The rest of the day was pretty uneventful. Hermione already had two feet due in Ancient Runes. At lunch she refrained from telling Harry and Ron about Dracos "deal." She already knew their response would be a series of insults and swearwords. She still hadn't had time to think about what he decision would be. Fortunately right after dinner it was her night to stroll the corridors for a few hours, giving her plenty of time to think about it. Much to her dismay she was assigned to patrolling the dungeons.

"Great, Slytherin territory." She muttered reading the schedule. Patrolling began at 9pm. Curfew for all but Prefects and the Heads. The first half hour was pretty uneventful. But as Hermione approached the trophy room she heard a loud crash and some muffled yelling.

Probably serving detention for Snape She thought rolling her eyes. She walked over to the door and tried to push it open

"Locked." She grumbled. She put her ear to the door and could still make out some whispering. She slowly pulled out her wand and pointed it at the door.

"Alohomora." She whispered. She kept her wand out and extended in front of her as she pushed open the door. She stared into the pitch-black room. She wrinkled her nose in confusion.

"I know I hear someone...Lumos." Light lit the room, glinting off the trophies.

"Hello?" Her voice seemed to echo in the room. She stood in the doorway and gazed around the room. Hermione finally shrugged her shoulders and turned to walk out of the room when she was hit from behind.

"Expelliarmus!" Hermiones wand flew out of her hand and landed in the hallway outside of the room. Before she could make another move everything went black.

While she was unconscious she only saw flashes of what was happening; being tied up, evil laughing, someone calling her a mud-blood. Than as if coming out of a thick fog Malfoys face appeared before her; an evil grin on his face. Hermione sat up with a gasp and searched around her, terrified. It finally dawned on her that she was in the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey poked her head out of her office.

"Oh dear, you're finally awake." Hermione nodded slowly not even sure what had really happened.

"What happened to me?" She asked numbly. Madam Pomfrey hustled over.

"We were hoping you could tell us." Hermione shook her head.

"All I remember is getting attacked while on patrol." Dumbledore stood in the doorway.

"From what Mr. Malfoy has told us Ms. Parkinson took it upon herself to play a little prank on you," Hermione scoffed.

"Did Mr. Malfoy leave out the part where he was involved with it all? I saw his face while I was tied up." Dumbledore smiled.

"Of course he told us he was involved. After all he is something of a hero." Hermiones mouth dropped open.

"Sir, I wouldn't go as far as to call scum like him a hero..." Dumbledore slowly walked over and sat on her bed.

"Mr, Malfoy is quite the opposite of scum, Ms Granger. Mr. Malfoy is the one who saved you." Hermione sat in silence, unsure of what to say or how to react.

"Well, I daresay you'd like some rest and time to think over the chain of events." Hermione slowly nodded as Dumbledore stood up.

"You'll be released tomorrow morning." After Dumbledore left, Madam Pomfrey rushed back into her office, leaving Hermione to her thoughts. The hospital wing was deadly quiet.

Why would Malfoy help me? Leaning against her pillow, she closed her eyes.