Disclaimer: I don't own hp.
She raced down the corridors trying to find the hospital wing. Finally she found it. "Miss Pomfrey, Miss Pomfrey!" yelled Hermione.
"Yes Miss Granger what is it?"
"I'm feeling... a bit light headed." She replied.
"Okay. Sit down, dear, I'll be back with some food," replied Pomfrey. Soon she came back with a goblet of blood; Hermione drank it quickly.
"Thank you." Hermione said, and headed back to the Head's common room.
"Berty Bott's beans" she mumbled. The painting swung open. Malfoy turned and walked towards her. He noticed she was crying.
"What's wrong?" he asked in a concerned tone.
'Why is he being nice to me?' she thought.
Then she started bawling again. She leaned on his shoulder and continued to cry. At that moment she felt a searing pain in her arm. She grabbed it with her free hand. To her surprise malfoy did the same thing to his. She looked at him questionably.
When Malfoy saw Hermione clench her arm he knew what was wrong. His hand shot out and grabbed her arm moved her robe and turned her arm. Malfoy stared in horror. Glancing from her arm to her face, and, to her amazement he put his arms around her and comforted her again.
"How?" Malfoy asked.
Hermione thought a moment that she might trust him.
"One night some men came to my house and killed my parents. And then... they... they bit me." She whispered.
"What do you mean 'bit you'?" he asked.
"They w...where v...vampires." she studded.
"So now were both vampires," Malfoy said," But how did you get this?" and he grabbed her arm roughly.
"They were death eaters. Dumbledore thinks they felt how strong I was and marked me." Hermione cried. Then, she remembered Malfoy clenching his arm, so she grabbed his. There, on his arm, was the dark mark.
Authors note: R&R