Hermione's POV
Hermione stood next to Malfoy looking after her dreaded potions professor as he fled the room.
"Wonder what's gotten into him." She turned at the sound of one of her best friends, Harry's, voice.
"I don't know…" She replied, with a slight dazed look on her face. She shook her head and started to walk to the door. "Let's get out of here."
They walked the hallways as Ron and Harry rambled on about when the first Quidditch meeting would be. Hermione stopped outside her common room. "I think I'm going to lay down for a bit, I'm awfully tried. I'll see you guys at dinner."
"Ok, Mione, you know if something's bothering you you can talk to us…"
"Yes, yes, I know, Harry. There's nothing wrong, I'm just tried."
"Ok, Mione, see you at dinner then." Harry and Ron continued on their way to their own common room.
Hermione turned to the portrait and muttered the password "together" before stepping through the opening. She walked over to the couch and collapsed in exhaustion. Her head had no sooner hit the pillow before she was fast asleep. She lay there giving way to her dreams, that of course, were filled with Malfoy's face. Time passed her by. Unbeknownst to her, Draco entered the room shortly after he had finished dinner.
Draco's POV
Draco glanced around the common room. He saw Hermione's books and quills carelessly thrown onto the floor. He 'tsk'd' while he walked over to where they lay. He gathered her school supplies in his arms and placed them onto the table next to one of the armchairs. As he stood back up he caught sight of something in the corner of his eye. He carefully turned around, his hand on his wand. He dropped his hand when he saw her. Hermione was curled up at one end of the couch. She looked so peaceful as she blissfully slept away in ignorance of his presence. He watched as she twitched slightly, due to dreaming no doubt. A single strand of hair fell down over her face. Draco raised his hand as he stepped closer. If he could just brush it away… Just as his hand reached her face he pulled back, startled at his actions. Instead he shook her awake. He had to get rid of the temptation. She waved his hand away and grumbled something that resembled "five more minutes, mom." A slight smile etched its way onto Draco's lips. He shook her once more. This time her eyes fluttered opened. She lay there regaining consciousness when her eyes finally focused on whom had woken her. She sat up with a look of horror and tried desperately to smooth out her robes. She looked up at Draco.
"What do you want?" she spat, obviously mad at having been woken and having been found asleep in the first place.
"I wanted you awake so you could remove your filthy shoes from off the couch. We can't have you ruining the furniture now can we?" he smirked at her.
"Oh, sod off, Malfoy."
"Tsk, tsk, remember your manners, Granger." he taunted.
She let out a sigh. "For once you may be right, as much as I don't want to admit it. Since we are forced to be in each other's presence we should offer a truce." She held out her hand. Visions of the last time Draco had offered his hand flashed before his eyes. He could still feel the anger of being turned down, even if it was just Potter. 'Who knows, maybe things could have been different…' He came out of his thoughts and raised his hand to meet hers.
"Now, I'm not promising anything here, Malfoy's don't promise."
"Yes, well, just remember if you break the truce I will retaliate."
"Oh, I'm so scared." He rolled his eyes.
"Oh, you should be." Hermione said and then, surprising not only Draco but herself, she stuck out her tongue at him. The look of shock on Draco's face caused Hermione to break down laughing. He couldn't resist joining in. Hermione looked up in shock at hearing the Slytherin prince laugh. "You should do that more often."
Draco paused laughing and looked at her in confusion. "Do what?"
"Laugh. You have a nice laugh." Hermione quickly lowered her gaze as she realized what she had said. Draco looked on in amusement as she blushed. "I should really start on that paper Professor Binns assigned us." she said. She quickly stood up, keeping her eyes on anything but Draco. She walked over to the bookcase and crouched down. Her eyes scanned the case for the book that would aid her in her essay on one of the many goblin rebellions. Draco stood behind her watching her as she searched. He kept thinking of how he himself should be starting on his own report but his feet were rooted right where he was. He watched as Hermione's hand hovered over each title as she contemplated whether or not it held the golden information she searched for. Her hand finally came to rest on the binding of a promising looking book. She started to pull it out when Draco regained his voice and said,
"You won't find anything of use in that. We have it in the library at the manor. I've read it and it's completely invalid information."
