A/N - I love whoever is still reading this story!

Chapter Nine: Her

Draco stood there in the Head's Common room, staring at the back of the portrait hole, thinking, what should I do? I want to go visit Hermione, but if Potter sees me coming he'll suspect something, and I know that Hermione wants to tell Potter herself, when she's ready, about us...whatever we are.

Draco ran his hands through his hair, what do I do? Somebody, please, tell me what I should do!

"Mudblood out for the day? Good."

Draco's body turned to stone, his blood ran cold, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.

I did not just hear that voice. There is no way in hell I just heard that voice, Draco pleaded with his mind.

Slowly, Draco turned, towards the fireplace, where he had heard the voice come from, only to stare straight into the fierce, cold, eyes of his worst nightmare.

In a small voice, Draco addressed the man before him, "Hello, father."

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"Now, this might hurt a bit," Madame Pomfrey, said, touching the tip of her wand to Hermione's head.

Hermione winced, and tried to brush Madame Pomfrey's hand away, but Madame Pomfrey held Hermione's hands away with her hand that wasn't trying to heal Hermione's head. Madame Pomfrey muttered a spell, and the wound on Hermione's head healed over.

"Now," Madame Pomfrey said, letting go of Hermione's hands, she moved and sat in front of Hermione, and cast the light charm, lumos.

Madame Pomfrey looked at Hermione's eyes, and took on a sad expression, "I'm afraid, you have a mild concussion, my dear."

"What?" Hermione exclaimed, "I thought you fixed my head?"

"I only healed the wound, I can't heal a concussion," Madame Pomfrey admitted.

There was a knock on the door of the Hospital Wing door, and three people entered, Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Snape.

"Hello Headmaster, Minerva, Severus," Madame Pomfrey said.

"Hello Madame Pomfrey," Dumbledore returned the greeting, and was the only one who did so.

The three teachers walked over to Hermione's bedside, and sat down on three chairs that Madame Pomfrey summoned.

"Now, Miss Granger," Professor Dumbledore started, but before he went further, the doors to the Hospital Wing burst open, and Harry came running in.

"Mister Potter, please, I have patients in here that are trying to get some rest," Madame Pomfrey scolded, as Harry came to a stop at the end of Hermione's bed, and she gestured around to the beds of the Hospital Wing where victims of that mornings brawl lay sleeping.

"Oh, sorry Madame Pomfrey," Harry said, breathing heavily, "But, Hermione," Harry looked at Hermione, then he got mad, "I TOLD YOU NOT TO LEAVE THAT ROOM!"

"Mister Potter, please," Madame Pomfrey said in an urgent tone of voice.

Harry took a breath, and continued in a calmer tone, "Why the hell did you leave the head's common room when I told you to stay!"

"D-Malfoy, told me to come here," Hermione explained.

"So, you'll listen to Malfoy, and not me, that's low Hermione!" Harry said, and glared at her.

Hermione's eyes watered; I can't believe Harry's acting this way!

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"He's giving you one chance Draco," Lucious Malfoy informed his son, Draco who was standing before him, still in shock from the sudden appearance of father.

"Yes, father," Draco, replied.

"Good," Lucious said in his smooth voice, "Now, for your orders, Draco."

"And they would be?" Draco inquired.

"Get her to him," Lucious said with a pleased smirk.

Draco's eyes grew wide, and he stared at his father.

"What's wrong, Draco?" Lucious asked, giving his son a creepy smile.

"Uh, nothing," Draco said snapping to attention.

"Then you will do what you are asked," Lucious said, with a cold glare.

"Uh, yes, father," Draco, said.

"Good," Lucious said, then he threw a handful of Floo powder into the fireplace stepped in and disappeared after a shout of 'Malfoy Manor'.

Draco shook with fright, Damn him!

With that, Draco ran from the Heads' common room, and down the corridor, towards the hospital wing.

Draco arrived outside the doors of the hospital wing, just in time to listen to the voice of Potter shouting.

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"HAVE YOU GONE COMPLETEY INSANE?" Harry shouted, ignoring Madame Pomfrey's repeated attempts to quite him down, "YOU GO WALTZING AROUND THE SCHOOL AFTER WHAT RON DID? WHAT WOULD HAVE HAPPENED IF HE HAD BEEN IN ONE OF THOSE HALLS?"

"I would of informed Mister Malfoy," A voice answered Harry.

Everyone in the room, looked to where the voice had come from, it was the picture of Draco that the real Draco had sent to make sure Hermione arrived safely to the hospital wing.

"WHAT? SO HE COULD LAUGH HIS ARSE OFF!" Harry shouted.

It was then that the hospital wing doors burst open, and on the other side of them stood one pissed of Draco Malfoy, "EXCUSE ME, BUT I DON'T THINK I LIKE YOU TALKING SHIT ABOUT ME BEHIND MY BACK!"

Harry glared darkly at Draco, and Draco glared right back.

"Guys," Hermione spoke meekly, her face covered in tears.

Harry didn't even spare her a glance; he only continued to glare at Draco. Draco, on the other hand, looked over at her.

Draco sighed at the sight of Hermione's tears; he walked over to her and hugged her, in front of everyone there. He didn't care what they thought anymore, he was tired of listening to everyone else, and watching others suffering from his actions.

"Draco?" Hermione asked in a weak voice.

"I'm sorry," Draco whispered to her, "I'm so sorry, Hermione."

Everyone in the room had a different expression looking at the scene before them. Harry had plain and utter shock, Professor McGonagall looked a little dizzy, and slightly confused, Madame Pomfrey, who didn't completely understand the past of the two embracing before her, had a small smile on her face, Dumbledore was beaming and his eyes were sparkling, and Professor Snape looked as though he may be on the verge of sending Draco on a one-way trip to heaven.

"Now," Dumbledore spoke, as Draco sat on the edge of Hermione's bed, one arm around Hermione's shoulders, "I was just going to tell Miss Granger, before Mister Potter entered, that I think I've figured out the reason behind Mister Weasley's odd behaviour."

"Huh?" Harry said, shaking his head, and then he looked to Dumbledore, "Oh, um, what reason is that, Professor?"

"It has come to my knowledge that Mister Weasley received some chocolates from a so-called 'secret admirer', and I have found, with some help from Professor Snape, that these chocolates have been spiked with a potion that makes, the one who ingests it, hate and grow increasingly angry with a select individual, or group."

"Um, Professor?" Draco spoke up, and Dumbledore looked to him.

"Yes, Mister Malfoy?"

"What do you mean exactly, when you say 'increasingly' angry." Draco asked.

"I mean, that every time Mister Weasley doesn't feel his proven his true anger to Miss Granger, he will grow more angry, and hateful towards her." Dumbledore explained.

"We have also discovered, though," Professor McGonagall added, "Is that this potion seems to have been made slightly differently."

"How so?" Draco asked.

"Well, it doesn't seem to make Mister Weasley want to prove his anger to Miss Granger. It's more, he wants…well, that he wants…"

"Her?" Harry put in; McGonagall nodded.

"And when you mean her you mean her, right?" Harry asked, not really sure if that was the best way to phrase the question.

"Yes, Mister Potter," McGonagall answered, "That's what I mean."

Hermione, once again, began to cry, she turned towards Draco, and buried her face in his shoulder.

A/N - I'm sorry for not updating sooner, but school has been a bugger! Thankfully it is, now, summer, and I will, now, be able to focus more time on my stories. XD So, please, continue to read, and, of course, review review review! XP