Whooo! So how do you like the story so far? Forgive me if the characters aren't exactly in character (I'm not sure whether they are or aren't!) But hey you must have an open mind to even be reading a Hermione/Draco fic eh?? (Although there's nothing more I'd like than a GirlEnigma/Draco!! Hee hee ^^)

Oh and I thought you'd all like to maybe hear my possible theory that a Draco/Hermione relationship could come out in the real books. Well I'll share it and then if you don't want to read it just scroll down with your eyes shut picturing Johnny Depp (or the hottie of your choice. Tom Felton perhaps? *innocent smile*)

Anyway this may just be the Psychology class in me talking but I'll share it just the same. As you know the first HP book starts off when HP turns 11 right? Technically they are still children in this book (and really up to like the 5th year. The 5th year they're about 16 right? That's young adolescence.) Well when you're a child of that age you usually just begin to start noticing the opposite sex. And of course boys are stupid (no offense guys!) so what is the most likely thing that boys do to show that they like a girl? They usually insult her, kick her, or something of that nature because they want her to notice him. I believe that Draco is just doing that. He insults Hermione and acts about as stupid as he can just so that she will notice him. And it works kind of the same way for Harry and Ron. I think Draco just wants them to notice him and accept him too. Well that's my theory! I guess I'll be able to tell if it's right as the HP books go along. ~_^

Now finish reading my next chapter! ^_^ And review for what it's worth!

Hermione looked up from her book and saw Draco Malfoy staring at her. Immediately she felt irritated. What could he possibly have to say to her at such a late hour?

But she noticed the way he was standing. He was barely holding himself up! His smoky gray eyes were hollow looking, devoid of feeling, and his skin almost looked blue.

She stood up. There must be something wrong with him. She wasn't such a cruel kind of a person to leave him here. She would take him to the Hospital Wing.

"Malfoy you look like utter crap," she stated walking up to him, "I'm taking you to the Hospital Wing if you can walk."

His mouth moved but no words came out. He seemed to realize after a couple of moments that he was not actually speaking. He shut his eyes, like he hadn't been this tired in his life, and took a shaky step forward.

Draco gracefully fainted into Hermione. She held him, a bit shocked. She struggled to keep him upright or to not let herself fall, whichever came first.

His skin! She gasped as she touched it. He was freezing! She felt cold just from touching him.

"M-Malfoy?" she whispered, frightfully, "Can you hear me? Honest to Merlin, Malfoy, if this is some sort of prank…"

He sighed softly and Hermione knew that Draco Malfoy could not hear her and that this wasn't some sort of prank. He was injured somehow.

She sighed in an annoyed manner and shifted Draco's weight carefully and grabbed her wand. She mumbled 'tollo sustuli' softly and Malfoy's masculine body rose lightly into the air and hung there, almost lifeless. She walked carefully, slowly, and pulled Malfoy through the air and down to the Hospital Wing.

Madam Pomfrey almost leaped onto her.

"What's this?" she said looking strangely at Malfoy, "What's wrong with Mr. Malfoy, Hermione?"

"I don't really know but he didn't look to well so I brought him here. I believe he fainted," she said setting him into a bed with her wand and then removed her spell.

"Well, thank you, Miss Granger," Madam Pomfrey sighed, "I'll see what I can do."

Hermione nodded curtly and turned quickly to leave. She was no more out of the Hospital Wing before she started to think about Malfoy. She didn't want to believe that he had anything to do with her bad feeling but she had to assume the worst.

Draco winced as the sunlight pushed itself at his eyelids. He was awake and ached everywhere.

"Good morning, Draco," a warm voice said, "I was beginning to get worried!"

He blinked suspiciously and saw Madam Pomfrey standing over him with a bar of chocolate. Her face was streaked with concern but she bit it back with a smile.

"Am I…going to be alright?" he croaked lifelessly.

"Oh, yes, don't worry," Madam Pomfrey laughed, "You'll be just fine soon."

He shut his eyes and sighed. On some rather finer points he would have preferred to die. He wasn't afraid of death. In fact he welcomed it. Draco thought of death as his only freedom. Once he was dead his father couldn't possibly make him miserable.

"Mr. Malfoy?" Madam Pomfrey said softly, "Would you like to enlighten to me as to why you were injured somehow last night?"

"Not in the least," Draco said quickly.

"I thought not," she sighed putting the chocolate on his chest, "Make sure you eat that sometime."

"Ok," he said simply.

She walked away and Draco shut his eyes again. He wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone. He had made a large mistake last night by going to Granger. Draco didn't like to let anyone see him vulnerable. But last night he was afraid that cold would take him, he wanted the last thing he saw to be Hermione. He wanted that warm feeling to come back so that at least he could die in peace.

Draco shook his head weakly. There was no such thing as peace. He especially knew that Granger probably thought he was completely mad because he let himself faint like that onto her. He was a git of horrible sorts.

All Draco knew is that there was no way in hell he was going to screw up like that again. He had to act extra snobbish so that he could keep them alive. Even if they never know what he has been doing for them it didn't matter. He had to do this.