A/N: Sorry about the wait. I'm at my Aunt's house right now and it's been kinda hectic at home as of late. So sorry about not posting. I don't think I spelled the school nurse's name right. I don't have my books with me, so excuse me if I did. I knew it was either Pomphrey or Pomfrey and I picked the latter.
Disclaimer: I don't own the concept of Harry Potter. The only thing I own is the plot. So, don't sue! Oh, and since the plot is mine, don't steal it!
Chapter Six: Some Kind of Conspiracy
"Malfoy?" Hermione asked in confusion.
But the young man standing in the doorway was quite tattered and torn, therefore could not answer Hermione's question.
Malfoy fell to his knees in front of the two teens standing in the doorway, and then dropped face first onto the cold stone floor.
"Oh, God," Hermione whispered.
She shot down to her knees to check for a pulse.
"Help me get him to the living room," she said after a minute. He had a pulse, sure, but it was faint.
"RON! GET DOWN HERE!" Harry yelled.
He and Hermione picked Malfoy up carefully and put him down on the couch in the living room.
Ron came running in a second later, a towel wrapped around his waist and a silver dragon necklace hanging down midway on his chest.
Hermione did her best to control her blush as she looked away. Harry stepped in her way a second a later so she couldn't see Ron.
"What the hell happened to him?" Ron asked, looking down at Malfoy's ghost-white face.
"We don't know, but he needs medical attention," Hermione said, looking over Harry's shoulder, standing on her toes.
Ginny walked through the kitchen door, her nose in a book. She looked up to see what all the commotion was, before she dropped her book to the ground.
"What h-happened?" she whispered and stared at the unconscious Malfoy. She ran to his side, taking a hold of his cold hand as her eyes began to tear up.
Ron looked at his little sister disbelievingly.
"G-Ginny?" he whispered, but she ignored him.
"WHAT HAPPENED?" she cried, looking at Harry and Hermione for an explanation.
"I-I don't know... w-we just found him like this," Hermione stuttered. She subtly grabbed Harry's hand.
There was a moment of silence, until Hermione stepped forward (Harry's hand still clasped in hers) to examine the damage.
"Open his shirt," Hermione instructed Ginny, and the younger Weasley did as she was told.
Hermione immediately realized that he had two cracked ribs, and one broken one. He had a major bruise on his stomach that had already turned purple.
"Turn him over," Hermione continued, still staring intently at the older boy.
Ginny complied, and removed Malfoy's shirt completely.
Hermione sucked in a breath, as did Ginny and Harry.
Across the entire span of the boy's back were scars, cuts, and even a deep knife wound that was still bleeding.
"I-I-I n-need to call M-Madam Pom-Pomfrey," Hermione stuttered.
Ron who had been silent the entire time, mumbled, "I'll do it."
-:-:-:-:-
Madam Pomfrey reported that Malfoy had had, just as Hermione suspected, two cracked and one broken ribs, a bruise from a kick on his stomach, and someone must have stabbed him in the back as well as had probably used a whip on him.
She healed him as best as she could and then told the others to keep him in their care for a couple of days until he regained consciousness and left.
Ginny's face was still pale and she was crying again. The two girls sat in a corner of the living room and Hermione tried to comfort the girl as best she could.
"I don't believe her," Ron mumbled to Harry, watching the girls from their own corner.
"Who?" Harry asked, even though he knew Ron was talking about Ginny.
"Ginny," Ron supplied. "I suspected they had something going on, but the way she hated him.... It's a surprise."
"Wonder what happened to him, though, eh?" Harry mused.
Ron nodded in consent, still staring at Hermione and Ginny.
There was a loud groan from the couch, and Ginny was at Malfoy's side before Ron even saw her move.
"Ow!"
Malfoy had, by mistake of course, smacked Ginny when he turned over. He sat up slowly, hissing in pain in the process.
"Sorry, Ginny."
"GINNY?" the other three in the room cried in surprise.
Malfoy noticed the others in the room and glared. "Have a problem with it?" he sneered.
"Well, least we know it's really Malfoy," Hermione said, smirking.
"How are you feeling?" Ginny asked through her tears.
"Why are you crying?" Malfoy asked, obviously avoiding the question.