Hermione stiffened and jumped up in surprise. Her hand flew away from the book. She turned to meet the person whom she had failed to notice behind her. As she turned her foot caught on the previously discarded book that she had left on the ground from the night before. Her ankle twisted and with a sickening crack she fell unto Draco. Both screamed, Draco from the shock of having someone land on him and Hermione from the pain. Hermione lay on top of Draco with her eyes closed and with tears forming on the ends of her lashes. Draco tried unsuccessfully to get up. He shook Hermione. "Come on, Hermione, I'll help you to your room." He looked down at her, expecting her to pull herself up off of him. When she didn't move at all he began to get worried. He tried shaking her again but to of no avail. He checked her pulse, relieved to find that she had one. 'Oh, shit she must be knocked out cold.' He tried once again to get up but found it near impossible without pushing Hermione onto floor. He sighed, for some reason he just couldn't leave her. He tried to get up again, this time cradling Hermione in his arms. He stumbled over to the door, adjusting her weight so he could walk without falling down. He rushed as fast he could through the halls, ignoring the fact that it was now past curfew. He came quickly into the Infirmary. He wasn't through the door more than 5 seconds before Madame Pomfrey ran up to him demanding to know what had happened.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER, MR. MALFOY?!?" her voice echoed through the empty room.
"I didn't do anything." he replied with a hurt look on his face. "If I had done it you don't honestly think I would have brought her here do you? Even I have more sense than that." he smirked at her.
"Just set her on the bed, Mr. Malfoy." He carefully laid her down, making sure she was sat at a comfortable angle before he stepped back to allow Pomfrey to work. She rushed over her, checking to make sure she wasn't harmed. After she concluded that Hermione was indeed just passed out, she looked her over to try to find what had caused it. She caught sight of Draco standing in the corner watching her.
"Well, do you have any idea what could have caused this?"
"Um, she tripped over a book and twisted her ankle. It sounded like it broke, maybe she passed out due to pain?" he answered with a shrug of his shoulders.
"Hmm, yes, could very well be. Well, I can fix that easy enough." She went over to the cabinet and pulled out the Skele-gro potion and one to regain her consciousness. Once she administered it Hermione woke up with a dazed look on her face. Before Hermione could ask any questions the vial of Skele-gro was being poured down her throat.
"There you go, deary. Since it's just your ankle it will be healed in over 12 hours so you won't miss to much of your classes. Now you just rest, and you," she pointed to Draco, "need to leave."
"No, if you don't mind, Madame Pomfrey, I want him to stay for a few minutes. I want to know what happened." Pomfrey looked disapprovingly at the students.
"Fine, he may stay for five minutes. But he had better be gone by then." She turned on her heal and walked out.
"Draco, what happened? I remember looking for a book but then it's all black…"
He slowly walked over to her bedside and looking down at her he said, "I scared you, you fell over a book and landed on me." He lowered his gaze. 'God, why am I freaking out like this? Why didn't I just leave her where she was in the first place?'
"I, I'm sorry. How did I get down here?" she looked up trying to meet his gaze. She caught it for a brief second before he lowered his head.
"I, I levitated you here. It's no big deal. You owe me for losing a nights sleep," 'Yet again' he thought. He turned on his heal and started towards the door.
"Well, um, thanks Draco." Hermione's voice came through the empty room as he closed the doors. 'She called me Draco.' he thought as he started down the hallway toward his room.
Hermione's POV
Hermione lay back in her bed. She was, for the first time today, awake with no chance of falling asleep. 'It figures, the one time I am suppose to sleep I can't' she mused to herself. She lay there thinking of what classes she would miss in the morning when she realized that she had missed dinner. 'Oh no, now Ron and Harry will be even more worried. I don't what to tell them. I don't even know what's going on.' she placed her head in her hands.
"I don't know what got into that boy, Miss Granger, but I'll admit it was awfully nice of him to carry you down here. Although for the life of me I can't figure out why he didn't just place a charm on you instead of carrying you like a muggle." Madame Pomfrey stood at the end of Hermione's bed.
"He, he carried me? But he said he levitated me." Hermione shook her head. This was all so confusing.
"Levitate you, dear? Oh, no, that would have been the sensible thing to do but no he had you in his arms." she responded with a look of curiosity directed toward Hermione. Hermione had no response to that. Instead she drifted deep into thought, not even noticing when Pomfrey left the room. 'Why had he not used a charm?' 'Maybe he wasn't thinking?' 'It's not like he cares for me so why should he not have been thinking?' 'Has he ever said he doesn't care for you?' 'Well, not in those exact words but he called me Mudblood for all those years and totally tormented me, definitely not signs that he likes me, in fact he hates me.' 'But has he done any of that of late?' her mind fell blank. She often had these conversations with her inner self in times of confusion, and it always seemed to win. She couldn't think of a recent time when he had hurt her. 'Maybe he changed…'
Madame Pomfrey came back in through the doors, disturbed to see her patient still awake in these early morning hours. "What's wrong, dear? Can't you sleep?"
