Ok, I was on the other site this story is posted at, and I felt a little guilty. All those people, and all my reviewers here have been soooooo patient with me. I'm settled in here now, and I decided I was going to type and get as many chapters as I could out as quickly as possible. I have a 3 subject (108 page) notebook 4 pages from full. (I bought another one, no worries) So, that means I have to type this up so it can get posted. That's the hard part, but I'm working on it, just for you. Thank you so much for keeping me going. And without more of my babbling, here's chapter 13.

Chapter 13

Brutal Awakenings

After leaving Hermione, I went to dinner. Pansy, being her usual self threw herself all over me until I told her that her beloved little kitty would suffer a very painful death if she didn't leave me alone. To make a long story short, she did. My thoughts turned back to Hermione. She seemed so vulnerable in the infirmary. Something inside of me was yelling to protect her from the world. I couldn't explain it. I walked back up to my room and grabbed the book I'm supposed to read for muggle studies. It was called Armageddon Summer by two muggle authors, Jane Yolen and Bruce Coville. As much as I hated to admit it, it was actually pretty good. I walked back to the infirmary, intending to keep Hermione company if she had woken up. I walked in a frowned. She hadn't yet. I pulled up a chair and started reading.

About twenty minutes later, I looked up. Hermione's eyes were open, but they were cloudy and unfocused. She started shaking and I put the book down and stood up.

"Hey, Granger, are you ok?" I said it quietly, not wanting to tip off Madam Pomfrey. She kept trying to kick me out, but I kept coming back. I watched, but Hermione didn't respond. "Granger? Can you hear me?" Then she spoke and tears leaked out of her eyes.

"Why? Harry, why?" Her head tilted toward me, and her eyes caught mine. There was terror in her chocolate colored orbs, and it killed me inside. "Why did you do that to me? I told you… Why Harry? I thought you loved me?" I was confused. Why did she think I was Potter?

"What do you mean? Why did I do what? What did I do?" My Slytherin side had taken over, and now I wanted to know the details. She shook her head sadly, eyes not leaving mine.

"No, you said not to talk." Her head kept shaking, and I reached over to catch her hand, not quite understanding why I needed to. Suddenly, she froze and her eyes grew huge. "N-n-no! Don't touch me!" She started yelling.

"Don't touch me! Harry! Don't! Stay away!" Somehow, she had managed to move as far away from me as possible, and was pressed against the barrier. Madam Pomfrey showed up then.

"What's going on her, Mister Malfoy? What happened?" She opened the side drawer on Hermione's bedside table. She poured the liquid in a glass and tried to get Hermione to drink it. Granger pulled away. "Mister Malfoy, I need you to hold her down. She has to take it." I stepped over and to the bed, but stopped short. Hermione had pulled away from me again. "Mister Malfoy! We don't have all day!"

"I know!" I moved closer to the bed, and reached out and grabbed Hermione's wrists and pinned them to the bed. She pulled away hard, but I was much stronger. She kicked out and almost caught me in a sensitive area and I half-crawled on to the bed to trap her legs under mine.

"NO! Harry! Stop! Let me go! Don't! Please don't! Stop! Le-" Madame Pomfrey poured the drink into Hermione's mouth, then plugged her nose to make her swallow. She did, then continued yelling. "Go away! Stop!" Her cries became weaker, and she stopped yelling. Thinking it was ok to let her go, I moved my leg, leaving hers free. I regretted it instantly. She kicked out again and caught me in the only place she could hurt me. I breathed in sharply closing my eyes to the pain. I opened them to see her looking up at me, eyes suddenly clear. They widened a little when she realized who I was, then they closed and she fell asleep. I released her wrists, then gently maneuvered her back on to the pillow and covered her up.

"Mister Malfoy, you should have called me when she woke up. Kindly do so in the future." With that, Madam Pomfrey swept back to her office. I turned back to the bed to see Hermione curled up in a ball, as if to protect herself. I frowned, then picked up my book off the chair and resumed reading as if nothing had happened.

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There! Chapter 13! Be proud! I hope you all enjoy it. I beefed it up quite a bit from what I had written in my notebook. Anyway, leave me a review *wink nudge* and let me know what you think!

~WF + LA~