Disclaimer: As I have said many times before, I own nothing that deals with and all of the Harry Potter stories and don't plan on it any time soon. Does anyone really care anymore? I mean, honestly?
A/N: Okay peoples. I just wanted to say I am sorry that I have not updated in like, forever and a day, so please excuse me. I will try and be more diligent, but then again, I can't exactly promise anything. And any of those who are reading my Labyrinth stories, I am trying to update, but I cannot for lack of ideas. I will try, though, I promise.
Owie. Where am I? Ouch, my head hurts so much. Did it split open? As I felt my head, I couldn't feel any openings. But it still hurts.
When I opened my eyes again, I could see just a blur of colors and shapes. Why can't I focus my vision? This is so frustrating. And what is even more frustrating is not knowing what the bloody hell happened to me last night. What had hit me? And what happened to Draco after I passed out? Oy, did I really pass out in his arms? I'm sure that was the last thing he wanted. I'll bet that he even left me out there until some unsuspecting student just happened upon me.
Ah, there we go. My vision is clearing up now. As the blurs began to take shape again, I began to see the form of a person, standing over me. Good, that might be Harry or Ron. Perhaps they could straighten this out and let me in on what had happened. But as my vision cleared, I saw,
"Malfoy?" I asked groggily. I can't tell if that is my voice or if it is coming from somewhere else.
"Yeah, what of it?" he asked snootily. But this time, there was something not so harsh in the way he said it.
"What happened last night?" I asked, grabbing at my head.
"Something came through the air last night and hit you in the head," said Draco. "Nobody knows where it came from exactly, just that it was definitely from inside the castle. It looked to be some sort of a rock, but before I could pick it up, it just disappeared and no one knows where it went."
"What happened after that?" I asked worriedly.
"Well..." said Draco.
/The night before/ (A/N: Sorry, I promise this will be one of the few times I will go out of Hermione's POV, but I just feel that it is necessary at this point. Just for the full effect, you know.)
Once Hermione became unconscious, Draco looked around, not quite sure what to do. He could take her to the hospital wing, but if he did, and someone saw him, he would never hear the end of it. Him? Draconis Lucius, heir to the Malfoy name, help a filthy little mudblood? And this was Granger, no less. Hermione Elizabeth flipping Granger, the mudblood that he hated most of all.
Even so, he went against his better instinct of leaving her there and instead muttered, 'Wingardium Leviosa,' and brought Hermione to the hospital wing. But he was very careful so as not to be seen by anyone else.
Once he was there, Draco decided that he was going to leave Hermione there, knowing full well that Madam Pomphry often worked later most weeknights due to fatal injuries in the classroom, especially Potions and Transfiguration. But then, the door opened, and there stood Madam Pomphry, the school mediwitch.
"Oh, Mr. Malfoy," she gasped. "What have you done?"
"Me?" spat Draco. "I didn't do anything. It was an accident. Something came through the air as she and I were in detention and she got hit." By this time, Madam Pomphry had taken Hermione and placed her on a nearby cot.
"You say she was hit by something?" asked Madam Pomphry, checking the cut on the back of Hermione's head. Draco nodded. "Very well, go and get the Headmaster and be quick about it, boy. And don't take any detours. I'll fix this cut on her head." Draco took off for the headmaster's chambers, not even knowing why he was even doing it. But then again, he didn't know why he did a lot of things.
"So," concluded Draco, "I got Dumbledore, brought him back here, and then went to bed. It's as simple as that." For a few moments, I just sat there, dumbfounded. Draco Malfoy had helped me? That was big. It was hard for me to swallow this piece of information.
"I... can't believe you... you helped... me," I finally managed to get out. This was unbelievable. He helped me.
"Yeah, well, I'm not totally heartless," said Draco, folding his arms.
"I-I don't know what to say," I said, finally looking up at him.
"Well, you could say 'thank you'," said Draco snootily.
"You don't have to be so cruel about it," I glared. There was silence. "Thank you Draco. Thank you very much for saving me." There was another awkward silence between them.
"So... what does this mean?" asked Draco, shifting his weight nervously from his left leg to his right.
"I... suppose it means we're-we're-," I began. I couldn't find the words that I wanted.
"Friends?" asked Draco, scratching his head. I shrugged.
"I suppose, if that is what you wish," I said, still feeling very confused. "I mean, enemies wouldn't help each other, would they?"
"I don't think so," frowned Draco. This was followed by another silence.
"Look," I said. "I know this is very awkward for you, and trust me, this is just as awkward for me. We have been enemies ever since our first year. But you just saved my life, and for that, I thank you. I owe you a great deal. What do you say? Friends?" I held out my hand, hoping that he would take it. This horrible division between him and me and my friends was getting tiring and it needed to stop. Draco looked at my hand for a few moments, checked to his left and right, and then, with a heavy sigh, took my hand.
