Chapter Three: Malfoy?
"I don't know why she doesn't try flying," Ron said shaking his head.
"It scares her to death?" Harry inquired.
"Oh I know," Ron acknowledged, "I just thought she should at least have tried it more then once before she decided that, but Hermione's always been like that. So sure of every thing, so predictable,"
"That's why it's not surprising she's trying to spend a summer in Rome learning about Ancient Ruins instead of with us,"
Ron nodded, "and she's not even spending her last few days being with us,"
Harry nodded just as they heard Hermione's scream. They jolted around on the stairs railing and saw her falling down, all the way down.
"Hermione!" They both screeched.
"I don't have my wand," Ron stressed, "I can't watch,"
"Look! Some body's caught her!" Harry said pointing down.
Ron's eyes shot open and he looked down only to see Draco Malfoy holding Hermione protectively in his arms, "Malfoy?" Ron said madly.
"Ron! He saved Hermione, forget the fact he's a bad person for a second," Harry said surprising him self with the words.
"Okay..." Ron decided, "Let's go make sure he's taking her to the Hospital Wing,"
Harry nodded and followed Ron swiftly around the halls till they met Malfoy running down the hall.
"Malfoy!" Harry shouted. But Malfoy didn't stop, instead he ran even quicker with Blaise following closely behind him. "Since when does he care?" Harry said under his breathe, continuing on after them with Ron.