Disclaimer: You know the drill- Everything belongs to J.K Rowling…I wish Draco was mine… etc,etc….
(Draco's POV)
It was dark outside in the hall when I left the library, feeling completely numb. I was walking steadily, even though all I wanted to do was collapse and never get up. Suddenly, I was slammed against the cold brick wall on my left, with strong hands clasped around my throat. Harry Potter stood in front of me, his face twisted with rage and jealousy. I looked straight into his deep green eyes that seemed to be writhing with flames of fury.
"You don't love her!" He snarled, "All you care about is yourself."
"You're wrong," I whispered calmly. "I don't care about anything anymore."
"You make me sick!" He hissed. "If it weren't for you…" He swallowed. "If it weren't for you, Hermione would realise who she should be with!"
"We're not… together," I rasped, for his hands were clenched so tight around my neck I couldn't breathe at all. "We just - kissed…"
"Do you love her?" He asked, his voice positively dripping with sarcasm. "As though someone like you, Malfoy, could ever have feelings for a filthy Mudblood like Hermione…"
"So what if I did?" I asked, plainly to annoy him. "She doesn't love you…not the way you love her, anyway…"
Potter hit me, hard. I didn't yell or struggle - physical pain was nothing compared to the agony that was strangling me inside. He hit me again, this time on my nose. I could feel the blood trickling down my face. The dark, torch-lit hallway spun in my eyes, and my head slipped sideways onto my shoulder. But Potter hit me again and again, his fist connecting with the side of my head endlessly until a voice interrupted him.
"Harry! HARRY!! STOP!! " Hermione sprinted down the hall, her black velvet robes cloak flying in her wake.
She attempted to drag Harry off me, but he didn't stop hitting me until tears were rolling down Hermione's face, when he reluctantly let go off me. My body slid down the wall of its own accord, until finally I was sprawled on the cold, stone floor. My hands and robes were smeared with blood. Harry sent his sneaker flying into my side once before moving a few metres away. Hermione knelt beside me, her breathing rapid.
"Draco! Are you OK?" She wiped some of the blood from my face. "Draco?"
I couldn't answer her, for the darkness had already enfolded me.
----Hermione's POV----
After what happened in the library, I sprinted after Harry, leaving my books and hat on the floor. I found him soon after I had left the library, holding Malfoy up against the wall with one hand and hitting him hard in the face with the other. I screamed at him to stop but he wouldn't until there were tears of anger and frustration streaming down my face. Finally, he let Malfoy slide down the fall, blood dripping from his face onto his robes and hands. Harry sent a final kick into his side before moving away, fuming. I knelt beside Malfoy, wiping the blood from his eyes and mouth with my finger.
"Draco! Are you OK?" I cried desperately. "Draco?" But he didn't answer, for he had already passed out. I turned to Harry.
"Hermione –"he said timidly. But I cut him off, throwing a blood-smeared hand into the air. "Don't, Harry," I said coldly. "I think it would be better if you just left. You've already hurt him enough, haven't you? And for nothing but immature jealousy!" I glared. "It was just a kiss," I said, my tone softer. "We didn't know what we were doing! It meant nothing!"
Harry turned and walked away, but I couldn't have cared less.
I turned back to Draco, unsure of what to do. After a moment of thought, I tore a strip of fabric from the hem of my robes and used it to wipe the majority of blood from his face. He still lay there, unconscious. He had probably shut his eyes in agony before he even passed out, I thought. I shook him gently. "Draco," I said gently. "Draco?" He stirred, moaning a little. His eyes flickered open, but they were strangely unfocused.
"Hermione…?"He groaned. Suddenly, his body jolted and he yelled in pain. "Is Potter gone?" His eyes were wide with fear before he regained his emotionless, Draco-Malfoy-Ice-Prince posture.
"Shhh – it's OK," I said in a soothing tone. "He's gone."
He relaxed, sinking back against the wall. Blood was still flowing freely from his nose.
"Do you think you can walk? You really need to get cleaned up."
"I won't go to Pomfrey," he muttered, more to himself than in reply to my question.
'Well, we can go back to the prefect common room and I'll help you." I almost gasped with surprise at myself when I said that, and so did he, although not hiding it so well.
"OK…"He said uneasily, attempting to heave himself up. Finally he got to standing position with help from the wall and myself and, leaning heavily on me, he walked slowly back to the common room.
A/N: Hey guys, sorry so short, I have heaps of homework to do. Please, review! I NEED REVIEWS TO LIVE!!!