"No, I'm just not very tired anymore, Madame."
"Well, I can fix that, you need all the sleep you can get." she walked over to the cabinet and pulled yet another potion down. As she neared Hermione was able to read the label. It was a sleeping potion. She drank it down and within seconds was fast asleep. She slept peacefully all night, without dreams for once. She woke to the sound of Madame Pomfrey greeting some early morning guests. Harry and Ron came running into the Infirmary over to Hermione's bedside.
"Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, no running!" came her unheeded warning.
"Mione! We came as soon as we could. Are you alright?"
"Yea, Mione, we tried to come earlier but we couldn't get in and Harry didn't think to bring his cloak so we could sneak in."
"I'm just fine, you guys."
"We were so worried when we heard, especially since it was that ferret that told us you were here." Harry said, with noticeable worry in his voice.
"Dra-er- Malfoy told you I was here?"
"Yea, we were awaken by the Fat Lady screaming something about a trespasser lingering outside. We got up to inspect it just to find the ferret pacing the floor outside the portrait. He looked up when we came out and practically screamed that you were in the Infirmary. He told us not to bother coming last night because Pomfrey wouldn't let us in. Then he just turned around and stalked back to your dorm like nothing had happened. What did he do to you, Mione? I'll kill him." Harry said with venom dripping from the last statement. Hermione had no doubt that he would.
"Relax, Harry, I just tripped over a book and broke my ankle. He brought me here. That's all. No need to get all worked up over it."
"He brought you here? Hmm… maybe that git isn't all bad, or at least had a moment where he actually had a heart." Harry laughed.
Ron just glared at Harry. "Ferret face have a heart? Ha, that's a good one. I bet he put that book there just to trip her so he could look like a hero."
"Oh, Ron." Hermione just shook her head. "You guys better get to breakfast. I'll see you at lunch, I should be able to leave by then."
"Ok, Mione. See you then." Ron and Harry said in unison, before turning to leave for breakfast.
AN Thanks ssssooo much for the reviews! They really mean a lot to me. Sorry this chapter is kinda short but I ran out of ideas. I'll try to keep updating as soon as possible but I can't promise anything… I'm kinda stuck on what to do with the next chapter. Any ideas would be really appreciated! THANKS AGAIN! moseysdragon
Hermione stood next to Malfoy looking after her dreaded potions professor as he fled the room.
"Wonder what's gotten into him." She turned at the sound of one of her best friends, Harry's, voice.
"I don't know…" She replied, with a slight dazed look on her face. She shook her head and started to walk to the door. "Let's get out of here."
They walked the hallways as Ron and Harry rambled on about when the first Quidditch meeting would be. Hermione stopped outside her common room. "I think I'm going to lay down for a bit, I'm awfully tried. I'll see you guys at dinner."
"Ok, Mione, you know if something's bothering you you can talk to us…"
"Yes, yes, I know, Harry. There's nothing wrong, I'm just tried."
"Ok, Mione, see you at dinner then." Harry and Ron continued on their way to their own common room.
Hermione turned to the portrait and muttered the password "together" before stepping through the opening. She walked over to the couch and collapsed in exhaustion. Her head had no sooner hit the pillow before she was fast asleep. She lay there giving way to her dreams, that of course, were filled with Malfoy's face. Time passed her by. Unbeknownst to her, Draco entered the room shortly after he had finished dinner.
Draco's POV
Draco glanced around the common room. He saw Hermione's books and quills carelessly thrown onto the floor. He 'tsk'd' while he walked over to where they lay. He gathered her school supplies in his arms and placed them onto the table next to one of the armchairs. As he stood back up he caught sight of something in the corner of his eye. He carefully turned around, his hand on his wand. He dropped his hand when he saw her. Hermione was curled up at one end of the couch. She looked so peaceful as she blissfully slept away in ignorance of his presence. He watched as she twitched slightly, due to dreaming no doubt. A single strand of hair fell down over her face. Draco raised his hand as he stepped closer. If he could just brush it away… Just as his hand reached her face he pulled back, startled at his actions. Instead he shook her awake. He had to get rid of the temptation. She waved his hand away and grumbled something that resembled "five more minutes, mom." A slight smile etched its way onto Draco's lips. He shook her once more. This time her eyes fluttered opened. She lay there regaining consciousness when her eyes finally focused on whom had woken her. She sat up with a look of horror and tried desperately to smooth out her robes. She looked up at Draco.
"What do you want?" she spat, obviously mad at having been woken and having been found asleep in the first place.