"Friends," he sighed. We smiled at each other.
"Friends," I repeated.
A/N: Okay peoples. I just wanted to say I am sorry that I have not updated in like, forever and a day, so please excuse me. I will try and be more diligent, but then again, I can't exactly promise anything. And any of those who are reading my Labyrinth stories, I am trying to update, but I cannot for lack of ideas. I will try, though, I promise.
Owie. Where am I? Ouch, my head hurts so much. Did it split open? As I felt my head, I couldn't feel any openings. But it still hurts.
When I opened my eyes again, I could see just a blur of colors and shapes. Why can't I focus my vision? This is so frustrating. And what is even more frustrating is not knowing what the bloody hell happened to me last night. What had hit me? And what happened to Draco after I passed out? Oy, did I really pass out in his arms? I'm sure that was the last thing he wanted. I'll bet that he even left me out there until some unsuspecting student just happened upon me.
Ah, there we go. My vision is clearing up now. As the blurs began to take shape again, I began to see the form of a person, standing over me. Good, that might be Harry or Ron. Perhaps they could straighten this out and let me in on what had happened. But as my vision cleared, I saw,
"Malfoy?" I asked groggily. I can't tell if that is my voice or if it is coming from somewhere else.
"Yeah, what of it?" he asked snootily. But this time, there was something not so harsh in the way he said it.
"What happened last night?" I asked, grabbing at my head.
"Something came through the air last night and hit you in the head," said Draco. "Nobody knows where it came from exactly, just that it was definitely from inside the castle. It looked to be some sort of a rock, but before I could pick it up, it just disappeared and no one knows where it went."
"What happened after that?" I asked worriedly.
"Well..." said Draco.
/The night before/ (A/N: Sorry, I promise this will be one of the few times I will go out of Hermione's POV, but I just feel that it is necessary at this point. Just for the full effect, you know.)
Once Hermione became unconscious, Draco looked around, not quite sure what to do. He could take her to the hospital wing, but if he did, and someone saw him, he would never hear the end of it. Him? Draconis Lucius, heir to the Malfoy name, help a filthy little mudblood? And this was Granger, no less. Hermione Elizabeth flipping Granger, the mudblood that he hated most of all.
Even so, he went against his better instinct of leaving her there and instead muttered, 'Wingardium Leviosa,' and brought Hermione to the hospital wing. But he was very careful so as not to be seen by anyone else.
Once he was there, Draco decided that he was going to leave Hermione there, knowing full well that Madam Pomphry often worked later most weeknights due to fatal injuries in the classroom, especially Potions and Transfiguration. But then, the door opened, and there stood Madam Pomphry, the school mediwitch.
"Oh, Mr. Malfoy," she gasped. "What have you done?"
"Me?" spat Draco. "I didn't do anything. It was an accident. Something came through the air as she and I were in detention and she got hit." By this time, Madam Pomphry had taken Hermione and placed her on a nearby cot.
"You say she was hit by something?" asked Madam Pomphry, checking the cut on the back of Hermione's head. Draco nodded. "Very well, go and get the Headmaster and be quick about it, boy. And don't take any detours. I'll fix this cut on her head." Draco took off for the headmaster's chambers, not even knowing why he was even doing it. But then again, he didn't know why he did a lot of things.
"So," concluded Draco, "I got Dumbledore, brought him back here, and then went to bed. It's as simple as that." For a few moments, I just sat there, dumbfounded. Draco Malfoy had helped me? That was big. It was hard for me to swallow this piece of information.
"I... can't believe you... you helped... me," I finally managed to get out. This was unbelievable. He helped me.
"Yeah, well, I'm not totally heartless," said Draco, folding his arms.
"I-I don't know what to say," I said, finally looking up at him.
"Well, you could say 'thank you'," said Draco snootily.
"You don't have to be so cruel about it," I glared. There was silence. "Thank you Draco. Thank you very much for saving me." There was another awkward silence between them.
"So... what does this mean?" asked Draco, shifting his weight nervously from his left leg to his right.
"I... suppose it means we're-we're-," I began. I couldn't find the words that I wanted.
"Friends?" asked Draco, scratching his head. I shrugged.
"I suppose, if that is what you wish," I said, still feeling very confused. "I mean, enemies wouldn't help each other, would they?"
"I don't think so," frowned Draco. This was followed by another silence.
"Look," I said. "I know this is very awkward for you, and trust me, this is just as awkward for me. We have been enemies ever since our first year. But you just saved my life, and for that, I thank you. I owe you a great deal. What do you say? Friends?" I held out my hand, hoping that he would take it. This horrible division between him and me and my friends was getting tiring and it needed to stop. Draco looked at my hand for a few moments, checked to his left and right, and then, with a heavy sigh, took my hand.
"Friends," he sighed. We smiled at each other.
"Friends," I repeated.