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When he woke up, he was in the hospital wing, a tender spot on his head, but in dry clothes. His curious eyes looked around the room, trying to figure out how he had gotten there. It was probably that weasle boy who had hit him, knocking him unconcious when he had only been trying to save Hermoine. Weasley had probably thought that he was 'taking advantage' of Granger. Draco snorted, the thought in and of itself seemed ridiculous.

Turning his head, he heard a sound and the door opened. Hermoine and her two friends entered the room, the boys looking as if they didn't want to be there.

"Malfoy." Ron said, then stopped. Hermoine nudged him and he grunted. "Sorry"

Draco simply raised a meticulously groomed eyebrow. Hermoine nudged Ron again.

"About knocking you unconcious." Ron said, clenching his fists and obviously wishing that he could do it again.

"Apology accepted." Draco replied, not able to think of anything sarcastic through the pounding in his skull.

"And thank you." Hermoine said, turning a delicate red. "For saving me from falling and... yeah"

Draco sneered. "Wouldn't want Dumbledore to blame me for your death, that was all." Ron leaped at Draco and started to pummel the invalid, furious at Malfoy's comment.

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Stunned, Hermoine desperatly grabbed at Ron, trying to get the red head to stop. Catching a hold of his sweater, she yanked him off the hospital bed, yelling at him.

"Why are you hitting him, Ron?! He's an invalid"

"Why are you defending him!" Ron yelled back.

"You don't have to pummel him again"

"I'll do whatever I want!" Ron took a step towards Hermoine, but stopped, turned, and walked briskly away from the room. Harry gave Hermoine a 'he-doesn't-deserve-this' look and followed him out of the room.

Looking back at Draco, hermoine gasped. His black eye was bleeding above the right eye, his lip was split, mirroring his swollen nose. There was a red mark around his neck and he was breathing hard. Grabbing a cool cloth, Hermoine dabbed gently at the trail of copper red.

Draco looked at the ceiling, grey eyes busy thinking. When finished, Hermoine put the cloth away and sat with her hands folded in her lap. They didn't speak for a while.

Hermoine chose the same time to speak as Draco did.

"Sorry about Ron-"

"Aren't you missing-"

They lapsed into silence again. Madame Pomfrey walked in several moments later, a bundle of clean linen in her arms, surprised tosee Hermoine.

"Miss Granger! What a pleasant surprise! You're the first one to come visit mister Malfoy. I was beginning to think that he was without friends." She said in a teasing tone. Hermoine blushed, as did Draco.

"Oh, we're not friends, I just... It was just that... I... uh..." Hermoine stumbled around for something to say.

"She just came to visit for a minute. She's on her way back to potions." Draco suplied. Hermoine nodded, glad for the excuse. She gathered her things, said goodbye and practically ran from the room.

Hermoine was mollified. To be caught by Madame Pomfrey! Comforting Draco Malfoy! She shurddered and realized that she WAS late for potions, with Snape. He would not be happy. He would also no beleive her that she was with Draco, and that's why she was late. Oh, she hated it, but there was no other way. She ran up to her room and opened her trunk, searching through things until she got to the very bottom of it and found a small, locked box. Inside the metal were her prized possesions. Carefully, she removed the key from around her neck and unlocked the tiny box. She smiled sadly when she opened it, her eyes misty with nostalgia. Sifting through the scant items, she remembered different bits of her history. A flower from her first Yule ball, a ring from her grandmother. There was a book, and a small acessory. It was the last that she took out and looked at. Quickly glancing at the clock, she thought aloud. "One turn should do it." She turned the small contraption once before getting up and getting her potions materials together. She slipped out of the common room and down to the potions class, grateful for the time turner.

Halfway through the class, Ron walked in, very angry, with Harry right behind him, trying to calm him down even as they got in trouble. They sat in their seats, not noticing Hermoine at the opposite end of the room, just as she had planned.

After class, Hermoine slipped into the girls' dormitory without being noticed. She opened the trunk again and this time took out the small book, said a quick charm and unlocked the diary.

Before adding a new entry, she re-read the old one.

Dear Diary,
I'm still having a hard time beleiving it. To think that Draco Malfoy was nice to me last night! I mean, he saved my life! I'm worried, though. He's been unconcious for more than a day, now. I wish that Ron hadn't hit him like that. I mean, to knock him off of me was one thing, but to pummel him afterwards? What is Ron's problem? I mean, sure, nobody likes Malfoy, and he WAS on top of me, but I wasn't in any danger. I even told Ron as he was pummeling the snot out of an unconsious Malfoy. What is wrong with me? A week ago I would have been ecstatic to see Ron pummel Malfoy, and now I think it's just wrong. Maybe it was sooner than a week ago. I just don't know. I don't HATE him, I don't think I really hate anyone anymore. All Draco ever did was be mean, right? So was that his cry for help? I wonder. People say that bullies are just misunderstood. Is that Draco? Sometimes it seems like he LIKES to inflict pain on others, but then other times it seems like it just pops out of his mouth before he really has a chance to think about it. Oh, maybe I'm thinking too much. Silly of me, really. I shouls be thinking about Potions and my DADA essay, but my mind keeps wandering back to him. Did he have a happy childhood? 'Money doesn't buy happiness.' Well, I guess it doesn't, but it sure makes misery easier to live with. What was his father like? Did he have any childhood friends? Maybe he's a vampire! Well, that's unlikely, as he does play quidditch, during the day. He's very good at seeking, I am forced to admit. His lean body is very aerodynamic, his hands long and elegant, his chest... oh, this is wrong. This is MALFOY! Get a hold of yourself Hermoine! He's an evil death-eater Slytherin! NOT some boy to crush on! Oh no... I'm NOT crushing on DRACO MALFOY! NO WAY! I refuse to. Hermoine Granger does not have crushes. Especially on slytherins that have taunted and mocked her since first year.

Crap, someone's comming. I'll write some more later.

'Til I write again,

Hermoine

Dipping her quill into the ink, she began to write another entry.

Dear diary,

I really am stupid. I don't like Draco, I just feel bad because Ron knocked him unconcious. Anyways, I have this big potions essay to keep working on. I'll write in you tomorrow,

Love,

Hermoine

She felt a little uneasy, as if she was lieing to herself, but she quickly pushed that thought away and locked up the chest, pulled out her parchment and began her good copy of the potions essay.

A/N: So, I try to delve into 'Moine's thoughts. R&R, tell me what you think! I will personally answer all reviews in the next chapter.