It was four in the morning when Draco started to wake up. Hermione was still working on him, although this time she was working on his face.
"Granger?" He whispered weakly.
"Where am I? Oww, my eye stings!" He said.
"Your in the Hospital Wing, and don't touch your eye it'll only make it worse." Hermione replied. She continued to heal up the nasty scars he received only just hours ago. He winced in pain.
"Sorry. How are you feeling?" She asked with much concern in her voice.
"Extremely sore. Where is Madame Pomphray?" He asked.
"I don't know. When we brought you in here she wasn't here."
"We?" He asked, confused.
"Harry, Ron, and I. They helped me bring you here. But being the selfish, immature kids they are didn't even stay to see if you were ok." Said Hermione.
"You stayed to see if I was ok?" He asked. He tried to sit up but couldn't.
"Yeah. I-I was worried. And also because I couldn't just leave you here in pain." She avoided his eyes and continued to clean his cuts.
"Thanks. So you saw the whole thing, huh?"
"Are you kidding me? The Whole school saw you! But there's one thing that I don't understand." She said.
"And what's that?" He asked slowly.
"How come you don't want to support The Dark Lord? I thought you were on the dark side?" She asked.
"Oh, well I just don't want to follow in my father's foot steps. I'm not as evil as you think. And besides what's the point in joining anyway? I mean it's not like you going to be any powerful right? I think people are afraid that he'll kill them if they don't." Hermione nodded in agreement.
"Has this ever happened before?" She asked, this time cleaning up his arms and legs.
"Has what ever happened before?" he asked.
"You know, has your father," Hermione stopped mid-sentence. She seemed to have trouble saying what she wanted to say.
"Hit me before?" He finished for her. Hermione nodded.
"Yeah. I-I guess that's why I am the way I am now. I guess that's why I take my anger out on other people."
"I know how you feel." Hermione whispered.
"What do you mean?" He asked confusingly.
"My father use to hit me to." She was avoiding his eyes again.
"Use to?" He asked once more.
"When I was younger he would always hit me for being 'a smart mouth' as he would put it. Whenever he would say something incorrect I would always correct him. He would always get mad and ask me questions like 'what do you think I am stupid?' then he would punch me." Hermione was on the verge of tears.
"So he doesn't hit you anymore because he knows it's wrong?" Draco asked stupidly. Hermoine laughed at this.
"Yeah right! No, he got a divorce with my mother last year. He moved out and got his own place. He's probably out getting himself drunk right now."
"I'm sorry." Draco whispered.
"It's ok. You know, I've never told anybody this before. Not even Harry and Ron. So why did I just tell you?" She asked slowly.
"Because you trust me." He replied. They stood there in silence for the longest of times while Hermione was finishing her work.
"You're done." Hermione broke the silence thirty minutes later.
"Thanks." Hermione as about to turn around and go, when Draco spoke.
"Hermione?" Hermione turned around.
"Yes?" She asked.
"Do you want to stay longer and talk?" He asked. Hermione turned around and sat on the end of Draco's bed with a big smile on her face. They sat there for hours and talked about their lives.
