Chapter Four: Blue Eyed Savoir
It's so warm. Where am I? My chest, it feels warm. Where am I?
Hermione's eyes fluttered open and she then realized that she was being carried, on someone's back, her hands hanging over their shoulders. Then she noticed that that 'someone' had silvery blonde hair.
"Malfoy," Hermione said in a weak whisper, the person carrying her stopped and looked back at her with intense looking blue-grey eyes.
"So, your awake are you?" Draco Malfoy asked, "'bout time."
"Shut up…" Hermione started, but she never finished the sentence, the darkness was engulfing her again, and for some reason, that frightened her terribly, she started to cry.
"What the bloody hells wrong, now?" Draco asked her.
"Don't let it take me," Hermione pleaded, as the darkness grew even darker around her.
"What?" Draco asked, Hermione barely noted that he sounded slightly worried.
"Please," Hermione cried, hot tears burning her eyes, "don't let them take me."
"What? What do you mean?" Wait, wake up!" Draco's voice called out to her, but it was no use, the darkness had already taken her; the last thing she saw was a pair of steel-blue eyes, full of worry and concern, looking back at her.
When Hermione, finally, woke up, she noticed that she was lying in one of the beds in the Hospital Wing. She tried to sit up, but fell back down immediately, holding her head.
I feel so dizzy. Hermione noticed, but what happened to me? I can't remember anything, what happened to me? Suddenly, something flashed across Hermione's mind, I remember eyes, steel-blue eyes, staring at me concerned, and almost…afraid.
"Oh, Miss Granger," A voice came through her thoughts, "your awake!"
Hermione looked over and saw Madame Pomfrey hurrying towards her.
"What happened?" It was all Hermione could say.
"I didn't expect you to remember," Madame Pomfrey mulled, "What is the last thing you do remember, Miss Granger?"
"I remember," Hermione began, but was interrupted by someone bursting into the Hospital Wing.
"Madame Pomfrey, is Hermione alright?" Harry enquired, skidding to a halt at the end of Hermione's bed, Ginny was right behind him, with Ron bringing up the rear. They all had the same look of frightful concern placed upon their faces.
"Would you please keep your voices down? I have other patients in here, you know!" Madame Pomfrey exclaimed, she gestured around to the two other occupied beds, which had a sleeping Neville lying in one, and a sleeping Goyle in the other (their mind attachment potion had somehow exploded).
"Sorry," Harry apologized, and then sat down in the chair closest to Hermione's bedside, "How are you feeling?"
"Okay," Hermione answered, though her voice was still weak, "I guess."
"Hermione!" Ginny exclaimed, running to Hermione's side and looking down at her.
"Miss Weasly, please lower your tone," Madame Pomfrey pleaded, then added, "and would you all please leave, I need to check her over."
"Sorry, but Madame Pomfrey," Ginny said, in an urgent tone of voice. "Look at Hermione's neck! There are red marks all over it!"
"What? Let me see," Madame Pomfrey hurried forward, Ginny backed up so that Madame Pomfrey could see the marks, "Miss Granger, these are hand marks, who did this to you?"
"I don't remember," Hermione said, truthfully.
"Hermione stop covering for that stupid git!" Harry yelled, not caring about waking Neville up.
"Mister Potter, please, watch your language!" Madame Pomfrey warned him.
"Its Malfoy who did this to you, wasn't it!" Harry yelled, not even apologizing for his language. "And don't lie!"
"Harry, really," Hermione pleaded, "I don't remember."
Harry looked at her intensely for a second, and then slumped back in his chair, "I'm just worried about you Hermione."
"I know you are, but," Hermione stopped as she felt the urge to puke sneak up on her; she put a hand to her mouth.
"Hermione!" Harry was on his feet, looking at her with alarm.
"All of you out, right now!" Madame Pomfrey spoke up, and without waiting for them to retort, she kicked them out, and closed the Hospital Wing doors behind them.
