Chapter 13

Draco awoke with a horrible headache and if palms felt sweaty. He assumed it was mudblood germs from having grabbed Hermione's arm. 'See Draco, if you lie with the dogs you're bound to get fleas.' Draco's father's voice said in Draco's mind.

Hermione woke up with incredible back pain from sleeping on the sofa.

"Ouch." Hermione stretched a bit before deciding to go upstairs and see if Draco was awake, if he was she could shoo him out of bed and sleep there for a little bit.

Hermione walked up the stairs and knocked on the door to the bedroom, no answer. She tried again this time louder and this time a small noise could be heard, hermione took this as an enter and opened the door. The sight before her was something she really hadn't expected to see: Draco looks even paler than usual, his eyes were shut tightly-he was obviously awake,but trying to block out the light-and he had one arm draped over his forehead.

"Malfoy?" Hermione whispered, no answer. "Malfoy?" She said in her normal voice, this time draco winsted and looked up at Hermione.

Draco didn't want to open is mouth in fear that he would be sick from the pain. He had been branded by the Dark mark, he had been tortured, he knew real pain...it was just like this.

"Draco?" That got his attention. Hermione wasn't sure how he was going to react to that, she expected him lashing out-or in his current state glaring at her-but he just looked at her, looked into her eyes and there was no trace of anger on his face just...slight confusion and...pain. "Draco, you're ill-very ill, by the looks of things. So I'm going to try and find some sort of medicine and then I want you to tell me your symptoms."

Draco simply nodded and Hermione left the room closing it gently. Why did he feel like this? Stupid bloody house. That had to be it, this damned house was testing them wasn't it?

It must be the house, right? Draco must be getting ill because of the house, it's trying to teach us a lesson. What was it Tallulah had said, didn't her mother take care of her and her siblings when they were ill? It could be because it's their house, she had said they hadn't got along at first...maybe, maybe.

Hermione searched high and low for medicine, any kind of medicine. She searched the bathroom, the kitchen, heck even stupid places like the broom cupboard. The only place she hadn't looked was the bedroom, but Draco was in there and ill. Could she go in and just poke around whilst he was there in pain, it would be very insensitive, but if it was looking to help him. As she was contemplating this Draco was just lying and possibly dying. Hermione, in all her years in the magical world, had never seen anyone look that ill...What could be wrong with him?

Draco lay there determined not to fall asleep, he didn't know why, but he just didn't want to fall asleep. It was like when you get food poisoning and can't eat that food for awhile as it makes you feel ill, he felt even worse when thinking of sleep or when he closed his eyes. So he just lay there on his side looking at the wall. Ironic, huh? How thinking would hurt, he got a flashback to third year:

"Hey, Scarhead!" Draco yelled as Potter and his friends walked past him and Blaise by the lake.

"What is it, Malfoy?" Potter spatt back.

"So I was just thinking-" Draco was cut off then.

"Really, did it hurt?" Hermione snapped.

"No one asked you, Mudblood." Malfoy sneered. With that Hermione pulled Harry and Ron away by the sleeves before they could get their wands out.

They had been so innocent then, no Dark lord to think about, just who had the best insult. Draco had won.

Suddenly Draco felt even more tired, apparently remembering was exhausting when dying. Draco's eyes kept shutting before he snapped them back open before closing them as light streamed through. Soon he gave up and let the sleep take him.

Hermione opened the door gently. When she looked at the bed she found Draco sleeping. She went over to him. 'What the hell are you doing Hermione?' She didn't listen to herself though. He looked peaceful when sleeping: there was no sneer or smirk or insult he was about to say or icy cold stare. Hermione snapped out of her trance and started to look for medicine for Draco.

"Ahh!" Hermione yelled in frustration.

"Granger would you mind keeping it down?" Draco moaned in frustration. He no longer felt like he could throw up any minute, but his head still seemed like it had been split down the middle.

"Sorry! Sorry!" Hermione whispered.

"You found anything?" Draco asked his voice horse from sleep.

"No…" Hermione looked disappointed in herself.

"Well I'm feeling a bit better if it helps. Still think I'm going to die from this migraine, but y'know." Draco tried to move, but he fell back onto the pillows. His hand went straight to his pounding head. "Ow!"

"I'll keep looking for some medicine." Hermione said sitting on her side of the bed. "So can you tell me your symptoms?"

"I think I'm dying." Draco whined.

"And why is that." There was no hint of irritation in her voice.

"My head hurts like someone hit it with a sledgehammer."

"How do you know what a sledgehammer is?" Hermione raised an eyebrow at him.

"I don't know, just do." Draco did the best he could to shrug.

"Well lets hope you get better, is there anything else? Anything that might help me figure out what's wrong with you?" Hermione asked. Draco shook his head very slightly.

"Ok, try to get some more sleep. I'll check up on you in a bit." Hermione left the room.

'Is Hermione being nice? That's odd...she's probably doing it so we can get out faster.' Draco told himself.

'Was I just taking care of Draco Malfoy? It's only so we can get our though.' Hermione told herself leaning against the door before going downstairs to see if she can figure out what's wrong with Draco.

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