A/N: Here's the next part…

"Are you alright?" Harry asked Hermione, heading over to her. Before he could get to her Draco had crossed the room from her bed and helped her up.

"Thanks," she muttered, then her face distorted and she leaned into him.

"What?" Harry asked, "What is it?"

"Are you alright, Hermione?" Ron asked.

"Hermione Jane Granger open your door this instant!" came her parents muffled voices from behind her door.

"What hurts?" Draco asked, gently picking her up, carrying her to her bed and setting her down.

"My side," she muttered, grabbing a tight hold of Draco's hand.

Harry thought he was going to be sick. He knew he had slept through a lot, but had he really been asleep long enough to miss Hermione and Draco hooking up?

"Stop touching him!" Ron scolded.

"Ron, he's on our side," she said through gritted teeth.

"How do you know that?" he asked.

"Ron, when have you ever not trusted Hermione's judgment?" Harry asked him. Ron had started to get on Harry's nerves the past few days and Harry knew he should be patient in case Ron was under the Imperius Curse, but it had started to get unbearable.

"Ron hesitated, "Never," he said a little more calmly.

"Exactly," continued Harry, "So why should you start doubting her now?"

Ron shrugged but didn't say anything.

"I think we need to get her to St. Mungo's," started Draco, but a calm voice interrupted. It was quiet, but powerful enough to quiet even Hermione's frantic parents.

"She will go," he said.

Harry turned to see a tall man with long silver hair, a long silver beard, and half-moon spectacles. He was very old-looking man wearing a wizard cloak.

"Professor Dumbledore," said Harry as Hedwig flew to his shoulder.

"Quickly," he said, taking off his hat and tapping it with his wand, "This is a port key to St. Mungo's. Don't worry about your parents, Hermione," he added, peering at her over his spectacles, "I have them under control," he then looked at the three boys in turn. His gaze quickly swept over Harry, lingered on Ron for a moment, then finally came to rest on Malfoy as he said, "I know each of you cares very much about Hermione's well-being. That is why I'm trusting you three to get her to St. Mungo's safely. I will come and get you when the time is right. The healers will find a place for you three young men to stay over night. Now," he said, walking over to Hermione's bed so they could all touch the hat. Harry silently volunteered to hold it so Dumbledore wouldn't be touching it when they traveled, "This will take you right outside the St. Mungo's hospital door.

"But, professor," Hermione said with difficulty. The pain on her face was so much that Harry winced, "How do we get in? We don't know what password to tell the manikin."

"That is precisely what I was about to tell you," Dumbledore calmly explained, "Snuffles."

"What…?" began Harry, anger flaring up in him as he glared at Dumbledore. When he wasn't pre-occupied with other things, all he had thought about was Sirius. How could Dumbledore make Sirius pen name a password? Didn't he have any heart at all?

One glance from the professor quieted Harry, "Snuffles is the password."

Harry suddenly felt a familiar sensation of something jerking somewhere around his naval and he felt himself bumping into Ron who was next to him.

Harry felt ground beneath his feet, but didn't fall this time like he had the first time he'd ever taken a port-key.

Malfoy caught Hermione just before she hit the ground and Ron gave him a nasty glare.

The three of them walked up to the run-down building that didn't look as if it could house any business at all much less a hospital.

"Uh…" started Harry, looking up at the motionless and lifeless manikin, "Snuffles?" he said with uncertainty.

The manikin gave a slight nod and Harry walked through the doors, hoping the others would do the same.

The four of them found themselves in a busy atrium.

Almost immediately a healer hurried up to them and said, "Albus said you'd be coming shortly. How's she hurt? Albus said it was her side. Well, she's got to be examined anyway. Locomta puella!" he said and Hermione floated off with the healer following closely behind.

How Professor Dumbledore knew exactly how Hermione felt was mystifying to Harry.

"Well, I reckon we'd better sit down until she's ready," said Ron, plopping down in an empty chair.

Harry looked over at Draco who was leaning against the wall and looking very worried.

Harry meandered over to him, unaware of how to approach him. The last time Draco and he had talked it wasn't pretty.

"Worried about Hermione?" Harry asked him. Draco quickly glanced at him, but then looked back to the floor and nodded.

"So um…I hope you don't mind me asking this," said Harry, crossing his arms and looking to the ground, "but uh, what…exactly…is going on between you two?"

Draco looked at him for a longer period of time and Harry was afraid he'd pushed the wrong buttons, "N…nothing why?" he asked.

Harry saw a bit of evil fill Draco's eyes, but it disappeared as quickly as it had come.

"Just curious," Harry muttered, "You guys are acting a little…oddly toward each other."

"Nothing, nothing," Draco mumbled.

"Alright, I believe you," Harry calmly said, although he didn't in the slightest bit. He'd get the truth out of Hermione soon enough.

"Do you think she'll be okay?" Draco apprehensively asked.

"Oh yeah," Harry said, nodding, "I have no doubt she'll be fine. I'm sure it's just a few broken ribs or something."