Draco coughed pathetically. His head hurt, his eyes hurt, his nose hurt, his throat hurt, you get the idea. He reached for a glass of water on his night table. However, he couldn't quite reach and tumbled to the floor. Draco groaned, adding his bum to the list of hurt things. Draco hardly moved when he heard the door to his room open. There wasn't a point, only one person had the audacity to just walk in. "Draco Lucius Malfoy, pick yourself up and stop groaning. You've only got a cold. The way you go on, one would think you're on your deathbed." "But Hermione… everything hurts." Hermione rolled her eyes and sat on the floor beside her roommate. She pulled his head into her lap, gently stroking his hair.
What's this? Hermione and Draco getting along? Well, after the war, both returned for their 8th year. Hermione wanted to take the NEWTS that she'd spent so many years preparing for and Draco, Draco was forced to return. Thanks to testimony and memories from the golden trio, Draco had escaped Azkaban. He just had to finish school. Draco found it hard. No one really liked him. To the purebloods who fought for Voldermort, he was a blood traitor. To those who fought with Harry, he was cheating scum that managed to escape punishment. Like always, Hermione came to his rescue. 'Might as well get along with the Head boy.' It took time, but they accepted each other.
"Hermione, bathroom," Draco said, quickly jumping up and running for the loo. Hermione sighed and followed after him quickly. She found him kneeling on the floor by the toilet. He was dry heaving into the toilet. He had been unable to keep anything down for the past 3 days. They had visited the hospital wing but there was nothing to be done. Hermione squatted by him, rubbing his back in soothing circles.
When he finally stopped, he rocked back onto his heels. "Hermione, I can't go to class today," Draco said pitifully. Throwing up always left him exhausted and spent. Hermione nodded to herself, pulling him up with her. He clung to her tightly as they walked back to his room and his bed. Draco lay down, a cold sweat on his forehead from the effort of walking. Hermione sighed, it was just one of those things that had to run its course. It still hurt to see the young man so vulnerable and small. She turned to leave, not wanting to be late to class when Draco coughed again. I caused his frail body to shake.
Making up her mind, Hermione left Draco's room for her own. She changed out of her school uniform and into her PJs and grabbed the blankets from her bed and a bottle of cold medication before returning to Draco's room. He was curled up and shivering. Hermione spread her blankets over him and set the medication on the bedside table before climbing in with Draco. Draco snuggled up to her warmth and Hermione wrapped her arms around him. He sniffled and coughed before falling asleep and Hermione brushed the feather-soft hair from his forehead. Soon Hermione fell asleep next to him, his head resting on her chest. Neither woke when Headmistress Mcgonogle came in to look for her Head's nor when she smiled and whispered, "Guess you were right Albus, sorry your not here to collect your 10 gallons."
A/N I know it's short but I wanted to write it anyways. Read and Review please!