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"Hermione Jean Granger?"
The brunette before him rolled her eyes. "The one and only. And may I enquire how you know my middle name, Draco Lucius Malfoy?"
Draco flushed (he actually allowed himself to flush, and in front of her, no less), and fidgeted with the sheets. No, he was a respectable gentleman, not a creepy stalker. He had only overheard the Weasel using it one particularly dull afternoon, and had remembered it ever since.
He recovered himself quickly and answered with his usual snark: "Contrary to your beliefs, Granger, I do read the Daily Prophet, and when has there been a day where they don't speculate about you? And may I request that I be placed in a private room."
Hermione snorted and glanced at the man opposite Draco. Draco noticed her brow furrow and her lips thin as she watched the man glare at them and make a show of straightening his newspapers.
Without even replying to his quip, she complied with his request immediately. "Of course, Malfoy. Just let me make the necessary arrangements." She walked away, and the next thing Draco knew was the comfortableness of his own ward and the cheerful absence of the black-haired man.
Hermione stood by his side, looking professional, and no less adorable in her white lab robes and clipboard. Draco tried not to groan internally. "How do you feel, Mr. Malfoy?"
"Fine, ironically."
Hermione sighed. "Do you feel itchiness and excess saliva in your throat, or trouble breathing?"
"If I did, I would not be talking as smoothly as I am to you now."
"So no." Hermione scribbled something on her clipboard. "Would you like to know your diagnosis, Mr. Malfoy?"
"It would be my pleasure, Granger, and Draco will be fine." Draco drawled.
"Then I will insist that you call me Hermione." Draco wanted to punch the air, but it would be too obvious, so he settled on his signature smirk instead. "It would appear that you have bad lungs."
Draco almost choked on his own breath. "What?"
"You have bad lungs, Draco, but you will be pleased to know that with regular intake of potions, you will be fine."
Draco felt heat crawling up his neck and replied quickly. "That sounds good, Gra- Hermione. Um, thank you."
Hermione smirked, as though knowing what she caused him to feel. "I shall just go to retrieve your potions then. I'll be back quickly." She turned and left the room.
Draco immediately berated himself mentally for letting her go. Malfoys always get what they want, but not without action. If you want her, you better act quickly on this crush, before she gets back with someone stupid like Weasley. And suddenly he had a brilliant idea. Well, brilliant in his case. He would think of it as stupid later, but ultimately never regret it.
Hermione returned to find Draco buried under a mountain of pillows. She cocked an eyebrow curiously and felt her heart melting because of his adorableness. Get a grip, Hermione.
Draco his under the pillows, and wondered if his plan would work. Well, he would just have to do it to find out.
"Fight me, Granger."
Draco peeked over a pillow to see Hermione standing there, a smile on her face. He pouted- and then threw a pillow at her. She came to immediately. "Oof!"
"Fight me….Granger?"
"Maybe later, Draco… and it's Hermione." She smiled fondly at him, a smile that warmed his heart, and moved his pillows aside tenderly. Draco pouted again, and then a grin took over his features from the close proximity to her.
She set his potions down on his bedside table and handed one to him. "This is a Cleansing Potion. Take this now, and you can have a little nap."
"Thanks, Hermione." He downed it in one gulp and instantly felt drowsiness closing over his eyelids. "G'night."
He slumped down on the bed, not hearing Hermione's whisper.
"Goodnight, Draco."
Aww, they're so cute! Now, what's going to happen? Please review! :)