Draco opened his eyes slowly. He felt drowsy, and dizzy. Infact he felt like crap. He was hurting all over, he was hungry, he was thirsty and he really, really needed to use the little wizard's room.
He tried to get up, but slumped back down again. His muscles seemed to be strained, continuously strained. He attempted to say something, but only a croak came out of his mouth. Merlin, he wanted to do some heavy cursing.
He twisted his entire body, straining himself immensely, to roll over. When he did, he let out a relieved sigh. Just a little more and he would be out of the bed. He turned just a little more, all his breath and energy escaping him in the process. With a final push he rolled of the bed and onto to the hard floor. "Arglvnelbh." He groaned, being unable to move any further.
He raised he head to scan the room, he was a few inches from the door, with some luck, he would be able to get there with one roll. Then, (master mind at work here) he could pull himself up, and walk (stumble really) to the bathroom. Brilliant plan, he thought personally, one problem, he could not even manage the one roll to the door.
He let his head drop back down again, regretting it instantly because the floor was not exactly a soft cushion, or clean for a matter. He figured he should just wait until he regained some energy…..or wait for some one to find him and help him to the bathroom, dear no, that would be humiliating for one, embarrassing for a second and completely unbearable for a third.
With those thoughts driving him, he rolled over to the door, and promptly hit his head.
"Bloody, fucking door!" he thought furiously, since he had no energy to curse.
He rested for a moment, trying to ignore his throbbing head, back, arm, leg, ass and ankle.
When he thought he could, he pulled himself slowly to standing position. Afraid that he would collapse soon, he held on to the door post with both hands. He stayed like that for a few minutes. He took a deep breath before risking a tiny step. It worked, very slowly; he shoveled down the hall, by every door, carefully opening to see if it was a toilet. Finally, by the third door he found his destination.
He pressed the door open and stumbled into the room, smacking his elbow into the hard floor. He gasped in pain, and cautiously lifted himself to a dog position. With his leg he pushed the door shut before collapsing again. Merlin, did he hoped the floor was clean!
Draco crawled over the floor to the toilet.
Then he did his little business (srry no details there : P).
He was halfway through when suddenly the door swung open.
Why did he not fucking lock it?
His head shot up, and only to meet the eyes of the one and only Granger.
"Ahhhhhhhhh" he cried.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh" she agreed.
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"Ever heard of knocking?" Malfoy snapped at her.
Hermione ignored him and continued to clean his wounds with a straight face.
"That's so fucking rude you know?" he continued, completely unaware of Hermione's faster breathing.
"The nerve of some mudblood's these days…" he added with a smirk, "Auw! Don't dab so hard! It's sensitive."
Hermione glared at him, and continued dabbing him forcefully.
"And you were supposed to heal me? Ha-ha, more like harassing it is!" he laughed coldly.
"ARG!" Hermione cried irritably, "You know what Malfoy? Figure it out on your own."
Malfoy looked stunned, he opened his mouth but shut it again.
Hermione gathered her stuff and left the room, making sure to slam the door.
"Wait!" he cried weakly.
No reply.
"Granger?"
No reply.
"Mudblood?"
The door flung open and a raging Hermione entered again.
"Don't call me that, you ungrateful little ferret!" she exclaimed.
Malfoy smirked, "Knew that would work. Besides, you wouldn't really leave me alone."
"Apparently." Hermione sighed while sitting down besides him again.
Malfoy continued to smirk while she returning to healing him.
She worked in silence for half and hour when Ginny came in.
"Mione?" she said silently.
"Yeah?" Hermione replied, not looking up.
"It's time you took some rest. I'll watch him from now."
Hermione sighed in relieve, "Thanks, Gin. You're a saver."
Ginny smiled sheepily and sat where Hermione used to sit.
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Ron was in his little dream land…...his eyes fluttering lightly in his sleep.
He was soaring through the air on the newest firebolt, his air completely messed up by the wind.
He dived and twisted, doing the most amazing tricks and curves ever performed on a broom. The crowd cheered and everything went blurry.
Ron raised his arms in triumph and doggie howled. "Ahooooooooooo, YEAH!"
The jolt of ecstatic happiness seared through him as he dove another time, luring excited screams from teenage girls.
He went completely wild when a pair of warm arms wrapped around his waist. Holding on tightly as he maneuvered himself and the broom through and obstacle course of fire.
"Rooooooon." A dreamy voice called.
"Hold on tight, Mione! Were going to do a salto!" he exclaimed breathlessly. Holding on to one of the hands tightly.
"Roooooooon." The sexy drawl continued.
"Here we go! Mione!"
"RON JULLIARD WEASLEY!"
Ron's eyes shot up.
"Wha?" he groaned.
"For bloody's sake, I've been yelling your name for the past 15 minutes, and I don't get a single reply!" Hermione cried angrily. Her irritable posture stood hovering over his bed.
"Whadoyouwano?" he grumbled, logging over and pulling the sheets over his head.
"It's your turn to do the "Malfoy" shift." She explained.
"Donwanna, goway." He grumbled.
"Ron…" she sighed.
Ron did not reply, instead he sunk lower under his sheets.
"If it helps, I'll stay with you, okay? Then we can talk or something. Besides I don't think I trust you alone with Malfoy" She proposed wearily, lightly joking the last sentence.
Ron's face peeked from under the covers, "First food." He stated.
Hermione could have slapped her head in annoyance. This was so typical Ron.
"Yes, Ronniekiens, we will eat before we go to the big bad Malfoy."
Ron scowled.
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Harry and Ginny were seated at the kitchen. They chatted lightly, playing random games to make the time pass.
They were just discussing hair products when Hermione and Ron dragged in. Hermione looked slightly irritable and Ron looked fowl tempered and tired. Harry looked up and smiled when Ron sat down.
"You sleep well?" he asked conversationally.
"Yeah fantastic, until she woke me up." He said, glancing angrily at Hermione who was preparing some tea.
"Awwwww poor thing." Ginny sighed sarcastically.
Ron ignored his sister and turned to Harry, "Listen." Harry looked up in fake attentiveness; secretly he was admiring Ginny's lips.
"Why don't you take care of Malfoy for once?"
Harry didn't hear him, but Hermione did. "Ron." She stated sternly, placing 4 tea cups on the table.
"Malfoy will get completely distressed when he is around Harry. And Lupin told me to keep him away from Malfoy. He just can't handle anything nerve-racking right now." Hermione explained in a motherly toned that annoyed the crap out of Ron.
"Yeah but." He started.
"No buts Ron. That's just the way it is." Ginny interjected before they could fight again.
Hermione nodded approvingly at Ginny. "Tupidgilsangilthinstatguisjuscanundurstan." Ron muttered under his breath.
This time it was Ron's turn to be ignored.
Instead Ginny and Hermione focused on Harry's tea cup.
"I predict……" Ginny said in a dreamy voice, that you could almost mistake for Luna's or Trelawney's.
"That Harry will be having……a successful future in……pole dancing."
Harry choked on his sandwich while Ron snorted in all his tea. Hermione and Ginny broke down laughing.
Hermione caught Ron's eye and blushed without realizing it. They both continued laughing, and both wondering about each other.