Disclaimer: Nope, I do not own Harry Potter and the crew in the books. Would I be writing this if I had? So just simply said, no suing can be done because I am not plagiarizing.
My Note: Well, I was surprised about the sixth book. Anyone else? Well, seems how things are rather different, I have labeled this as an AU (Alternate Universe) for things that I am not allowed to say as of yet. You guys will figure it out.
This means emphasis on these words.
Thoughts.
Last Time:
Draco sighs in his room, still wide awake. His alarm clock, which glows green and gives off the time with some comments here and there, says 1:41 AM, and also flashes 'You should be asleep, you have classes'. He sighs and turns his lamp off and leans into his pillow. As he stares at the ceiling he thinks about his vacation plans, which were to go to Hermione's home. Hopefully things will go smoothly. Don't need her getting pissed off at Blaise and me for helping, he thinks as he slowly drifts off to sleep.
Now on with the story.
Draco groans as sunlight hits him square in the face. He rolls over and stares blankly at his alarm clock for a moment. "Bloody hell!" He yells suddenly as he starts scrambling about trying to untangle himself from his sheets.
12:47 PM. Lunch.
He grabs his toothbrush and toothpaste and runs out of his room, into the bathroom and violently brushes his teeth. He stops as he hears scuffling about the rug outside the bathroom and looks into the mirror and sees Hermione looking at him strangely. He spits.
"Why didn't you wake me up? It's nearly lunch, we have classes!" Draco says, "Or would you rather see me running around getting my badge taken away?"
Hermione motions to her attire, the now wrinkled white beater and black shorts. "It's Saturday," She mumbles, "Didn't you know that?"
Draco stares at her for a moment and then sighs. "I need a new clock," He mutters. He rinses and turns to the doorway where Hermione is standing on her crutches.
Hermione turns to leave but stops and smiles evilly. "You have a bit of toothpaste right here," She says while pointing to the corner of her lip and then leaves.
Draco turns around, and sure enough, the white sticky substance is at the corner of his lip. He wipes it off and decides to get a shower. He walks back to his room and grabs a clean beater, a pair of jeans, a blue polo, a clean pair of boxers, andhis toiletries.
Draco goes back to the bathroom and shuts the door. He pulls off his beater, and while watching his reflection, traces along a scar going from his collar bone, down his chest, ending at his the end of his rib cage. He sighs and sheds the rest of his clothes and steps into the shower stall.
Draco turns the water on and stands under the cascading water and sighs. He places his hands on the wall and closes his eyes, thinking. He hears the door open and then close. "Hermione?" He calls.
"Yes?" Hermione answers.
Draco looks out through the dimpled screen and opens the slide to look out. "You okay?" He asks.
"Yeah, just going to brush my teeth," She replies and then turns around to face him, "Are you okay? You seemed pretty out of it a few minutes ago."
"Nothing a shower can't cure," Draco says, not really meaning it. When Hermione nods he shuts the screen and begins to wash his hair. He hears the tap run for the sink and shakes it off and finishes his shower. He hears the door creak open then close and he grabs his towel and wraps it about his waist and steps out.
Draco keeps his back to the door and grabs his black boxers with flames dancing (literally) all over them and pulls them on and then his beater. He turns back to the mirror and jumps when he sees Blaise in the doorway.
"You need to wear a bell," Draco says as he pulls on his polo. When Blaise smirks, he shakes his head and grabs his pants and puts them on. "Seriously. Who let you in?"
"Do I have to answer that one?" Blaise retorts. Draco shakes his head. "Good. How was the shower?"
"Hot, if you must know," Draco says as he drags a comb through his hair. "What do you want?"
Blaise looks at Draco with a rather offended look. "What do I want, he says. Just because I came to visit does not mean I want something!" Blaise exclaims, but adds, "Okay, so there is this one little thing."
Draco rolls his eyes and sighs. He picks up his towel and turns back to Blaise. "What is it then?" he asks with a suspicious look.
Blaise smiles. "I was wondering," he begins, "We're going to Hermione's house for Christmas vacation. Now what are we supposed to do? I mean we have no clue what's going on in her brain."
Draco shrugs thinking back to the train ride. He puts his towel in the hamper near the door and opens the door and heads to the common room and plops down on a black couch, with Blaise following.
