Draco Potter?
Chapter 6: Secret's out
Hermione slowly opened her eyes. She had no idea where she was or what happened. It was almost morning. She heard birds whistling. Light slowly crept into the room. She looked around and recognized it as the Hospital Wing. It was almost completely empty, except for someone sleeping on the bed next to her. She didn't really care who it was.
What am I doing here, Hermione thought.
She tried to sit up, but she felt a stinging pain and lay down again. What the--, she thought and then she remembered. She remembered detention, the gnarl, how Malfoy saved her, everything. She looked at the person beside her again. It was Malfoy. How predictable. His face and part of his arms were bruised and one of his legs was in a cast. What happened to him? He didn't look at all like the Malfoy Hermione knew. She had seen a totally different side of him. Almost Harry-like. Almost.
"Stop staring at me, Granger".
Hermione started. She was so deep in thought, that she didn't notice him waking up.
"I wasn't staring at you!" she shot back.
"Yeah, you were", Malfoy said, with his famous smirk.
"No, I wasn't! I was just wondering what happened to you. What did happen to you?"
"Oh that", he said, glancing at his leg, "Your friends Scarboy and Weasel came to visit you. And it was not pretty. Lots of cursing, hitting, kicking, I flew out the window... The usual".
"You what!" Hermione said worried.
"I flew out the window. It sounds worse than it is, really".
"We're on the third floor!"
"Yeah... It's not that bad really. I just broke my leg in two places and a few ribs. And Weasel broke my nose, but Madam Pomfrey already healed that".
Hermione's mouth fell open. "Not that bad!"
"Will you stop making a big deal out of this? You were worse of than me", Malfoy said irritated.
"How long have I been here anyway?"
"Five days. It's Sunday".
Oh no, I missed four schooldays, Hermione thought. "Do we still have detention?" she asked hopefully.
"Nope. McGonagal said we've been through enough. She got so mad at Filch..." Malfoy smiled at the thought.
Hermione smiled too. No more detention. But for some reason part of her was disappointed that she wasn't forced to spend time with Malfoy anymore. Why? It's not like she liked him or anything. Was it? She wondered.
Wait, no!, Hermione thought, as her smile faded, No way that I like Malfoy. He's Malfoy! The amazing bouncing ferret. That would be sick and wrong. That would be against all laws of man.
The rest of the day passed in silence. Hermione glanced at him a lot. She even caught Malfoy looking at her a few times. Then he just smiled and looked away, leaving her thinking: What the hell?
The next day they still had to stay in the Hospital Wing. Hermione had to stay for another week, Malfoy left tomorrow. The morning was pretty uneventful. Hermione and Malfoy actually talked a few times. Around lunchtime, Harry and Ron came by.
"Hi!", Hermione said happily. She felt like she didn't see them in forever. She was really glad to see them.
"Hi", Ron said, glaring at Malfoy. "We brought you Chocolate Frogs". Harry handed her a bag.
"Ooh, thanks!", Hermione said and quickly opened and ate one. "Yum! I feel like I didn't eat in days".
"Well, you were unconscious for 3 days", Malfoy said.
"Shut up, asshole", Ron snapped, not looking at him.
"How brave of you. Dare saying that to my face", Malfoy said and jumped off his bed. You could see the pain on his face. But at that moment he didn't care that he already broke his leg and a few ribs.
"Ok", Ron said and turned around, "Shut up, asshole".
"Oh no, you didn't", Malfoy said, taking a few steps closer with difficulty.
"No, I really did", Ron said, glaring at him. Malfoy was lucky that looks didn't kill.
"Not again", Harry sighed and got out of the way. Hermione's good mood vanished.
Malfoy hit Ron in his face. Naturally, Ron flew at him and hit him back. Malfoy fell and Hermione heard something snap.
"Stop!", Hermione yelled desperately and instinctively waved her hands. Suddenly everything froze.
What the--, Hermione thought. The guys were standing in the same position. They looked really weird. Frightened, she looked at the clock. It had stopped ticking, like she froze time. How could she do that? She looked at her hands with her mouth open. She was completely in shock. First she could unintentionally move things with her mind and become really strong, and now this. What's happening to me?, she thought. It was too much. She just wanted to be normal. As normal as a witch could be anyway.
Hermione started when the door slowly opened. Oh no, she thought, How do I unfreeze them? She waved her hands again, praying that it worked.
"What's going on here!", Madam Pomfrey yelled furiously, looking at Ron and Malfoy. "This is a Hospital Wing!" She glared at Harry and Ron. "Didn't I ban you two?" She got out her wand, muttered something, and they flew out the door. Malfoy groaned. Unable to say anything, Madam Pomfrey put him back on his bed and walked away to get a healing potion.
Hermione looked worriedly at Malfoy, who was fighting not to cry. "Are you okay?" She felt stupid before the last word left her lips.
"Never better", Malfoy grinned. Madam Pomfrey walked in the room again and, glaring at him, she forced a potion down his throat. Without saying a word, she left. She looked too mad to say anything.
Four days later Hermione stared sadly at the empty bed beside her. She never thought that she would actually miss Malfoy. But she did. It was really boring without him. And Harry and Ron couldn't come by either, because they were banned. Hermione just spent the last few days wondering about her new power and "enjoying" the creepy silence. She tried to freeze time a few times, and once or twice it worked.
Hermione was wishing that someone would save her from the boredom, when the door opened. She couldn't believe what she saw. It couldn't be. There was no way that what she was seeing was real. But when Malfoy smiled and said "Hi", she had to believe it.
"What are you doing here?" was the only thing Hermione could think of saying.
Malfoy closed the door behind him and walked towards her. "Don't tell me you're not happy to see me?" he sat on her bed. Hermione opened her mouth to say something, but she couldn't.
Malfoy chuckled. "I just thought you needed distraction. And you're here because of me. Besides, it's not like I have anything better to do".
"Who are you?" Hermione managed to say. She looked at him in a whole different light. He was so sweet. She looked in his gray eyes. Somehow they didn't look so cold anymore. He looked back. They couldn't control what happened next. Their faces came closer and closer, until finally their lips touched. Hermione wasn't even surprised that it felt good. She put her arms around him. He stroked her cheek. They never wanted it to end.
Suddenly someone screamed "Hermione!". Not bothering to look up, she waved her hands. To her disappointment, Malfoy pulled away. He looked in the direction of where the sound came from.
"What did you do?" he whispered.
Hermione looked at what he was looking. Ron was on the other side of the window opposite her bed. He was on his broom and his face was pressed against the glass. His mouth was wide open and his eyes were full of something that looked like sadness. He was frozen.
He jumped off the bed, but Hermione grabbed his arm. "No! Don't go! I can explain. I think. Please, stay". When Malfoy got her hand off and was already walking to the door, Hermione said at a last attempt: "You're related to Harry!"
Authors Note: I'm soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo sorry that it took me so long to write something. There were just so many things... I moved to Holland, war between my parents... I was just so busy. And when I did have time to write, I couldn't think of anything. And I'm sorry that this chapter is so short, but it just seemed like the perfect moment to stop. But I promise I will write more chapters soon. And they will be way better. And longer.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything xcept the plot, Rebecca, Hermione's powers, blablabla.