A/N As nitengale suggested I have a Draco thought chapter, sorry it is kinda short

As the burns mended underneath the orange paste Draco thought about the Quidditch game. Could that all have happened the way that Potter had said? Had Hermione Granger, the mudblood, saved him from his death when his broom got struck by lightning? If she did she was putting her own life in danger.

He shifted in his bed. The paste was stinging his arms really bad but, he supposed, it was better with his burns mending then them just hurting.

Hermione Granger had saved him. He could not believe this. He was saved by the same person that had dissed him just hours before the match. He racked his brain for some memory

He could remember looking up and seeing a large amount of light heading toward him. He remembered clinging to his broom as the lightning struck it. He imagined he must have been falling.

There it was. A women's grunt. He supposed that must have been Hermione's as she caught him. He could remember getting cradled on a broom. He remembered in his hand he still clasped his broom. He thought maybe his Nimbus 2001 had hit Hermione in her head and caused the cut. Though that could have been the bludger she had taken right in the face before his fall.

He now felt guilty for laughing when the ball struck her face, sending her spiraling around dazed for a few moments.

Hermione was stronger then he first thought, not just physically, because he knew how strong she is, he remembered in his third year the time she smacked him across his face, she left a bruise. He rubbed his cheek in memory. But mentally. He now knew she was not going to give up. She had been hit in the head and kept playing the game even though she had been struck in the head. She was strong.

Strength was one of the qualities he found attractive in girls. Whoa. Wait a minute. Did he like Hermione because of her strength? Or because of her beauty? Did he like her at all? After all she was a Mudblood. But did that matter anymore?

He remembered seeing her face before the match. He looked up at recognition of her name to see if she had siked herself out. But no. She was staring straight at him with the look of determination on her face. Her bushy brown hair blowing back in the breeze. He just stared straight into her brown orbs as she crossed the field in her scarlet robes.

The feelings he was feeling at that moment came flooding back to him like the way the rain flooded the Quidditch field. He remembered just wanting to be next to her. To hold her. Whoa, what the hell? Hold her be near her. NO! What would his father say?

Now wait, his father was an asshole! He did not have to worry about him anymore.

But disobeying his father mean that he would like to go out or even date Hermione?

He fell asleep with mixed emotions.

A/N Thank you for all of your kind reviews. This was totally a thought scene.

Nitengale- great suggestion

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