Blaise sits down next to his best friend and raises and eyebrow. "What's with the blandness of this place?" Blaise asks.
"So full of questions aren't you, pal?" Draco retorts with a lazy drawl. He leans back into the couch and closes his eyes.
"Malfoy!" Hermione's voice rings through the common room from the bathroom.
Draco opens his eyes and looks up towards the stairs. He sighs and gets up and walks up the stairs and knocks onto the bathroom door. "What?" He replies.
"Come in here," Hermione demands, "I need help."
Draco hesitantly opens the door and walks in. He shuts the door and turns around to see Hermione sitting on the tub's edge with a pair of jeans laying over her legs.
"I can't get them on," She whispers, avoiding his gaze. "I tried and it hurt." She looks over to him.
Draco nods and walks over to her and gets on his knees. He takes the pair of pants from her. He looks down (To avoid that general area that a girl has...) and sees her knee. He winces while looking at the bruises.
"It looks horrible, I know. Therapy and icing will do that to it," She says, "Of course, falling doesn't help either."
Draco nods and carefully pulls the left leg of the jeans over her injured knee and then slides the right one on. He holds out his hands to stand her up.
Hermione takes his hands cautiously watching him closing his eyes as he pulls her to her feet. She pulls her jeans up, trying to keep her balance and sits back down after buttoning them up. "Thanks," She says.
Draco opens his eyes and nods. "Need your brace?" He asks while looking around for the brace.
Hermione nods. "It's in my room," She says, then adds, "On my trunk, if you don't mind grabbing it that is. Will you grab my wand, too? It's on my night stand."
Blaise's voice from the doorway says, "I'll go grab it." Blaise walks off towards a room opposite of the bathroom, playing lucky, and walks in and grabs the objects in question. He walks back to the bathroom and hands the brace and wand to Draco, who in turn, hands them to Hermione.
Hermione sits on the floor, setting her wand aside for the moment, with her right knee out in front of her, and she slides the brace under her knee and pulls it tightly together and Draco pulls the straps over the respective places. Hermione motions for Blaise to come over while grabbing her wand.
Blaise walks over and grabs Hermione by the wrist and under her elbow. Draco follows suit and they pull Hermione to her feet and slowly grab her under the legs and carry her to the common room. They set her on the couch and they each choose the same chair, Draco sitting on the arm and Blaise in the chair itself.
"Thanks," Hermione says, "Um, I am rather hungry, anyone else?"
Blaise nods with an added, "I skipped breakfast and lunch, reading." Draco nods and gets up.
"We can go down to the kitchens. Shouldn't be too bad," Draco says. Hermione gives him a confused look. "What?"
Hermione pushes a wet piece of hair out of her face. "You know where the kitchens are?" She asks.
Draco looks to Blaise, and in unison, they nod. Blaise stands up, also. "You are going to be okay with this right?" Blaise asks, "I mean, we didn't grab your crutches. We don't want you walking, hopping, or crawling any place to go get them."
Hermione nods and sits back, leaning into the couch. "I won't do anything stupid, if that's what you're wondering." She retorts.
Blaise smirks and walks towards the portrait and opens it. "Okay, if you're sure," He says, "Draco your girlfriend will be fine, let's move." He walks out into the hall. One. Two. Three, Blaise counts in his head waiting for the blonde teen to come out and scold him for being a prat.
Draco runs out and glares at Blaise. "Dude," Draco says in a deadly whisper, "What was that about?"
Blaise smiles slightly and shakes his head. There was an obvious attraction between the young Heads. "You'll find out when the time is right." Blaise replies and keeps walking.
The two walk slowly to the kitchens. One level at a time, one step, one sound. Draco sighs while thinking about what Blaise said. When the time is right? What's that supposed to mean? What's he planning now? Draco's thoughts race through his head as they walk in relative silence.
"How're the Slytherins?" Draco asks suddenly.
Blaise sighs and continues walking, thinking. He looks over to Draco and notices his concerned stare. "I wouldn't know. I lead them to the common room and then went up to the Astronomy Tower for an hour then to my bedroom. The one on the second level of the library," Blaise replies.