"What happened and why did you come here?" Harry asked.
"Oi, Potter. Can't even let a guy heal in peace, can you?" Malfoy groaned, falling back on the couch.
Harry opened his mouth to retort, but Hermione grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the room.
"Ron has some talking to do with those two.... Besides, we have our own talking to do, Mr. Potter," Hermione said, folding her arms across her chest.
"Lead the way, Miss Granger."
Hermione smirked when she felt him slip an arm around her waist.
They heard Ron yell something along the lines of, "BOYFRIEND?!", which in turn caused Mrs. Black's portrait to begin screeching.
Hermione led Harry into her room and shut and locked the door behind herself.
Harry grinned at her in disbelief.
"Hermione!" Ginny yelled.
Hermione rolled her eyes in agitation. "This has to be some kind of damn, God-forsaken conspiracy!" she exclaimed.
Harry held back a laugh as she left the room in a huff.
"What, Ginny?" Hermione gritted out through clenched teeth.
Ginny recoiled nervously, and Hermione noticed Ron and Malfoy trying to hold in a laugh.
"WHAT, Ginny?" Hermione repeated.
Breathe, breathe, Hermione thought calmly, not that it was working. 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... 8... 9... 10!!!
"I'm leaving if you don't tell me right NOW," Hermione continued.
"U-Uh... c-can Malfoy... I-I mean D-Draco... u-use our room?" Ginny stuttered. Hermione was frightening when she was mad, and the young redhead had no intentions of dying under the gaze of the brunette that day.
Hermione closed her eyes. "Of course he can, Ginny."
She turned on her heel and raced back upstairs.
"So, this is the infamous trio when they're not at school, huh?" Malfoy asked.
Ron controlled his urge to scowl at the platinum-blond haired boy.
Hermione found Harry asleep on her bed when she got back upstairs.
She gave out a loud sigh, careful not wake the sleeping teen wizard.
Hermione approached the bed cautiously and laid down next to him in the crook of his arm, with her hand resting on his stomach. Today had been one hell of a long day, and knew that both she and Harry needed the rest.
A/N: Don't have time for individual reviews. I'll do it next chapter. This story is winding down. It should be done in a few chapters! Sad, but true. Um, I guess that's all. I'll post sometime this week again if I have time!
Disclaimer: I don't own the concept of Harry Potter. The only thing I own is the plot. So, don't sue! Oh, and since the plot is mine, don't steal it!
Chapter Six: Some Kind of Conspiracy
"Malfoy?" Hermione asked in confusion.
But the young man standing in the doorway was quite tattered and torn, therefore could not answer Hermione's question.
Malfoy fell to his knees in front of the two teens standing in the doorway, and then dropped face first onto the cold stone floor.
"Oh, God," Hermione whispered.
She shot down to her knees to check for a pulse.
"Help me get him to the living room," she said after a minute. He had a pulse, sure, but it was faint.
"RON! GET DOWN HERE!" Harry yelled.
He and Hermione picked Malfoy up carefully and put him down on the couch in the living room.
Ron came running in a second later, a towel wrapped around his waist and a silver dragon necklace hanging down midway on his chest.
Hermione did her best to control her blush as she looked away. Harry stepped in her way a second a later so she couldn't see Ron.
"What the hell happened to him?" Ron asked, looking down at Malfoy's ghost-white face.
"We don't know, but he needs medical attention," Hermione said, looking over Harry's shoulder, standing on her toes.
Ginny walked through the kitchen door, her nose in a book. She looked up to see what all the commotion was, before she dropped her book to the ground.
"What h-happened?" she whispered and stared at the unconscious Malfoy. She ran to his side, taking a hold of his cold hand as her eyes began to tear up.
Ron looked at his little sister disbelievingly.
"G-Ginny?" he whispered, but she ignored him.
"WHAT HAPPENED?" she cried, looking at Harry and Hermione for an explanation.
"I-I don't know... w-we just found him like this," Hermione stuttered. She subtly grabbed Harry's hand.
There was a moment of silence, until Hermione stepped forward (Harry's hand still clasped in hers) to examine the damage.
"Open his shirt," Hermione instructed Ginny, and the younger Weasley did as she was told.
