Hermione awoke with a dizzy, almost delirious feeling radiating within and around her. As she started to open her eyes she noticed a white wing belonging to Draco draped over her securely, blocking most of the dim light of dawn from entering her protective dome.
As she shuffled slightly to get more oriented with her surroundings the sleeping boy next to her started to stir and barely gain enough consciousness for his wing to flutter tighter around her, just barely enough to notice. But as she stopped moving, he stopped waking up and his wing stopped its movement. Feeling too weak to stay awake, Hermione let her head fall against the white fluffy pillow beneath it.
As the sun rose higher into the sky and into Draco's field of vision, he awoke to a sinking feeling inside of him, something wasn't right. He opened one his eyes to be met face to face with the unconscious Head Girl.
"Hermione?" He asked gently shaking her, "Hermione, please wake up," he said for forcefully, but at the same time he was almost begging for her wake up. The girl didn't move, causing Draco to become even more worried and call the resident nurse over while getting out of the bed. "Madame Pomfrey Hermione won't wake up and…...Madam Pomfrey?"
Madame pomfrey was wildly sprawled on the hardwood floor unconscious and still in her night clothes. What the bloody hell is that contraption in her neck? Draco thought to himself.
With Hermione and Madam Pomfrey unconscious, Draco thought to go to the first person he knew might be able to help. Professor Mcgonagall
He scooped Hermione into his arms, afraid to leave her alone, and his wings swiftly once again sprouted from his shoulder blades. As he quickly walked to the Headmistress's office, he thought of nothing but getting to their destination and getting his hopefully-when-she-wakes-up-girlfriend-and-eventually-wife help.
Just like the last time he was standing at the stone gryffin with Hermione, he once again had a problem. And as far as he knew, this problem was much, much larger than some silly mixup with the bedroom. That bedroom issue, by the way, still hasn't been figured out.
"Password," said the large bird, not seeming to care that frantic Draco was carrying an unconscious Hermione in his muscular arms.
"In perpetuum," he said impatiently, "just move, please."
The very moment the statue began to move, he dashed u the steps and into the Headmistress's office.
"Mr. Malfoy," she said surprised, "what gave you the wild idea to burst in here without so much as knocking," she stated before looking to the girl in his arms, "oh"
"Madame, H-Hermione, Pomfrey, unconscious, may be dead," was all the older woman could make out in between the panicking boy's stuttering and heaving breathes from all the running he recently did.
"Mister Malfoy," the Headmistress said cautiously, "sit down and explain what has happened. Place miss Granger on my desk," she said, moving the things off of her desk. Draco did so and sat in the soft chair in front of the large wooden desk.
"I woke up and uh Hermione would get up and then umm Madame Pomfrey was on the floor uh uh and she had like this uh thing sticking like out of her neck!" He said frantically while trying to make sure the woman could understand him.
"This sounds like a problem I know only one person might be able to solve," the woman said standing up and walking over to the fireplace. "Harry Potter, number twelve, Grimmauld Place," she spoke clearly in an attempt to cover up her obvious worry.
A/n: I know it been forever since I posted and I'm really sorry this is super short but I'll try to make the next one longer!