Damn Girl! :: Chapter Seven.

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Summary: See previous chapters.

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Chapter Seven: Just hanging Out

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Leaning against the wall outside the Great Hall, waiting for Potter and Weasley to exit. They sure were taking their sweet time, probably knew I was waiting.

The things I do for Hermione.

Thoughts of Hermione slipped back into my mind. Hermione rushing to me the moment I'd entered the room. I knew she'd been waiting for me. It must be hell for her in there. The image of Hermione's nurse holding her down to give her a needle wouldn't disappear from my mind, even when Potter and Weasley appeared.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" Potter asked, folding his arms.

"Look, Potter, I don't like you and you don't like me. We've settled that. But can't you just let me watch you, for Hermione. You're the one thing she's been worrying about when she's in there. She isn't getting better, she's just getting worse. She keeps telling me about someone attacking you. She thinks you're going to die," I finished, breathing heavily.

Potter and Weasley looked at him, taken aback.

"So you want to hang around us?" Weasley asked.

"No, Hermione wants me to," I corrected him. There would be no way I would voluntarily hang out with them, unless it was for Hermione.

"And this will help Hermione get better, right?" Potter asked, he seemed to be considering this.

"That's what I figure," I told them, although I had no clue. No-one knew how to cure Hermione, no-one.

"Well, I..."

"Harry, you can't be considering this. He's a Malfoy," Weasley butted in.

"He'll help Hermione," Potter told Weasley.

They were talking as if I wasn't there; I hated it when people did that.

"I am standing right here," I muttered.

Potter and Weasley turned to me, glaring. I held up my hands in defeat, not wanting to argue, and waited until they finished arguing.

Weasley finally admitted defeat. "Fine, you can hang out with us, Malfoy."

Sighing, I reminded him, "It isn't hanging out, it's watching."

"Whatever, just let's go," Potter muttered impatiently. Weasley and I raised an eyebrow at him. Shocked at having done the same action as Weasley at the same time I allowed Potter to order me to our next class, Potions.

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Avoiding Christina and Pansy had become quite a difficult task in the past two months. Without Hermione here it seemed as though they had a map to tell them exactly where I was. Spending time with Potter and Weasley helped slightly, as much as I hate to admit it.

What I even hated to admit was that Potter as bad a guy as I had thought.

That really pissed me off, because I was still angry at him for being such a dick to Hermione.

A few weeks after Potter and I started 'hanging out' we were on the quidditch pitch, having booked it for a little one on one.

Weasley sat in the stands, cheering on Potter and booing me in the process.

My vision took in the other side of the stands; Pansy and Christina were waving at me with their scarves wrapped around them tightly.

I immediately looked back at Potter; he raised an eyebrow at me then indicated the girls.

"You don't wanna know," I told him as Weasley released the golden snitch.

"Whatever you say," Potter grinned and zoomed after the snitch, his bloody Firebolt going a hell lot faster than my Nimbus Two-Thousand-and-one.

"Come on, Harry!" Weasley screamed from the stands, and then he turned to me, scowling. "You've got not chance, Malfoy!"

My eyes turned back to Christina and Pansy. A smirk appeared on Christina's face as she held up her hand, her wand in it. At first I though she was pointing it at me until I saw her eyes were pointed at Weasley.

"Shit," I hissed and turned over to look at Weasley, I hadn't noticed, but I had stopped flying, so had Potter.

The chest next to Weasley began shaking and suddenly burst open; one of the bludgers shot out of the chest and directed itself pointedly at Potter.

"Bloody hell," I hissed as Potter sat frozen on his broom. The guy has a Firebolt and he just sits there as a bludger races towards him?

I immediately lie down flat on my broom, heading directly at Potter. The bludger is almost at him, and Potter hasn't moved an inch.

"Fucking move it, Potter!" I call at him. He simply turns to face me, his eyes wide. At that moment I stop directly in front of him, just as the bludger crashed into my arm, knocking me from my broom.

I can't here myself screaming, but I know I am, it's just the wind is in my ears. My eyes try to focus on the ground, and all I can think of is if bloody Potter is okay. I know the ground is getting closer, and I should hit it any moment when suddenly a hand grabs onto mine and I slowly eased me onto the ground, only a few feet from where my body's suspended.

I lie down on the ground, looking up into the face of Potter.

"You... saved... me?" I asked, simply staring.

Potter shrugged. "You saved me too."

"Yeah, but..." I muttered, "... you don't even like me."

"Don't go thinking we're all friends now," Potter mutters, sitting on the ground next to me.

Chuckling, I sit up next to him, "Wouldn't dream of it."

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Quickly, I snap up in bed, something had just gone wrong, I could feel it. On cue, Abbie and another nurse rush into the room, needle at the ready.

I raise an eyebrow at them. "Are you kidding me? Do I look distressed?" I ask, lying back down in bed. "You guys need to find another way to put me down, I'll end up over-dosing if you just pump that shit into me," I said coolly, looking out the fake-window.

I knew they were fake, just like the ones at the Ministry of Magic, Harry had told me once; I'd been there, but I hadn't known they were actual fake, I thought it was just an image of what was actually happening outside, like the ceiling in the Great Hall at Hogwarts.

Abbie and her 'helper' exited the room, not giving me the needle, as it was obvious I did not need it. Though I did not sound distressed, didn't mean I wasn't. Something bad had happened, and it was the middle of the day, it couldn't be like my dream, that always happened at night, this had to be something else.

Hopefully, Draco had been there to prevent a disaster; hopefully.

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End Chapter...

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