"Just rest, Miss Granger," Madame Pomfrey soothed, making her way back to Hermione's bed, "you'll feel better after a good long rest."
Hermione waited a moment before responding, making sure that the feeling of barfing had subsided, said, "Thank you."
"Just rest." Madame Pomfrey repeated.
Hermione did as she was told, she lay back in her hospital bed, and within minutes, she was fast a sleep.
At the end of the day, Hermione, feeling much better she had been allowed to leave the hospital wing, headed for her common room. Madame Pomfrey had been sceptical of allowing Hermione to leave, considering she had been admitted with finger marks along her neck, but since Hermione could, in no way, remember who had done it, she had had no choice, but to allow Hermione to leave.
Hermione walked along the corridors, than stopped, when she heard voices, coming from the corridor up ahead.
"Ron, come on," Came Harry's voice, from around the corner just up ahead, "just apologize to her already!"
Hermione peeked, cautiously, around the corner, to see Harry, and Ron, walking along it, away from her. She, also, noticed that Ron wasn't walking himself; Harry had a grip on Ron's upper left arm, and was dragging him down the corridor.
"Why?" Ron retorted hotly, "She told me to eat dragon dung!"
"Only because you just about cut off her blood flow!" Harry reasoned, still dragging Ron by the arm, "besides, aren't you the least bit worried about who put those finger marks on her neck!"
"Of course, I am!" Ron shouted, then his voice became quiet, "but,"
"But nothing!" Harry interrupted him, "if you're worried, then you're worried, and you should visit her, there's no two ways about!"
Harry's always the one who tries to keep us together, Hermione smiled to herself as she thought this. She tiptoed down the corridor when she saw Harry, and Ron, exit the other end. She got to the end, and looked around the corner to see where they were, they were already halfway down the hall.
"Harry," Ron wondered aloud, "are you even sure this is the way to the Heads dorm?"
"Weren't you the who said that Percy told you that, when he was Head boy, his dorm was up on the seventh floor, through the portrait of himself, and the Head Girl." Harry asked Ron, turning the next corner; Hermione followed them, silently.
"Oh," Ron admitted, gloomily, "right."
"Ron you can't deny that she deserves an apology for what happened on the train, anyway." Harry pointed out.
"Well, no," Ron admitted, even more gloomily.
"Then will you please walk by yourself?" Harry asked in an annoyed voice.
"Fine," Ron gave in, Harry released him, and Ron walked in stride beside him.
"Hey," Ron suddenly spoke up after a couple minutes; Hermione noticed that they were now only a small ways from the Heads common room, as Ron said, with a moderate amount of alarm in his voice, "what if we run into Malfoy!"
"So what, we can take him," Harry said, as though it were the most obvious thing in world.
"And he can take house points," Ron reminded Harry, "he's Head boy, now!"
"Oh," Harry said, as this thought occurred to him, "well, I'm sure we won't run into him, he'll more than likely be in his room shagging some idiot girl."
Ron laughed, and then said, "I have to agree with you there, mate."
Hermione suddenly felt like her heartstrings were being pluck, at the sound of Malfoy shagging some girl, but she brushed the feeling away, immediately.
Harry, and Ron, turned down the corridor that had the portrait to the Heads common room on the wall.
"What the fuck!" Ron swore, as they reached the portrait of Hermione, and Draco.
Oh! I forgot the portrait! Hermione realized, Ohmigod! How on earth am I going to explain it?
"Hey!" Came Draco's voice, Hermione he that it was the portrait version, and not the real thing, "there is a lady present, so please, watch your tongue!"
"So, we're just supposed to stand here and watch you shag our best friend!" Ron hollered at the portrait of Hermione, and Draco.
"Ron, you do realize that it's just a portrait, right?" Harry asked his best friend, looking at him as though he had lost his marbles.
Ron suddenly became quiet, and said in a small voice, "yeah, I knew that."
