There was a little first year with a pile of gold on his bed, a steady flow of galleons coming out of his nose and blood pouring out of his purse sitting in the first bed and as Draco backed away he ran into another bed. This bed contained Hermione, whom had a black eye and a nose bleed.
"Hermione… what the hell happened to you?" Draco asked though once he thought about the question he realized how stupid it really was. "Did Parkinson do this to you? If she did I'll kill her" his fists were clenched and he gritted his teeth.
"Mal-Malfoy… you stay away from me…" Hermione turned a deathly white and began to back away from draco, though this didn't work to well because she was still in the hospital bed, all that eventuated from the 'backing away' was Hermiones blankets being twisted around her legs.
"Hermione… are you okay? Seriously what happened" Draco stepped closer to Hermiones bed; this resulted in a whimper from Hermione.
"Please. Please. Please. Please. Just go. Just go." Hermiones voice was desperate, her throat dry and her eyes were pleading with him. The nurse came over and fed Hermione a calming draught and a dreamless sleep potion. Draco took this as his cue to leave… though not before asking the nurse what had happened.
"She was found by that first year over there she indicated to the one on the bed who looked disappointed that his nose had stopped raining gold. "Never in my life had I seen some one so disturbed, she was beaten, mentally physically and emotionally, using both magic and muggle techniques her attackers must have know something about her past because as far as I know this kind of trauma is normally built upon childhood and young adolescent… do you understand? Its like if she were a fraid of bunny rabbits as a child because one bit her or she saw the rotting corpse of her dead bunny, a person could use those memories against her… the memories don't actually have to be from all that long ago".
Draco was slightly confused but walked out of the infirmary mulling over the information that he had just been given. The attacker must have known something about her past Draco thought but Hermione is locked up as tightly as gringots when it comes to her past… or she is with me at least. We're not even friends and I expect her life story… but why did she freak out when I came near her?
That evening Dumbledore announced that the head girl was inexplicably in a terrible state and that no one was to upset her by yelling at her or even talking about her, he was quite adamant that she would be going to her classes the next day, this did not go down well with madam Pomphrey. The news of the head girls' state was quite a shock to all those who knew her, they had believed that she was as stable as one could expect a studious bookworm to be… which now they thought about it wasn't very stable at all.
Draco was suspicious of the Slytherins at dinner. Pansy and Blaise sat at the head of the table, equally smug smirks upon their faces, much like a king and queen, which was exactly what they were, the king and queen of Slytherin, it was thought once that Draco was the leader of Slytherin but since the war was over and his father was dead Draco saw no need in pretending to be evil, though sometimes he did… just to annoy Potter and Weasley, old habits die hard.
"Ah Malfoy… I didn't see you there though it was hardly my fault… its hard to see you with out your body guards… it's such a shame how they were transferred to another school all of a sudden. And now look at you, no father to hide behind, no dark lord though I don't believe you ever were behind him, and not a friend in the world… well Malfoy sucks to be you." Blaise smirked triumphantly as he openly mocked the once admired prince of Slytherin the entire of the Slytherin table roared with laughter apart from Draco and surprisingly Pansy.
"Now, now Blaise…Draco does have some one" she smirked along the table at draco whom was now worried about what she would say. Blaise stopped laughing and stared at Pansy and Draco in turn.
"Whom? Surely not yourself you are the queen of Slytherin and you would throw that all away for Malfoy?" Pansy gave Blaise an obnoxious leer.
"of course I wouldn't you fool…" she leaned into Blaise and whispered in his ear "though once we're out of Hogwarts he is bound to be more respected and wealthy" she smiled down the table and Draco though the smile was one of which a predator would give its prey.
"Our dear Malfoy has that mudblood, though does she want him? She's quite mad at you right now isn't she Malfoy… or is it that she's scared of you. Doesn't matter really, your mother always hated your father." She smirked as Draco turned a sick shade of purple/red. The muscle under Draco's eye twitched as he clenched his jaw. Now he knew, he knew that it was pansy and Blaise whom had turned Hermione against him, it was they whom made Hermione frightened to even be near him. He closed his eyes and counted to ten before standing up and leaving the table the Slytherins mocking him as he went.