"I wanted you awake so you could remove your filthy shoes from off the couch. We can't have you ruining the furniture now can we?" he smirked at her.
"Oh, sod off, Malfoy."
"Tsk, tsk, remember your manners, Granger." he taunted.
She let out a sigh. "For once you may be right, as much as I don't want to admit it. Since we are forced to be in each other's presence we should offer a truce." She held out her hand. Visions of the last time Draco had offered his hand flashed before his eyes. He could still feel the anger of being turned down, even if it was just Potter. 'Who knows, maybe things could have been different…' He came out of his thoughts and raised his hand to meet hers.
"Now, I'm not promising anything here, Malfoy's don't promise."
"Yes, well, just remember if you break the truce I will retaliate."
"Oh, I'm so scared." He rolled his eyes.
"Oh, you should be." Hermione said and then, surprising not only Draco but herself, she stuck out her tongue at him. The look of shock on Draco's face caused Hermione to break down laughing. He couldn't resist joining in. Hermione looked up in shock at hearing the Slytherin prince laugh. "You should do that more often."
Draco paused laughing and looked at her in confusion. "Do what?"
"Laugh. You have a nice laugh." Hermione quickly lowered her gaze as she realized what she had said. Draco looked on in amusement as she blushed. "I should really start on that paper Professor Binns assigned us." she said. She quickly stood up, keeping her eyes on anything but Draco. She walked over to the bookcase and crouched down. Her eyes scanned the case for the book that would aid her in her essay on one of the many goblin rebellions. Draco stood behind her watching her as she searched. He kept thinking of how he himself should be starting on his own report but his feet were rooted right where he was. He watched as Hermione's hand hovered over each title as she contemplated whether or not it held the golden information she searched for. Her hand finally came to rest on the binding of a promising looking book. She started to pull it out when Draco regained his voice and said,
"You won't find anything of use in that. We have it in the library at the manor. I've read it and it's completely invalid information."
Hermione stiffened and jumped up in surprise. Her hand flew away from the book. She turned to meet the person whom she had failed to notice behind her. As she turned her foot caught on the previously discarded book that she had left on the ground from the night before. Her ankle twisted and with a sickening crack she fell unto Draco. Both screamed, Draco from the shock of having someone land on him and Hermione from the pain. Hermione lay on top of Draco with her eyes closed and with tears forming on the ends of her lashes. Draco tried unsuccessfully to get up. He shook Hermione. "Come on, Hermione, I'll help you to your room." He looked down at her, expecting her to pull herself up off of him. When she didn't move at all he began to get worried. He tried shaking her again but to of no avail. He checked her pulse, relieved to find that she had one. 'Oh, shit she must be knocked out cold.' He tried once again to get up but found it near impossible without pushing Hermione onto floor. He sighed, for some reason he just couldn't leave her. He tried to get up again, this time cradling Hermione in his arms. He stumbled over to the door, adjusting her weight so he could walk without falling down. He rushed as fast he could through the halls, ignoring the fact that it was now past curfew. He came quickly into the Infirmary. He wasn't through the door more than 5 seconds before Madame Pomfrey ran up to him demanding to know what had happened.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER, MR. MALFOY?!?" her voice echoed through the empty room.
"I didn't do anything." he replied with a hurt look on his face. "If I had done it you don't honestly think I would have brought her here do you? Even I have more sense than that." he smirked at her.
"Just set her on the bed, Mr. Malfoy." He carefully laid her down, making sure she was sat at a comfortable angle before he stepped back to allow Pomfrey to work. She rushed over her, checking to make sure she wasn't harmed. After she concluded that Hermione was indeed just passed out, she looked her over to try to find what had caused it. She caught sight of Draco standing in the corner watching her.
"Well, do you have any idea what could have caused this?"
"Um, she tripped over a book and twisted her ankle. It sounded like it broke, maybe she passed out due to pain?" he answered with a shrug of his shoulders.
"Hmm, yes, could very well be. Well, I can fix that easy enough." She went over to the cabinet and pulled out the Skele-gro potion and one to regain her consciousness. Once she administered it Hermione woke up with a dazed look on her face. Before Hermione could ask any questions the vial of Skele-gro was being poured down her throat.
"There you go, deary. Since it's just your ankle it will be healed in over 12 hours so you won't miss to much of your classes. Now you just rest, and you," she pointed to Draco, "need to leave."
"No, if you don't mind, Madame Pomfrey, I want him to stay for a few minutes. I want to know what happened." Pomfrey looked disapprovingly at the students.
"Fine, he may stay for five minutes. But he had better be gone by then." She turned on her heal and walked out.
