Around Midnight, Hermione awoke to find herself in a very uncomfortable position in the large, red and gold armchair next to the fire with a blanket over her. She lifted her head and opened her eyes but suddenly, she felt a searing pain in the back of her head, just inches away from her neck. 'What in Merlin's name is going on?' she thought. Confused on how she got in the chair, let alone the common room, she thought for a moment, but then remembered.

Malfoy. He had brought her back to the dorm. She remembered being carried up the stairs and through the portrait hole, but that was about it. But, why would Malfoy, of all people carry her up the stairs? Maybe it wasn't him. She was almost positive it was though. He was being nicer to her in the past couple days. She couldn't even remember the last time he had ever been descent to her or Ron and Harry but here he was, trying his best not to make a rude remark.

She decided to try and open her eyes again, just a little more slowly. She looked around the common room to see if Malfoy was in there but no one was. . She lifted her hand to feel the place where the pain was coming from and let out a sharp cry when she found it. She ran her fingers over it gently. It felt like a huge dent in the back of her head. The dent was so large it almost felt as if it were a mold for something long and thin.

She ran her fingers back down over the dent and suddenly felt a wet coldness. Quickly she drew back her hand to eye-view to see what it was she felt. She yelped.

It was red, crimson blood staining her fingers. With a big push that certainly hurt her aching muscles, she leapt out of the chair and ran to the bathroom that she and Draco shared. Panicking, she flung open the door, found the nearest towel, wet it, and placed it on the back of her head where she suspected the blood was coming from. Trying to stop the blood from running, but not pressing too hard she found, was very difficult indeed. It hurt badly. Hermione looked around for something to distract herself from the pain. She looked over the counter and saw something she missed when she came running in. Next to the sink, there was a small, glowing, blue potion. Beside that, was another potion but, this one was in a smaller vile and was neon green. A note was attached to the blue potion. It read:

Hermione,

Hope your feeling better than last night, you had me worried. You may be feeling some pain in the back of your head and some slight bleeding. Take these potions, they will help. But, take the blue one first, then the green. The blue one is for the pain. Take it and your pain should immediately start to heal. The green one is for your head. It will take its course in healing you quite slowly and it should be done by tomorrow evening. If you remember to take the blue one first you will be fine and be able to resume your daily activities in the next hour or so. Drink all of it. If you do no finish the blue potion, the pain will take its place again but a bit harder because the green one is already beginning to take effect. The more you drink, the longer the pain stays away. I'm trusting you will follow these instructions.

Also, I will be back later on to drop of some assignments and homework from the classes. Don't bother going to them. I have already informed your professors and they have excused you from their lessons. I left some hot chocolate for you in the kitchen and there's more in the kettle. Don't ask, just Head business. I'll explain what happened last night when I get back to the common room. Get some rest.

See you,

Draco

What happened last night? 'Hope your feeling better than last night.' Weird. She didn't remember a thing from last night… or at least she thought.

'Blue potion first, green second, blue first, green second' she ran over this thought until it was carved in her mind. She carefully picked up the blue potion and brought it up to her mouth. It smelled horribly and it reminded her of the troll Harry and Ron had saved her from in their first year. Harry and Ron, where were they? She hadn't seen them since…

"Last night." She thought aloud. Something was going on and Hermione was determined to find out what. 'Oh yeah,' she thought, 'as soon as I take these.'

She attempted to gulp down the blue potion, resisting the urge to gag, but it didn't work. She gagged and spit out a good portion of the blue potion. She had half the bottle left and now that was all she had. She made a mental note to tell Draco she needed more as soon as she saw him. She shut her eyes hard and drank down the last of the blue potion. When that was done she reached for the green potion. It smelled like Froot Loops, a muggle cereal she had when she was little. This one was a lot easier to drink because it had a much better taste. After she was done she went back into the kitchen to find where Draco had but the hot chocolate.

She turned to look at the table and found it. 'This smells good.' She thought. She was beginning to feel a bit drowsy from the potion and decided to sit down on the couch. Thanks to Draco, she didn't have to go to any of her classes today and was pleased at that fact. It was nice to finally get some rest. Hermione but the drink down on the coffee table and cuddled up with a blanket, stared at the fire for a bit, then fell asleep.

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"How dare you talk to me that way or tell me what to do you filthy mudblood."

Hermione heard a voice say.

"Seeing as no one seems to punish you I guess I'll have to do it myself."

"NOO! DON'T" Hermione heard another voice say but this one was a younger voice. She thought she heard either Harry or Ron but then realized that it wasn't either of them.

Suddenly.. CRACK!