"Oh…Great. I'm stuck with a bookworm and now I have to help her." Draco said.
"You don't have to. I can handle myself…" she said, trying to get up.
"Do you want Analisse to kill me? I should take care of you, okay?" he said.
"Okay," she said, lying down on the bed.
"Wait right here. I'm going to get you an ice bag and lucky I have here an instant soup. Wanna try some?" he said.
"Okay, thanks."
Draco made some instant soup, went into his room to get a paracetamol and an ice bag.
"I'm back." He said.
"You know what, I don't know that you are a little bit responsible." Hermione said.
"I don't care…" he said.
"Why?"
"It's my first time to hear such praise. I've been raised on deceptions and lies…"
"But why?!"
"Don't ask, Granger. You'll never understand,"
"You're not a Death Eater, are you?"
"Of course not. I won't…Stop it, okay! Don't ask…"
"Where's my cousin?" she broke the silence between them.
"She'll b back here in a week or two. That's what she said."
"Hey! How would you like to come at the mall with me tomorrow? I'm buying stuffs to send Ron and… Oh.. Sorry. I forgot, you hate them…"
"No problem, I'll go with you…and drink this medicine. I'll be back to check you tonight. Wanna eat?"
"Sure…"