Draco kept a close eye on Hermione as they walked down the halls towards Defence against the dark arts class. He was not fully convinced that Hermione was okay. The change of topic in the library did not slip past Dracos notice, he was very aware that Hermione had finger print shaped bruises decorating her wrist like bracelets. Draco did not ask questions of Hermione as they were walking although he did find himself stealing glances at her.
When they arrived to the class room Hermione walked on, past both Harry and Ron, and went straight to the opposite corner of the room. Draco followed Hermione, all the while receiving glares from the Gryffindors in the room. One Gryffindor, Seamus Finnegan, was bold enough to try to trip Draco with a leg locking spell, however Seamus being a slight klutz with his wand ended up with purple hair and a football growing from his scalp. This served as a good distraction for Draco to get into the seat next to Hermione with out being pummelled by the Gryffindors.
"Good morning class open your books to page three hundred and fifty two and start reading about the fiery sprites from the volcanos, when you've finished… Mr Finnegan I would like to know what the hell happened to your hair" the professor walked through the isled desks and stopped in front of Seamus.
"You see professor… ummmm… Malfoy did it. Yeah that's it, it was Malfoy." Seamus pointed an accusatory finger at Draco and continued his dramatics by imitating the wand movements that Draco had 'used' on him.
"Yes, yes thank you Mr Finnegan. Now, Mr Malfoy please stand up for me." The professors voice carried through the room, and so Malfoy stood, "Mr Malfoy I am so very happy to have some one with originality in not only their curse but with their glamour's, I myself have never needed glamour's but I do find it utterly fascinating when there are hairstyles such as this in our hallways… 10 points to Slytherin I think should be suffice don't you Mr Malfoy?"
Draco squeaked a little in return still shocked as to the professors' attitude.
"But professor I was the one that did this I did! I was cursing Malfoy and it backfired! I should get something" Seamus was waving his arms around.
"indeed Mr Finnegan… 5 points from Gryffindor… for lying out right to a professor Now if that's all for this mornings interruptions turn to page three hundred and fifty two". As the professor returned to the front desk she scrunched up her eyes and when she opened them she was sporting a new 'Seamus style'. A hand rose into the air. And Hermiones voice echoed through the room.
"I've finished that professor tonks what do I do now?"
"Oh finished have you? Good girl Hermione. 10 points to Gryffindor. Just wait until the rest of the class is finished or read on or make notes what ever you please."
Draco watched as Hermione stretched her long legs and took her hair out of the tie it was in. silently he prayed for mercy when he smelt her scent, honey and soap, that smell made his fingers twitch to touch her and he soon lost his place on his page. Draco began sneaking glances at Hermione as she wrote her notes on the page, he noticed her hand writing was all the same size and lent perfectly to the right, and he noticed the different colours in her hair and how small her hands were.
It was only when the bell went that he realised how distracted he had become, quickly he scribbled down the pages to read for homework and packed away his things.
The classes for the day seemed to fly by for Draco, and he hadn't seemed to get any work done in any of them. The few classes he didn't have with Hermione were when he would think of Hermione and the classes he had with her were spent staring at her, not staring as in creepy staring but staring like a boyfriend would Draco assured himself, even if he wasn't her boyfriend. It wasn't long before he was in the heads common room completing the mountains of homework that he acquired through out the course of the day. He was sure that the rest of the class had not gotten this much; however he was also the only one whom had done no work in class, though in history of magic he was sure he saw more people sleeping than doing work.
The door to the common room opened and Hermione stepped in.
Oh great now how am I supposed to work? Draco thought, his body however didn't seem to mind that Hermione was here and his mind was glad to be distracted from the piles of texts that were sitting in front of him.
"Hey Draco" Hermione said as she breezed past him. Draco watched as she walked up the stair and out of sight.
"Hey" he sighed and put his head in his hand. Why did she have to be so … so … he couldn't think of a word to describe her. There was a sound on the steps that made Dracos head shoot up.
"Hey Draco do you mind if I study with you? Its just that I need a change of scene from the library and I just thought since you were studying…" Hermione trailed off.
"Oh um sure that's great …fine yeah okay" Draco shifted as Hermione sat down, hiding the lack of work he had done.
"You know what Drakie-poo?" Hermione said after a few minutes of looking in her book, "I don't want to do this right now… do you want to get something to eat? I'm starved."
"Umm okay… Hermione are you okay? Your acting funny…" draco stood and looked at Hermione for a moment "I thought we had an agreement… don't call me Drakie-poo… it reminds me of that pug Parkinson".
"I am not a pug! I mean well she err that is" 'Hermione' stood and backed away from Draco.
"Parkinson… where's Hermione?" Draco's eyes blazed for a moment.
"Well I um she is Erm in the hospital wing… because she ummmm….. You know what Drakie-poo your busy so I'm going to just go… bye" pansy ran from the room, still in Hermiones form. Draco quickly followed her but he ran down the stairs past pansy, he didn't stop running until he got to the hospital wing. He looked at the pale form on the bed nearest the door and stumbled backwards scared of what had happened.