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The two heads arrived in Draco's room. He was shocked to think that, only a little while ago, he was thinking about a shower and dinner. He held the still Hermione in his arms, and wondered if he should get the Headmaster before going to the hospital wing. He felt Hermione stir, and decided that she was in more need of help.
He walked out of his room, and headed towards the portrait. As he was leaving, he heard Crysania's voice behind him.
"Her body will be fine. It is her soul that you must worry about." She said, her silky voice washing over him.
"How did you know what happened?" Draco asked, turning around to face her. He was much more interested in how she knew, rather then what she said.
"I know everything that happens within the head dorm. I saw what you saw within the mirror." She explained to him.
"Oh. I guess that makes sense." Draco said.
"She needs to get to the hospital wing. I will distract you no more. Until we meet again." Crysania said.
"Yes." Was all Draco could think of saying. His mind was much too occupied with thoughts of Hermione to think of something even remotely intelligent to say.
Draco raced down the corridors and down the stairs, thankful that all the students were at dinner. Otherwise the throng of students, all asking questions as to why the head boy was running through the school, carrying an unconscious head girl in his arms, might impede his way.
He made it to the infirmary rather quickly, his legs carrying him faster then he could have imagined. He rushed through the doors, startling Madam Pomfrey, who was tending to a student who, by the looks of it, had a broken arm. At the sight of Draco, carrying Hermione's still form, the mediwitch stopped what she was doing and rushed over.
"What's happened?' the mediwitch cried, directing Draco to lay the girl down on the nearest bed.
"I don't mean to sound rude, but I cant, or rather, wont tell you. That's for Hermione to decide whether or not you should know." Draco said, half afraid of the reaction from the formidable witch.
The mediwitch shot him a look, but didn't say anything, for which Draco was relieved.
She removed Draco's cloak from Hermione's body, the gashes and blood visible from where Draco stood, and she gasped. She quickly set the cloak back down, and looked at Draco.
"Get the Headmaster immediately, and please close the curtain on your way out. This is not for you to see." She said, readying her wand to heal the wounds.
"I'm already here Poppy. What's that matter?" Professor Dumbledore said, coming up behind Draco.
The witch looked relieved to see the Headmaster, but shot a look at Draco, that clearly said 'out, now'.
"Now now, Poppy, I believe that Mister Malfoy can be here, since he was, in fact, the one to find her." Dumbledore said, noticing the look she gave.
"But, sir, he's refused to tell me what happened, therefore making it harder for me to heal her." Poppy said, shooting a scathing glance at Draco.
Professor Dumbledore looked at Draco for a long while. Draco felt as if his mind was being read.
"You'll just have to do your best, Poppy. I believe that Mister Malfoy has every right not to say anything since he is not Miss. Granger's guardian. You will just have to have Miss Granger tell you, if she wants to, when she awakens." Dumbledore said, turning to fix his gaze on Hermione.
He walked over to her and was about to reach over to pull the cloak off her small body when Madam Pomfrey's voice stopped him.
"Sir! You don't want to do that." She cried, her voice high pitched. She rushed over to Dumbledore side and pushed him out of the tiny cubicle.
"This is no place for a man's eyes, Headmaster. The cloak is the only thing keeping her decent." The mediwitch said, shooing both Dumbledore and Draco away from the Head girl.
"Well, in that case, Poppy, Mister Malfoy and I will leave you to your work. Alert both of us should her condition change." Dumbledore said, and then turned his eyes to Draco. "Id like you to come with me to my office, if possible, after dinner. Also, I wouldn't be mentioning the Head Girl's return to anyone. It might be rather unsettling to some certain individuals."
"Yes, Headmaster." Draco said, and, after a longing look at the curtains that hid Hermione, he left the Hospital wing, noticing how famished he was on the way.
Dinner was good, as usual. Draco felt disconnected to his fellow students, especially since he couldn't talk about what was bothering him to anyone. He could feel both Pansy and Blaise giving him worried looks, and knew that they wondered what made the Slytherin Prince so quiet. He left dinner early, having eaten quickly so as to leave quickly. He didn't relish the idea of the other 2/3 of the dream team asking him about his motives towards Hermione. He also didn't relish the idea of going to see the Headmaster. He knew what the conversation would entail, and he also knew that he wouldn't share the details of what had happened. Consequences be dammed.
Draco took his time walking to the gargoyles, which guarded the headmaster's office. He was thankful that he didn't see many students, making his walk more enjoyable. His thoughts were disjointed between anger, sadness and an overwhelming desire to protect Hermione.
Draco reached the entrance, said the password, and climbed the stairs to the real door. When he knocked, he heard other voices. He hoped that he wouldn't have to deal with questions from more then one person. He didn't like confrontation, and that's what he thought this was.
He walked into the office, after he was given permission. He took the offered seat across from Dumbledore, and looked expectantly at the headmaster, trying to discern the look in his twinkling eyes, beneath the half moon glasses.
"Well, Draco, I suppose you're wondering why you're here." At Draco's nod, he continued. 'I know that you wont tell me about what happened today, in the forest near Miss. Granger's house, that is for her to tell. However, I would like to know how you got there. As I'm sure that you know, you cannot apparate, or disapparate onto Hogwarts grounds, which is why I'm wondering how you did it."
Draco looked at his Headmaster, perplexed. Apparate? He didn't apparate. "Sir, I didn't apparate. I don't have my license, and even if I did, I would not have been able to carry Hermione with me." Draco said.
"Would you care to explain how you did it then? I'm quite curious to know." Dumbledore said, his blue eyes still twinkling.
"Years ago, I was given a charm, well, two charms actually, by an old hag. She told me that I would give it to someone that I cared about, even when I didn't care about myself. It heats up, to the point of burning whenever the person wearing the other is in danger. It came with an incantation so that, if it ever did heat up, the two charms would be brought back together, therefore, I suppose, transporting me to where she was." Draco said, explaining it to himself, as well as the Headmaster.
"And what, may I ask, is the incantation?" Dumbledore asked, his eyes betraying his eagerness for new knowledge.
" It is 'una diligo,'" Draco said, making sure that he wasn't holding the pendant.
"I see. Excellent. Now, I must ask again, that you do not mention Hermione's presence here. It would baffle certain friends of her's, and I don't believe that she will be ready to tell them the truth. Professor McGonagall will be going to her parents house tonight, to give a formal apology, as well as to get her things." Dumbledore stood up, Draco doing the same. "Now, I suggest that you ease your mind. I'm sure that Madam Pomfrey will be glad to give you a dreamless sleep potion, should you want it."
"Thank you, Professor Dumbledore." Draco said, and left the office, making his way to the hospital wing. He decided that a dreamless sleep was just what he needed.
