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"Catch me if you can!" screamed Hermione. She was running across the Quidditch Pitch away from Draco, was who was now chasing her top speed. She ran into the middle of the pitch, smiling at an already sweating Draco coming towards her who himself was laughing and smiling as well. He never felt so happy in all his life than this moment. He ran up to her, tackled her to the ground gently, and kissed her softly. The rays of sunlight were beating down on them both, which were starting to irk as they started to hit his eyes. He tried batting them away, but to no prevail they did not go. Turning over on his side away from Hermione, he fell off his bed knocking his head against his nightstand. It was another dream. He growled as he sat up and rubbed the back of his head, feeling something warm. Drawing his hand away, he was covered in his own blood.

"Great. Just spiffing." He said more irritated than ever. He stood up, walked over to his bathroom door, opened it, and walked inside. Walking over to the sink, he turned the faucet on starting the flow of water, to crash against the marble of the sink. Making bloody fingerprints around the sink, he washed his hands thoroughly and looked in the mirror. Why does father have to come this weekend? There isn't anything here for him to protest about. Well...maybe Dumbledore, but he's but a different story. I just...don't want him here. He sighed and reached over to a towel on his right and put it to his head, stopping the course of blood from spilling against his skin, although it stained his platinum blonde hair. I should take a shower, now, because of this. However, I'll have to deal with this damned thing. Nice.

Hermione grumbled as the rays of sunlight peeked into her windows across her lethargic face. Not now. Give me five frickin' minutes. The rays denied her thoughtful wishes. She opened her eyes slowly, turning away from the window instead looking at her door. She wanted to get out and do something...something fun. But, what?

While she was thinking, she swung her legs on the side of her bed staggering to her feet. She gave a frail yawn and trudged towards her bathroom, looking in her mirror she rubbed at her eyes. Eyes...heavy...bed...cozy. Turning around attempting to go back to bed, she slipped on her rug, screaming for a mere second, by hitting her head against her sink.

A scream. A shrill scream. Draco's head shot straight up as he heard a scream, escape Hermione's room. "Holy shit."

Running away from his bathroom and room, he ran towards Hermione's room. Reaching there, he tried opening her door, except it was locked. God damn it, Hermione, why would you lock it! In addition, just for my luck, I left my wand in my room. Oh, yeah. Duh. A light bulb finally lit off in his head, he would do it wandlessly, like, doi?

Alohomora.

Her door swung open and he didn't see a Hermione in this room. Was this a trick being played on him? He looked over to his right and saw that the bathroom door was cracked open, with a light on. He rushed inside and saw Hermione lying sprawled on the floor unmoving. Picking her up quickly and walking out of her room, he laid her on her own bed. Conjuring a damp towel, he dabbed it against her face brushing away fallen hairs away from her face. She is so beautiful. Can't I just kiss her?

His thoughts and mesmerizing came to a halt as Hermione's eyes fluttered for a moment. His breath caught in his throat, he resumed to making sure she was okay.

"Her-Hermione?" he said softly. He rested his hand on the side of her face, and spoke her name again. Her eyes opening slowly, he smiled slightly and he stared at her with awe.

Lifting her hand to her head, she felt so weak. Her arms felt like paper, so light and delicate. Instead of pushing herself to make her arms work, she rested them on her side. Although, her new admiration of the hour was Draco Malfoy. Who was sitting on her bed, making sure that she was okay...resulting in him busting in to help her. Never did she think that he would ever do that, for her. Especially...her.

"You okay, down there?" said Draco grinning at her.

"Y-yeah. I t-think so..." Her eyes were heavier than a ton of bricks. She wanted more sleep. "...W-what happened?"

"I'm not sure exactly, but I think you hit your head against your sink and I heard you scream, so I rushed here to see what was wrong." Looking embarrassed with what he said, he turned his head away from her and turned the color of a flippin' red color spectrum. It was pretty awesome. She laughed and groaned, her head was pounding.

"You think it's funny?"

"Mhm."

"Yeah, well... your face is."

Hermione's emotions were given an enormous stab in the back. "Get out."

"What?"

"GET OUT!" She held her head together and gave him eyes of loathing, hatred, and a million fuck-you's.

"...I was only kidding." he said getting up. "I was only trying to lighten the mood, to make you feel better. I guess you don't get out much...Granger." With that, he exited her room, slamming her door, causing her headache to skyrocket. Giving a silent scream she rested her head against her pillow and sighed herself into a head screaming sleep.

Almost forgetting about the cut and blood on him, he walked to the common room entrance door, remembering he ran to his room to take a shower. Never in all his life did he embarrass himself, from helping her he thought. Washing his body ;D , he kept on thinking to himself, What if she saw the blood? What would she say?...Whatever, she wouldn't say anything. Why do I care?

Stepping out of the shower, he wrapped his towel around him and walked out of the bathroom, not even bothering to look in the mirror at all. Walking into his room he saw Pansy Parkinson, lying down on his bed she blew a bubble from her wad of gum and looked him up and down slowly. The bitch-slut-fucked by every guy Slytherin, was in his room. He sighed.

"What do you want Pansy?"

"You know what I want, Drakie."

"What? A fuck? What should you be paid galleons for fucking every Slytherin known to this school?" he sneered.

Her eyes widened slightly and she smirked. "Oh, your words they inspire me. But, what do I need galleons for? Mummy and daddy already have enough."

"I was never talking about your parents. I was talking about you. Leave my room. I don't want you here."

She got up, walked over to him, and pinned him against the wall, kissing him firmly. He pushed her away and she fell to the ground. "I said, Leave. My. Room."

With narrowed eyes and a smirk across her face, she got up, walked to the door, and said, "You know Draco, you shouldn't do that. It'll mess up your reputation; don't think you want that happening." She walked out laughing icily.

"God damn that girl. Fuck." mumbled Draco. He was already a bit exhausted from today's early events and decided to walk downstairs in his towel. So obviously he did. He sat down on the couch and just thought for what seemed like forever. He didn't know what to do anymore. Maybe he should just stop worrying about Hermione. She's fine, you imbecile. Well...atleast I hope so. He screamed and walked back upstairs to his room and slammed the door, went over to his bed and slept, forgetting that he wasn't dressed.

-- AN: I'm really sorry that this chappie is a lot shorter. It's like a million words short, but my brain went blank.
Ick. If you want me to limit the amount of profanity in my next chapters, I would be happy to. Erm. Anyway, I'm working on two other stories, maybe that's the reason for the lack of words. :
My bad. Love you guys, though. && I should be getting more comments you, frogsicles. 5? Yeah, right. Gimme more. plzthxilubbye