There was a moment's pause then Hermione watched, from around a corner, as Harry knocked on the portrait's frame. Hermione heard Draco's voice came through the portrait door, "Who's there?"
Harry, and Ron, looked at each other, not knowing what to say, or if they should say anything, at all.
Hermione took this as her clue to make her appearance. She walked, slowly, around the corner, then called, "Harry, what are you doing here?"
Both Harry, and Ron, jumped and turned.
"Hermione!" Harry ran forward, and gave her a brief, slightly awkward, hug, then put an arm around her shoulder, and walked with her back to Ron.
"Um," Ron started, "Hermione?"
"What?" Hermione said in a sour tone, she was still mad at him for hurting her wrist so much, though she knew she was just being petty.
Ron winced slightly at the tone of her voice, "Well, I just, wanted, you know, to say…I'm sorry."
Hermione waited a few moments before saying, "Me, too, I hadn't meant to snap at you like I did."
"It's okay, I deserved it." Ron reasoned.
"No you didn't." Hermione told him.
"Yes I did." Ron contradicted.
"No, you didn't"
"Did."
"Didn't!"
"All right, guys, enough!" Harry shouted, putting an end to Hermione's, and Ron's, pointless contradicting of each other.
Hermione, and Ron, started laughing, then, after a moment, Harry did, too.
"Want to see the Heads common room?" Hermione asked.
"Sure!" Harry, and Ron, answered in unison.
"Step back somewhat, I need to tell it the password," Hermione told them.
Harry, and Ron, hesitated for a moment, but stepped back about ten, or more, feet.
"United," Hermione whispered to the portrait, and the portrait swung open, and, seeing this, Harry, and Ron walked forward to Hermione's side, and together they entered the Heads common room together.
"By the way, Hermione, what's with that portrait?" Ron asked her.
"I have no clue." Hermione answered him.
They entered the common room to see Draco Malfoy in a pair of Slytherin boxers, and a black, button up, T-shirt, that wasn't buttoned up, stretched out on the couch. He looked over at them as they entered, and sat up quickly at the sight of Harry, and Ron.
"No Potter, and Weasel in this common room, get out!" Draco spat at Harry, and Ron.
"They're my friends, and I'm Head Girl, so I have every right to bring them in here!" Hermione shouted at Draco.
Draco opened his mouth to talk back, but Hermione wasn't finished, "Besides, you brought Pansy in here earlier today! So, I can,"
Hermione's head, out of nowhere, started to spin, she brought a hand to her head, she felt as if she was going to pass out. She swayed on the spot, she was just about to fall when someone caught her around the middle, all she saw was flaming red hair, and then she was gone.
She woke up to a pair of worried green eyes.
"Oh, Harry," Hermione said, trying to sit up, but Harry forced her back down.
"Just lie down, and rest, Hermione." Harry told her.
"Well, maybe a small nap, wouldn't hurt…" Hermione's voice trailed off as sleep over took her.
The next time Hermione woke up, there were no eyes, green, or steel blue, to greet her.
"Hello?" She called out; she couldn't even tell where she was.
No answer.
"HELLO!" She called a little louder.
"So, your awake.' A voice called from her left, she looked over, and noticed two things, first, she was in her bedroom, lying in bed, and, secondly, there, in the doorway, was Draco Malfoy.
"Malfoy?" Hermione asked, she wasn't a hundred percent sure what she was seeing, at the moment.
"The one and only." Draco said, taking a step into her bedroom.
"What do you want?" Hermione asked, closing her eyes as a fainting spell threatened to take her.
"You okay?"
"Why do you care?"
Draco didn't answer, but he took another small step forward.
"Where's Harry?" Hermione asked, she was starting to feel a little dizzy, but she didn't faint, and she kept her eyes closed.
"Dumbledore called him to his office," Draco answered, taking, yet another, step into Hermione's room.
