across his head, of which a small piece could be seen, from Draco's eyes, was stained a bloody red. Even though Draco didn't do anything, the mere thought that Hermione was hiding under his bed hearing everything, made his voice a little uncertain. Madam Pomfrey noticed this, and before Draco could realize it, she had flattened herself against the floor and yanked the blankets from the floor so as she could get a good glimpse of underneath the bed. She thrusted her wand under it, which illuminated the entire floor. While she did this, a small squeak came from Draco's open mouth. Madam Pomfrey shot up from the floor at the sound. She stared at Draco. "What was that "sound" that came from you, Mr. Malfoy?" "Oh, I just..Well, my head really hurts and it just…owww." Draco made a fake hurt-face, which fooled Madam Pomfrey very well. "Well, if there's nothing going on here, I'll let you get your rest, dear." Madam Pomfrey closed the curtains around Draco's bed once more and could be seen walking back into her office.
At the sound of her office door closing, a poof of bluish-gray smoke came from Draco's left. He watched it wide-eyed as it swirled and took the shape of Hermione. And then, just as if it were a rain cloud, it dropped Hermione onto her feet and quickly vanished. Hermione giggled at the shocked Draco. "What did you just do?" Draco asked, still staring at Hermione as if she had really rained from a passing rain cloud. "Oh, it's just a simple Vanishing Charm I learned over the summer. Not a really big deal. So, now that I've almost gotten detention and you almost wetting yourself, how about we have that talk we were supposed to have earlier?" "I don't mean to be rude, Hermione, but I'm really tired and my head really does hurt. I'm sorry, but can we talk in the morning?" Draco asked apologetically. "Of course we can. I'll just spend the night here since it's about 2:30 in the morning and I don't want to risk detention AGAIN." Draco laughed at this, as Hermione walked over to the chair she was sitting in when he awoke. She sat down and Draco watched her shift around trying to find a place to put her head down. She decided on the nightstand next to the bed and accidentally banged her head on it. "Ouch." Hermione looked up to find Draco watching her and she smiled weakly. Then, they both began to stifle laughs. "Why don't you share a bed with me. No, nothing sexual meant by that." Draco said quickly, as Hermione's face turned from a smile to pure venom. She cooled down and smiled again. At least he's not that kind of guy, Hermione thought. She looked around once more making sure there wasn't anyplace she missed that she could rest her head on, and finding none, walked over to Draco's bed. He lifted up the top blanket up, inviting her to lie down. She looked at him questionably. "Well, I don't want you to be cold. You might get sick." She noted the brotherly tone in his voice and scooted under the covers next to him. "Well, goodnight, Hermione ." "Goodnight, Draco."
AN: Wasn't that sweet at the end? They aren't going to fool around for you sick minded people. At least not right now. Lol. They're just kind of friends right now. But don't get your hopes down, I did say this was a D/Hr fic and I'm sticking to it! R&R!