Just want to address some issues about my previous chapter.
About Malfoy's crazy 12 inch-er. He is the sex god of slytherin, so I guess he had to have something wow-able to the women. And let's just say, techniques just don't quite cut it, size matters…a lot…
And to reinforce my principle. Never ever let logic rule your mind when you want to enjoy a story, it ruins the fun and spoils the impact. Keep an open mind and…enjoy…
After that unbelievable night, they both got up pretty late for a weekday morning. Malfoy was, of course, unaffected and could not care any lesser. He kept trying to engage Granger in a conversation. Or at least he tried to talk but was repeatedly cut off by a deranged Granger, getting ready to attend classes. She got washed up and dressed in lightning speed and picked up her ten toner, I mean, school bag. Brisk walking to the Great Hall, she conveniently noticed the lack of students, however disregard it as her being extra late that day. Opening the doors to the Great Hall, she took in the grand sight of a big empty room. But still, she thinks that everyone had gone to class. Rushing like a blind ostrich, she raced her way to the Advance Charms classroom, only to find a smaller version of the empty Great Hall. Stunned, she stood as still as a lamppost.
"It's a Saturday, my dear."
Hermione wiped around to find Draco leaning casually against the door frame, checking out his nails.
"And why didn't you tell me that?"
"I tried to. But did you want to listen to me? NO!"
"Right. Nice of you to ruin my morning. Now I am going back to sleep."
The weekend was insignificant. Hermione tried to avoid Draco as much as possible and spent most of her time coped up in her room. Draco kept sitting in the common room, waiting for Hermione to come down so that he could at least TRY to squeeze a syllable out of her. He was dying to talk to her about that night. The only times he ever got close to her was when he was unconscious, or sleepwalking. Either way, he had no chance to talk to her. And the next morning, she is just, not there anymore.
Monday came and Monday went. Tuesday was not any better or worse. Wednesday came and it was more interesting. In an effort to answer Professor Binns question, Hermione passed out. That got Draco out of his usual classroom daydream stance. Rushing to Hermione's side, he carried her bridal to the hospital wing in record speed, much to everyone's amazement.
When Hermione woke up six hours later, the sun had already retired and the moon was shining merrily. From the scent of fresh bed sheets and pungent smelling potions, she deduced that she is currently in the hospital wing. She fully understood why she was in the hospital wing. She had over exhausted herself. All the late night activities, lying to Harry and Ron about her sickly complexion and making tremendous efforts to stay focus in class had drained her considerably, or maybe even more. Getting up to pour some water for herself, she caught sight of Draco lying asleep on the couch by the window. The moonlight streaming in by the window made him look like a fallen angel. Walking to his side, she placed a blanket, which she had taken from the empty bed beside her, to place it atop his sleeping form. Draco awoke from the disturbance. He opened his eyes to take in Hermione dressed in a flimsy hospital robe.
"You're awake."
"Yah."
"So…how are you?"
"Better than you can imagine."
"Madam Pomfrey said you fainted due to over exhaustion."
"I guess."
"It's all my fault right?"
"Uh huh."
"Well…worry no more for I have approached Madam Pomfrey for a solution to my sleepwalking problem."
"Oh."
"You going to miss me?"
"Hell no!"
"Really?"
"Maybe a little."
"You should go lay down some more."
"And you should be going back to the dorms."
"Shut up and go lie down."
Draco got up and steered Hermione back to the bed. Tucking her in, he bid her goodnight with a peck on the check. Hermione fell back to sleep almost instantly.
The next time she woke up was Friday afternoon already.
"Hermione, you're awake," Ginny exclaimed.
A relived Harry and the delighted Weasley siblings all took turns to hug Hermione.
"We heard that you fainted because of over exhaustion. You got to stop the late night revisions, Hermione."
"Thanks for all of your concerns. Yah, I think I would stop my revisions, after all, they ain't helping me," Hermione said with a laugh.
"Ms Granger, you have woken," Madam Pomfrey said, a little too excitedly. "You havn't eaten for a long time. Let me get the house elves to send something over." And she walked off, without waiting for a reply.
Hermione was discharged on Saturday morning, much to the delights of her friends and secretly, Draco too. He had astoundingly volunteered himself to help Hermione catch up on her lessons. So when Harry and the gang went to Hogmeade, Hermione worked diligently, with the help of Draco, to catch up on her work. With Ron promising to bring candies back for her to celebrate her discharge.
Draco went through what Professor Snape had taught in class and watch as Hermione tried to finish the assigned work.
"Hermione, about the other night…"