"Please, don't hurt us!" Hermione's father screamed to a cloaked man with a wand pointed at him and his wife.
"Please, please! We'll give you all you want! Just let us go!" she cried.
A chuckle came from the killer's direction. "Avada Kedavra!"
On the other side of the world, Hermione Granger felt a sudden ache in between her ribs. "Ouch!"
"Hermione! What's wrong?" Ron said being startled.
"Miss Granger, is there anything you would like to add?" Professor Snape said being interrupted in his class.
"Uh, I'm so sorry, Professor. I just uh…" another sudden ache but even sharper this time hit her. "Ouch!"
"Miss Granger, please explain to me what is…"
"Hermione! What's happening to you?" Harry shouted and pointed at her chest that burst out with blood that soaked her school robes. "Oh, my gosh! Hermione! What's happening?" Padma Patil screamed.
"Miss Granger, I suggest you proceed to the hospital wing right this minute." Snape said helping her up. Ron and Harry immediately stood up together. "Excuse me, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger will not be accompanied by you both. And I suggest you two should focus more on your cauldron."
They turned to their boiling and almost erupting potion. "Bloody hell." Ron muttered.
Another sudden gush of blood came rushing out of her chest causing her to scream. A loud whisper was heard from the other side of the room and was clearly known as…
"Mr. Malfoy! Please accompany Miss Granger to the hospital wing. And hurry."
"What the! But Prof… Snape!"
"I said go! This girl needs help."
Crabbe and Goyle chuckled silently as Draco came up to her and helped her out of the room.
A few meters away from the classroom, Hermione collapsed on the floor, bleeding and fainting at the same time.
"Granger! Granger! Get up!" he said. No answer. "Oh bloody hell."
He carried her in his arms and actually felt worried. "What the hell is happening to you, Granger?" he whispered to himself. Another gush of blood came rushing out, staining his school robes. "Oh bloody hell, Granger!"
They arrived at the hospital wing a few minutes later since Draco ran as fast as he could, maybe because a. his uniform was getting redder but the second, or b. because he actually cared for someone else other than himself.
Draco brought Hermione to a hospital bed, and left as Madam Pomfrey had instructed him. She had told him to tell Professor McGonagall to see her immediately.
After Draco had found the Professor in the tenth floor he checked, he went back to Snape's classroom. As he entered, everyone had left except for Professor Snape who was sitting at his desk and Harry and Ron who were cleaning up to what seemed like an exploded potion.
"Ah, Mr. Malfoy, I see you have finally come back. I suggest you ask your fellow classmates for the homework assignment I gave out. It will be due next week." Snape said, noticing him sit on one of the chairs exhausted.
"Malfoy! What happened to Hermione?" Ron said looking down at him.
"Ah! Like I would care of what would happen to that mudblood."
Harry stopped cleaning, said, "Malfoy! We need to know what happened!"
"Why ask me? Why don't you go to her yourselves!"
"Unfortunately, Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley have to stay here and clean up their mess." Snape said not looking up from his paper.
"Aw… That's too bad Potter. Too bad I'm too busy, being Head Boy and all, to get concerned about that filthy mudblood." At this said, he left the room leaving Harry and Ron infuriated.
For the next four hours, Harry and Ron sat beside Hermione's bed, waiting for her to wake up. They had missed lunch, which Ron wasn't too happy about. The next hour passed by and Ron fell asleep leaning on her bedside table. Finally, it was time for dinner and Madam Pomfrey told them to get something to eat since the hospital wing did not accept visitors during the night.
To this, they left, bidding goodbye to the unconscious Hermione. They headed for the Great Hall, and knowingly bumped into Malfoy who seemingly was going towards the hospital wing.
"Was it just me or did he seem like he was in a hurry?" Harry said.
"I don't really care where Malfloy is going, Harry. Now, hurry! Neville's about to get the last piece of chicken if we don't get there fast." Ron replied being more concerned about his stomach.
Madam Pomfrey was closing the huge doors to the hospital wing when a foot in the way stopped her.
"Madam Pomfrey, I have to talk to you immediately."
She was expecting Professor Dumbledore or any other professor. She was shocked to see who it really was. She said straightly, "I'm sorry. This wing is closed for the night. And that means no visitors, Mr. Malfoy."