Hermione immediately realized that he had two cracked ribs, and one broken one. He had a major bruise on his stomach that had already turned purple.
"Turn him over," Hermione continued, still staring intently at the older boy.
Ginny complied, and removed Malfoy's shirt completely.
Hermione sucked in a breath, as did Ginny and Harry.
Across the entire span of the boy's back were scars, cuts, and even a deep knife wound that was still bleeding.
"I-I-I n-need to call M-Madam Pom-Pomfrey," Hermione stuttered.
Ron who had been silent the entire time, mumbled, "I'll do it."
-:-:-:-:-
Madam Pomfrey reported that Malfoy had had, just as Hermione suspected, two cracked and one broken ribs, a bruise from a kick on his stomach, and someone must have stabbed him in the back as well as had probably used a whip on him.
She healed him as best as she could and then told the others to keep him in their care for a couple of days until he regained consciousness and left.
Ginny's face was still pale and she was crying again. The two girls sat in a corner of the living room and Hermione tried to comfort the girl as best she could.
"I don't believe her," Ron mumbled to Harry, watching the girls from their own corner.
"Who?" Harry asked, even though he knew Ron was talking about Ginny.
"Ginny," Ron supplied. "I suspected they had something going on, but the way she hated him.... It's a surprise."
"Wonder what happened to him, though, eh?" Harry mused.
Ron nodded in consent, still staring at Hermione and Ginny.
There was a loud groan from the couch, and Ginny was at Malfoy's side before Ron even saw her move.
"Ow!"
Malfoy had, by mistake of course, smacked Ginny when he turned over. He sat up slowly, hissing in pain in the process.
"Sorry, Ginny."
"GINNY?" the other three in the room cried in surprise.
Malfoy noticed the others in the room and glared. "Have a problem with it?" he sneered.
"Well, least we know it's really Malfoy," Hermione said, smirking.
"How are you feeling?" Ginny asked through her tears.
"Why are you crying?" Malfoy asked, obviously avoiding the question.
"What happened and why did you come here?" Harry asked.
"Oi, Potter. Can't even let a guy heal in peace, can you?" Malfoy groaned, falling back on the couch.
Harry opened his mouth to retort, but Hermione grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the room.
"Ron has some talking to do with those two.... Besides, we have our own talking to do, Mr. Potter," Hermione said, folding her arms across her chest.
"Lead the way, Miss Granger."
Hermione smirked when she felt him slip an arm around her waist.
They heard Ron yell something along the lines of, "BOYFRIEND?!", which in turn caused Mrs. Black's portrait to begin screeching.
Hermione led Harry into her room and shut and locked the door behind herself.
Harry grinned at her in disbelief.
"Hermione!" Ginny yelled.
Hermione rolled her eyes in agitation. "This has to be some kind of damn, God-forsaken conspiracy!" she exclaimed.
Harry held back a laugh as she left the room in a huff.
"What, Ginny?" Hermione gritted out through clenched teeth.
Ginny recoiled nervously, and Hermione noticed Ron and Malfoy trying to hold in a laugh.
"WHAT, Ginny?" Hermione repeated.
Breathe, breathe, Hermione thought calmly, not that it was working. 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... 8... 9... 10!!!
"I'm leaving if you don't tell me right NOW," Hermione continued.
"U-Uh... c-can Malfoy... I-I mean D-Draco... u-use our room?" Ginny stuttered. Hermione was frightening when she was mad, and the young redhead had no intentions of dying under the gaze of the brunette that day.
Hermione closed her eyes. "Of course he can, Ginny."
She turned on her heel and raced back upstairs.
"So, this is the infamous trio when they're not at school, huh?" Malfoy asked.
Ron controlled his urge to scowl at the platinum-blond haired boy.
Hermione found Harry asleep on her bed when she got back upstairs.
She gave out a loud sigh, careful not wake the sleeping teen wizard.
Hermione approached the bed cautiously and laid down next to him in the crook of his arm, with her hand resting on his stomach. Today had been one hell of a long day, and knew that both she and Harry needed the rest.
A/N: Don't have time for individual reviews. I'll do it next chapter. This story is winding down. It should be done in a few chapters! Sad, but true. Um, I guess that's all. I'll post sometime this week again if I have time!