Chapter 8

I opened my eyes slowly and blinked slowly to get rid of the blurriness. I looked around to see where I was at. I remembered that i fell asleep on the cold bathroom floor when I saw the sinks and shower. I sat up slowly with a groan. I rubbed my face trying to wake myself up. I wonder what time it was… hmm…

I stood up. Where would I find the time? I closed my eyes slowly. Maybe… A clock, Draco… sometimes I really was blonde…

I shook my head and walked into Hermione's room, knowing she would have a clock. Right when I looked at her clock I felt a tug around my navel. The light tug quickly turned into a might pull. I felt myself being jerked from Hermione's room and thrown across the bathroom until I collided with the door leading to my room. I slid down to the floor.

What the hell…

"Ugh… my head… oh my god…," I muttered to myself.

I tried to stand with no avail seeing as I landed myself right back on my knees. I sat there for a while trying to figure out why I got jerked out of Hermione's room. Then I remembered that last night Snape said he was going to put a spell on Hermione's room to keep me out. Well it sure does keep me out.

I rubbed my head with a groan yet again and stood up, stumbling. I walked into my bedroom to get dressed for school.

I made it just in time for my second class, Transfiguration; I took my seat next to Blaise.

He nodded to acknowledge me.

"Hey mate," I said back to him.

My eyes immediately wandered to Hermione's usual seat. She wasn't there…

I raised my hand quickly, interrupting McGonagall's lesson.

"Yes Mr. Malfoy?" McGonagall said giving me a slight look of disgust when she met my eye.

"Where's Hermione?"

Blaise's head along with the majority of the classes whirled around to look at me. I didn't care. A few of the girls murmured among themselves as the guys chuckled with their friends.

"You have no right to know that," she said sharply.

"Is she in the hospital wing?"

The class got more excited as soon as I said that.

"Hospital wing? Why would she be there?"

"Huh… looks as though Malfoy has finally cracked. Wonder if they slept together yet?"

"I'll kill him if he hurt her…"

I waited for her to reply but instead she just glared sharply and said, "Malfoy stop worrying about other peoples affairs and-"
I ignored whatever she said last and walked briskly out of the room, leaving my book to slide off the table and onto the ground and my papers askew across the isle.

I ran down the halls toward the Infirmary. I burst through the doors and saw Madam Pompfrey attending to a few of the younger kids. Probably some kids who had been messing around with their wands and had some things go terribly wrong.

"Mr. Malfoy! You have no right to be bursting into my Infirmary! What if-"
"Where's Hermione Granger," asked interrupting her.

"She's in no mood to talk."

"I don't care. Where is she?"

Madam Pompfrey pointed to the very end of the Infirmary to curtains surrounding a bed. I jogged down there and peaked through the curtains.

Hermione was sitting up in her bed staring down at her lap. She looked a little beaten up, a black eye and a few scratches.

I cleared my throat to let her know I was there, and then I stepped in. She gasped when she saw me.

"Hermione, it wasn't me. It was-"

"Go away."

"But Hermione let me explain! It was my father! I know you saw me but-"

"Go away Malfoy!"
Madam Pompfrey rushed over to me and ushered me out of Hermione's curtained space.

"But- Wait! No stop! Hermione!"

Hermione's eyes bore into mine as I was pushed out of the infirmary. The same look of fire that she used when she talked about Lucius was given to me…

Madam Pompfrey slammed the door in my face. I stood there a bit just staring at the door. I sighed dropping my head. It was going to take a long time to get her to even let me talk to her.

I turned around and headed back to Transfiguration downtrodden.