"Draco, what happened? I remember looking for a book but then it's all black…"
He slowly walked over to her bedside and looking down at her he said, "I scared you, you fell over a book and landed on me." He lowered his gaze. 'God, why am I freaking out like this? Why didn't I just leave her where she was in the first place?'
"I, I'm sorry. How did I get down here?" she looked up trying to meet his gaze. She caught it for a brief second before he lowered his head.
"I, I levitated you here. It's no big deal. You owe me for losing a nights sleep," 'Yet again' he thought. He turned on his heal and started towards the door.
"Well, um, thanks Draco." Hermione's voice came through the empty room as he closed the doors. 'She called me Draco.' he thought as he started down the hallway toward his room.
Hermione's POV
Hermione lay back in her bed. She was, for the first time today, awake with no chance of falling asleep. 'It figures, the one time I am suppose to sleep I can't' she mused to herself. She lay there thinking of what classes she would miss in the morning when she realized that she had missed dinner. 'Oh no, now Ron and Harry will be even more worried. I don't what to tell them. I don't even know what's going on.' she placed her head in her hands.
"I don't know what got into that boy, Miss Granger, but I'll admit it was awfully nice of him to carry you down here. Although for the life of me I can't figure out why he didn't just place a charm on you instead of carrying you like a muggle." Madame Pomfrey stood at the end of Hermione's bed.
"He, he carried me? But he said he levitated me." Hermione shook her head. This was all so confusing.
"Levitate you, dear? Oh, no, that would have been the sensible thing to do but no he had you in his arms." she responded with a look of curiosity directed toward Hermione. Hermione had no response to that. Instead she drifted deep into thought, not even noticing when Pomfrey left the room. 'Why had he not used a charm?' 'Maybe he wasn't thinking?' 'It's not like he cares for me so why should he not have been thinking?' 'Has he ever said he doesn't care for you?' 'Well, not in those exact words but he called me Mudblood for all those years and totally tormented me, definitely not signs that he likes me, in fact he hates me.' 'But has he done any of that of late?' her mind fell blank. She often had these conversations with her inner self in times of confusion, and it always seemed to win. She couldn't think of a recent time when he had hurt her. 'Maybe he changed…'
Madame Pomfrey came back in through the doors, disturbed to see her patient still awake in these early morning hours. "What's wrong, dear? Can't you sleep?"
"No, I'm just not very tired anymore, Madame."
"Well, I can fix that, you need all the sleep you can get." she walked over to the cabinet and pulled yet another potion down. As she neared Hermione was able to read the label. It was a sleeping potion. She drank it down and within seconds was fast asleep. She slept peacefully all night, without dreams for once. She woke to the sound of Madame Pomfrey greeting some early morning guests. Harry and Ron came running into the Infirmary over to Hermione's bedside.
"Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, no running!" came her unheeded warning.
"Mione! We came as soon as we could. Are you alright?"
"Yea, Mione, we tried to come earlier but we couldn't get in and Harry didn't think to bring his cloak so we could sneak in."
"I'm just fine, you guys."
"We were so worried when we heard, especially since it was that ferret that told us you were here." Harry said, with noticeable worry in his voice.
"Dra-er- Malfoy told you I was here?"
"Yea, we were awaken by the Fat Lady screaming something about a trespasser lingering outside. We got up to inspect it just to find the ferret pacing the floor outside the portrait. He looked up when we came out and practically screamed that you were in the Infirmary. He told us not to bother coming last night because Pomfrey wouldn't let us in. Then he just turned around and stalked back to your dorm like nothing had happened. What did he do to you, Mione? I'll kill him." Harry said with venom dripping from the last statement. Hermione had no doubt that he would.
"Relax, Harry, I just tripped over a book and broke my ankle. He brought me here. That's all. No need to get all worked up over it."
"He brought you here? Hmm… maybe that git isn't all bad, or at least had a moment where he actually had a heart." Harry laughed.
Ron just glared at Harry. "Ferret face have a heart? Ha, that's a good one. I bet he put that book there just to trip her so he could look like a hero."
"Oh, Ron." Hermione just shook her head. "You guys better get to breakfast. I'll see you at lunch, I should be able to leave by then."
"Ok, Mione. See you then." Ron and Harry said in unison, before turning to leave for breakfast.
AN Thanks ssssooo much for the reviews! They really mean a lot to me. Sorry this chapter is kinda short but I ran out of ideas. I'll try to keep updating as soon as possible but I can't promise anything… I'm kinda stuck on what to do with the next chapter. Any ideas would be really appreciated! THANKS AGAIN! moseysdragon