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I certainly hope that Draco is alright. I can't see him just yet, but Madam Pomphrey assures me that he will be fine. It caused no serious damaged. At this news, Ron muttered, "Damn" under his breath and I hit him over the back of the head.

But I do have to admit, I was pretty impressed and very happy that Ron had helped Draco to the hospital wing. That was very sweet of him and I told him so.

"I must admit that he is a pretty neat guy," Ron reluctantly admitted, rubbing the spot where I had hit him.

"He is," I said. "You just have to give him a chance." Ron smiled at me before kissing me on the cheek.

"Okay, I promise no more Draco-bashing," he smiled. "No matter how much fun I think it is."

"Good," I smiled.

"Hermione, Ron, Harry," said Madam Pomphrey. We looked up at her.

"Yes?"

"You can see him now," she said, beckoning us with her forefinger. We stood up and went into the hospital wing. Draco was in the last one on the left. His bruise was pretty much cleaned up, so that now all that was left was a small bandage on his upper brow.

"Hey, you came to see me," he smiled.

"Of coarse we did," I smiled. "What you did was very brave."

"Yeah, mate," smiled Ron. "That was great. I just wanted to say how sorry I am. For being a poor sport and all."

"It's okay," replied Draco. "I honestly don't blame you. I know I wouldn't want to be friends with someone like me if I were given the choice."

"I especially want to thank you," smiled Harry, holding out his hand. Draco shook it. "You took that bludger for me. I owe you one, mate."

"Oh good," smiled Draco, rubbing his chin. "Hmm, let me see..." I couldn't help but giggle.

"Well, considering the rest of the match is shot, I think I'll go and find something to do. Hey Harry, would you like to join me in a rousing game of wizards chess?"

"But of coarse, Ron," smiled Harry. "That is, if you would like me to whoop your bum." They walked out, bantering about who would beat who. I smiled as I watched them.

"Aren't you going to follow them and see who is the winner?" asked Draco. I turned and faced him.

"Nah," I smiled, sitting on the cot next to him. "I know how it's going to turn out. Harry and Ron are going to keep a steady confrontation until Harry makes a slip up with one of his knights or castles, thus leaving his queen wide open for the taking and within two or three moves of that, Ron will trap his king, most likely with his bishope. The bishop is his favorite playing piece." Draco chuckled and nodded.

"So you've basically got them both figured out, huh?" he asked.

"We've been friends for many years now, so I would hope that I know them inside and out," I smiled. I looked at his cut again.

"That looks like it hurts a lot," I commented, more to myself than to him.

"Yeah, well, I'm over it," he smiled as he ran his fingertips lightly over it.

"Try not and mess with it too much, Draco," I ordered.

"Wow, so it's true what Weasly says about you," he snickered. "You DO act just like a mother." I smiled

"Yeah, well, I guess I just can't help it sometimes. Ever since I was ten or so, I've gotten used to being a little bit bossy."

"A little?" rhetorted Draco. I just rolled my eyes at him.

"Well, since my mum and my dad have been arguing so much about my Granny Hattie, I just felt that I sometimes had to be the adult of the tree of us and take care of myself. Not that it's all that hard, really." I shrugged at looked at the hands that I am now wringing in my lap. I do that a lot when I talk about my parents and my grandmother. I then looked at his scar and proceeded to dampen it with a cloth that was next to the bed.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"You should keep this from getting too dry," I said, patting it with the cloth. "If the blood dries, it'll hurt when you try and clean it later." We both smiled at each other. Now, our eyes are locked. Oh dear. Am I blushing? Please tell me that I am not blushing! Oh no, why can't I look away? But, he's not looking away either. I finally managed to look down at my hands and break the staring that we had been doing. Anyone else feel hot? Is it hot in here or is it just me?

"Here," I said, handing him the cloth. "I really should be going to speak with Professor McGonagall. I told her that I wanted to discuss something with her."

"Oh, alright," he said. His throat sounds as dry as mine feels right about now.

"See you at dinner," I smiled. I stood up and left the room. Phew, I really dodged a bullet there.

As dinner time came around, I walked down the hall and was almost to the double doors when I heard Draco call me to stop. I turned and saw him.

"Hey, um, I just wanted to see if you were alright?" he asked.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" I chuckled.

"Just because you felt a little uncomfortable before you left the hospital wing," he said.

"Well, um..... it was just, um, that, I-I-I am...." Why was I so uncomfortable?

"You found that stare a little frightening too, didn't you?" he asked. I nodded.

"Just a little," I smiled.

"Well, I hope that you don't feel uncomfortable anymore," he said. "To tell you the truth, I felt uncomfortable as well. It just felt like you were reading my thoughts or something and that just kind of scared me."

"Yeah, I felt that too," I said. "Well, don't worry. Unlike some of out professors, I don't claim to know what everyone is thinking and what is in everyone's future." We both laughed at the thought of our divination professor.

"So, no more uneasiness?" he asked.

"No more uneasiness," I agreed.

"Okay then, let's go eat." We parted at the doors and went to our respective houses.

A/N2: I just wanted to say that I hope you all like this chapter.