Diclaimer. Not mine.
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Draco woke up and looked around. White sheets, white P.J's, and white curtains. He must be in the Hospital wing. He slowly sat up, and looked around. The sun was just starting to stream in the windows. He couldn't see anyone, and assumed that it was before breakfast. He tried to remember why he was here, when he noticed the pain in his hand. He looked down, and saw the bandages, and the memories flooded back. Hermione.
Why had he said that? Right to her face? Granted, he had to admit, although only to himself, that he did fancy Hermione, but it wasn't anything big. Or, well, it shouldn't be anything big. Sure, she was exactly what he was looking for in a girl, but she was, well, he hated to even think these things, but she was a mudblood. She was not something that his father would approve of, even if Voldemort had been defeated. His father had ways of making people do stupid things, and believe things that weren't true. Draco knew that Hermione would be welcomed into the family is she was pureblood. His mother would like Hermione regardless. It was just his father.
Draco tore himself from his musings when Madam Pomfrey walked into the room. She walked right to Draco, and examined his hand.
"I think, Mr. Malfoy, that you are quite well enough to leave today. However, you must keep the bandages on, and avoid using that had if at all possible. If you feel any discomfort, or the wounds reopen, you must come here immediately. Understood?"
"Yes, Madam Pomfrey. It wont happen again." Draco said, and changed back into his own robes after the mediwitch had left. He left the Hospital wing, and slowly made his way back to his dorm. What would he tell Hermione? She would know what had happened, she wasn't stupid. He was pulled from his musings, yet again, but this time by Dumbledore.
"Good Morning Mr. Malfoy. How are you on this fine morning? I trust that Madame Pomfrey healed your hand quite nicely?" Dumbledore said, the familiar twinkle in his eye.
'Yes, Professor. My hand is doing much better." Draco said.
"Excellent. Now, about that mirror that you broke. It is not a problem that you broke it, but I need to replace the magical charm on it. Shall I do that now?" Dumbledore asked, turning to head towards the Head's dorm.
"Charm? Sir, what charm? I thought it was magical, but it didn't say anything to me, so I forgot about it." Draco was confused.
"Oh, yes, I assume that neither you nor Miss. Granger figured out the charm, since you have not yet covered this spell in your class. I will tell you, but only when I can tell Miss. Granger as well, as she has every right to know." Dumbledore said, walked up to Crysania.
"Good Morning Headmaster. Good morning Master Malfoy. Have we some issues to deal with?" Crysania's silky voice said.
"Good morning my dear. No issues out of the ordinary. I'm sure that you know why I'm here, as you do know everything that goes on here." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled again.
"Yes, I do, don't I? I wish you luck headmaster. Password?"
"Raistlyn" Draco whispered, even though he knew that the Headmaster could get into any of the rooms in the castle, password or not.
The two walked into the common room to see Hermione at a desk, writing and drinking a cup of coffee. She looked up when she heard the portrait open, and her jaw dropped to see the Headmaster.
"Good morning Sir." Hermione stumbled over the words. It was too early for her, well, it wasn't early, but she hadn't slept the best. She had had weird dreams about people with bloody hands.
"Good morning Miss. Granger. I trust that you are well this morning?"
"Yes, Headmaster. I am quite well." Hermione replied.
"As I'm sure that you know, Mr. Malfoy had a slight accident last night, that involved his fist and a certain magical mirror. I am here to replace the lost charm on said mirror, and to inform you both of the charm. It will be most helpful for the both of you." Dumbledore said, walking up the stairs towards Draco's room. He walked into the room, with both Draco and Hermione trailing behind.
"Now, this mirror, and, Miss Granger, the one in your room, has been charmed. I assume that Miss. Granger, your mirror is in fine condition. This one is not." He pointed towards the mirror, which was in one piece, but lacked the magical buzz that charmed objects posses.
"Undique vigilo" Dumbledore said, still pointing to the mirror.
The familiar magical buzz returned once the spell was done. The mirror looked as it had before, but as said, had that buzz.
"What did that mean Professor?" Hermione asked.
"It translates to ever watchful. It's Latin. It means that you can see everything that goes on here. With some exceptions, of course. You may watch the students in the halls, and the Great Hall, You can see them while in their common rooms. You can see each other, and the teachers, if you so desire. You cannot see the student's rooms, or the teachers. There is a protection on it that wards against any nudity, as well as the showers. Between these mirrors, you can talk to each other, as well as myself, Professor Snape and McGonagall. They both have mirrors that have the same charm, but they only work if the intended person is in the range of their own mirror. Understand?" Both Heads nodded. "Good. Now, are there any questions? No? Well, in that case, I shall see you two in the Great hall at breakfast."
Dumbledore let himself out of the common room, leaving a still shocked Hermione, and a confused Draco. Why hadn't he known about the charm?
"Well, Draco, I would ask about your accident, but I'm sure that I would get nowhere. So, if you'll excuse me, Ill be off." Hermione said, turning on her heel, and walking towards her own room.
'How could I have not figured that charm out? I'm the smartest witch of the year!' Hermione thought, heading into her shower. 'Why did Draco brake his mirror? Was that the crash that I heard last night? Why did I dream about bloody fists?'
Hermione finished her shower, not finding any answers to her questions. She got dressed, grabbed her things, and walked to the portrait door. She was stopped by Draco.
"Hermione. I'm sorry. Don't be mad at me. I want to talk to you tonight. Can you meet me here after dinner?" Draco said quietly.
"Yes, I think that I can. I have no reason to be mad at you Draco. Ill see you tonight then. Bye" Hermione said, wondering if someone had taken over Draco's body, making him this nice.