Draco nods and sighs. "They're going to be furious. I would rather not find out what they have planned to have our heads on a platter," Draco says in a whisper.
Blaise nods in agreement. They reach the portrait of the bowl of fruit. He reaches up and tickles the pear. After it giggles and the doorknob appears, he reaches up and turns the knob and pushes the picture in, and walks in with Draco following.
Blaise sits down as a group of house elves bustle over to him. Draco follows suit and spots his old house elf and smiles slightly. "Hello Dobby," Draco says.
Dobby bows low, his ears touching the ground as he does so. "Hello Old Master Draco," Dobby replies, "Dobby is so pleased to see you. Dobby is also pleased to see Old Master's friend."
Blaise smiles and nods. "I have a question for you, Dobby," Blaise says. "Do you know Hermione Granger?"
Dobby's eyes go wide as he nods. "Miss Hermione knitted Dobby hats," Dobby replies. "Miss Hermione is very nice to Dobby. Miss Hermione comes in here a lot to read and eat her strawberries that Dobby gives her."
"Does she eat anything else when she comes in here, Dobby?" Draco asks in reply.
Dobby nods. "Dobby gives her Reeses cereal and some beef flavored noodles," Dobby says.
"Would you send some Reeses cereal and strawberries up to her? She's been hurt over the summer and we want her comfortable. We don't want her to move up and down the stairs a lot," Blaise asks, "She's in the new Heads' dorms."
"Dobby will deliver it himself," The house elf says. "Does Master or Master's friend want anything to eat?"
"Turkey sandwich for me please," Blaise says, "On wheat bread with mayonnaise and lettuce."
Dobby nods and looks to Draco. "Just some hot herbal tea and a good plate of crumpets," Draco says. Dobby scurries off.
Draco sighs and stands up. "Want to head back up? Hermione's probably wondering where we are."
Hermione sighs and lays down on the couch she was put on. She looks at the blank ceiling and rolls her eyes. She listens as the portrait closes with a click. She looks at the ceiling and then to the bare walls.
She takes out her wand points it to the walls and muters a few choice words and a bookcase appears crammed full of novels and resource books. Hermione points her wand to the carpet and it becomes a deep, rich, plush ice color. Again, pointing her wand, she points it to the couch and says the same spell and the couch dresses itself in a deep purple cover, the pillows turn a light shade of blue with deep purple designs on them. She turns toward the bay window and drapes spurt onto rods and hang themselves. The drapes are a lacy material of a rich silver color. Lastly, she points her wand at the chairs and they are covered like the couch.
She sighs a bit satisfied with her work and lays out on the couch as a door opens in the side wall, out of no where, and a house elf walks out holding a tray. "Dobby!" Hermione yelps.
"Would Miss Hermione like a treat?" Dobby says while bowing as best he can without spilling the contents of the tray. "Reeses cereal and strawberries. Master Draco and Master's friend have sent Dobby here to you a treat."
Hermione smiles. "Of course, thank you so much!" Hermione says, smiling. She sits up.
Dobby smiles and places the tray on her lap carefully and steps back bowing. "Is there anything else that Dobby can get Miss Hermione?" Dobby asks, his ears flop over his head and touch the floor.
"No, thank you," Hermione replies. She watches the elf go to the door in the wall, walk into the passage, and disappear as the door closes. She sighs and eats a spoonful of the cereal.
The portrait opens and closes with a small squeak and pop. Hermione turns carefully and sees the boys walking in. As they walk in, another house elf walks in through the invisible doorway and sets the tray it's carrying on the table and bows whilst leaving.
Blaise picks up his sandwich and takes a bite out of it. "So, what are the plans for vacation?" He asks.
Hermione sighs and eats a strawberry. "Well, I hope you guys are up for piling up on your assignments. I have to leave early for a surgery. I'm leaving the third week in November to go through with pre-op procedures. My surgery is in the last week of November. I will need all sorts of help after the surgery," Hermione replies.
Draco sips his tea and eats a crumpet. "Shouldn't be too hard," He replies. For the rest of the day, and night, they talk about how they can help Hermione and what they could do whilst she was in surgery.
Hey guys. Sorry it seems a little rushed. I just don't like this chapter. Well. I hope you alllike it. Um. You will find out Draco's story later. Love to all my reviewers!
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