A/N: seems I forgot my disclaimer…as you may well know I'm not J.K. Rowling, and do not own Harry Potter or anything like that, I don't even own this plot, and when I do own something, I'll be sure to let you know

A/N: the chapters get longer, and I'm also starting a new DM/HG fic, so please look into it

At first he jumped as he felt some one else's cold skin against his own, especially in such a sensitive place as his upper thigh. As he disturbed the water around him by the slight jump he saw a small bit of dark honey colored hair float to the surface as it sank down again. He waited nervously for something or some one else to float up again. When none appeared he began to loose his cool edge and become worried. Some one was in the tub, and was either hurt or playing a horribly twisted prank.

He dove into the water completely forgetting his relaxing bath and long awaited date with Pansy and hurriedly searched for the something that had touched him. He finally opened his eyes to the stinging soaps of the water and saw that it was a some one and not a something that had touched him, and for that matter it was a girl of about his age. Swiftly he swam to the bottom where she lay and tried to gently lift her to the top. He realized now why the water had been tinted red, it was blood. The girl's back had oozing red scratches that looked like nails, and her fingernails had blood beneath them. He also realized that the red liquidy substance on the sink must have been hers also. He shuddered as he thought about what he had swum into, a girl's blood. He shoved the thought from his mind and broke through the surface gasping for air, and lifted the girl up onto the sides. Apparently she wasn't conscious since she made no move to do anything. He climbed onto the side next to her and got his first good look at her face.

Hermione! He thought frantically, What was happening! Hermione Granger, found naked, hurt, and unconscious in a bathtub full of blood. His mind spun at the mere notion of it all. He couldn't help but sneak a quick peak at her body, it was only natural to him. She looked extremely serene as her chest gently rose up and down. At least he knew she was alive, but at the moment that wasn't what he was worrying about. He did focus on her heaving chest, but not at her lungs or their movement. Hermione had certainly grown over the 6 years he had known her. Grown…a lot. Her flat, toned stomach, made her large breasts seem even larger. Her thin muscular legs didn't help take his mind off her body either. Obviously chasing Potter and Weasley around all these years hadn't really hurt her after all.

He quickly realized what he was doing, and how wrong it was to be thinking all these thought about a Mudblood. Clearing his head he wrapped her in a towel, and quickly pushed some clothes over him, and went immediately to Dumbledore's office. He may not have liked the headmaster so very much, but he didn't want it to look as if he had done this heinous crime to a muggle born rival of his. How ghastly that would have been. It was about early in the morning, light hadn't even broken through the few windows lining the hallway to the office of Dumbledore.

He reached the statues and whispered-

"Lemon Pine"

and was quickly admitted into the revolving staircase that led him to the open office door of the headmaster.

Dumbledore stood with his back facing the door staring out of the window of his large circular office. He cleared his throat and Dumbledore started and turned around.

"Yes?"

Dumbledore asked surprised. He didn't seem to think it odd that Dumbledore was awake and in his office this early (or late) in the morning (or night). The headmaster's eyes quickly flicked down to the girl in his arms. It was hard for Draco o determine the look in his eyes. Several emotions swept through the old man's eyes before they settled upon a blankness. He saw it as his opportunity to speak.

"I uh, found her in the prefect's bathroom on the 2nd floor."

"Well what happened?" Dumbledore queried.

"I was about to, uh…" Draco hesitated upon mentioning a date to him. He came to the decision that it would probably be better if he held nothing back and told the entire truth.