"What about Ron?" Hermione wondered, not noticing, since her eyes were closed, how far into her room Draco had come.
"McGonagall told him, and the little weaselette, to leave." Draco informed her, now standing right beside her bed.
Hermione opened her eyes, and saw, now, how close Draco was to her, but somehow, she didn't mind his presences beside her. In fact
"Um," Hermione started, but she stopped, and gasped, when she saw him looking at her. It wasn't the fact that he was looking at her that made her gasp, but his eyes themselves. She was lost in them, and they looked so familiar to her. They were a steel blue colour, then, Hermione remembered them.
"Thank you!" Hermione blurted out, before she could stop herself.
Draco looked slightly puzzled, "For what?"
"I remember you're the one who was carrying me?"
Draco looked at his feet, then glanced up at Hermione, "Um, so?"
"So, I wanted to say 'thank you', so thank you!" Hermione told him.
"Well, um," Draco stammered, to Hermione, he looked a touch on the nervous side.
"Is the great Draco Malfoy, nervous?" Hermione teased, though her head still felt horrible.
Draco looked straight at her, he didn't say anything for a moment, but then, "Yes."
Hermione's mind twirled with the thought of what Draco had just said, she had only been teasing him, and so, she hadn't expected him to say 'yes'.
"Why?" Hermione asked, looking at Draco in total bewilderment.
"Because," Draco began, looking back down at his feet, again.
Just then, Harry streaked into the room, looking ecstatic. He didn't even notice Draco standing beside Hermione's bed. He just ran over, elbowed Draco out of the way, and sat down on the edge of Hermione's bed. Draco, surprisingly, didn't even try to knock Harry out for body checking him; he just slipped slightly out of her room, closing the door behind him.
"You won't believe it Hermione!" Harry said, Hermione had to smile at the looked that was plastered across Harry's face; he looked (as the saying goes) like a kid in a candy store. His green eyes were bright, and sparkling, and he had a grin that would of out done Lockhart's (that is if he remembered himself).
"What is it Harry?" Hermione said, trying to sound as enthusiastic as she could.
"Nope," Harry said, waving a finger in front of Hermione's face.
"What?"
"It's not Harry."
Hermione was confused, and her head hurt enough without Harry making it worse, "Harry, what are you talking about?"
"I'm a teacher!" Harry said, his eyes growing wide, and shining even more.
"A what?" Hermione asked she wasn't sure whether she had heard him correctly.
"A teacher," Harry repeated, "The Defence Against The Dark Arts teacher. Dumbledore just called me up to his office to ask me if I'd be all right with it, I, of course said 'yes'. It was awesome!"
"Really, Harry?" Hermione asked, now, finally, understanding what was going on, "But, no offence, but, why you, you are just a student after all."
"Yeah, I asked him that, too," Harry admitted, "he said that he wanted me to because of how I was able to handle doing those DA meetings in fifth year!"
"Oh, yeah," Hermione remembered, "You were a pretty good teacher, I must admit! Well, congrats Harry, you know, we should celebrate!"
"Yeah, that's what Ginny was saying," Harry said.
"Really?" Hermione asked, sitting up fully in bed without realizing it.
"Yeah!" Harry said, then the smile, for some reason, faded from his face, "but are you up to it? You should be resting right now."
Hermione smiled at him, "I'm fine, now, don't worry about it! Hey, I'm sitting up! I usually got dizzy when I tried to sit up, but now, I feel fine!"
Harry returned her smile, "I'm glad, but you should still rest."
"Okay," Hermione agreed, lying back down.
Harry turned, but then stopped and turned back around.
"What is it, Harry?" Hermione asked him.
Harry stood there for a moment, then blush, turned, and ran from the room, a hand covering his now beet red face, and, knowing exactly why he was blushing, Hermione smiled, turned over and drifted into a peaceful, Harry-filled, sleep.
A/N-Please Read&Review, thanks! Byes!