I have the urge to type tonight. Maybe its because I'm sick. This wont be posted until the 8th. Enjoy!

Chapter 10

Migraines

Hermione's POV

It wasn't hard to convince Ron, Dean and Seamus to go to the library because the common room was so loud. When I opened my laptop, Seamus and Ron were immediately entranced. Dean asked me a bunch of questions about it.

"Alright, we're waiting for one other person." Ron gave me a funny look.

"Who are we waiting for?"

"Malfoy." Ron turned around to look at me, getting angry.

"That slimy Slytherin git?"

"Ron, he's a… a wizard too. What would he know about Muggle things? Besides, he came to me and asked for help. What right did I have to refuse him?" I attempted to explain, but Ron, as usual, wouldn't listen.

"Mione! He's a git! He's always been mean to you!"

"Ron-"

"Mione, he's-"

"He's trying-"

"an evil-"

"to change-"

"slimy-" I lost my temper.

"Shut the hell up Ron and listen to me!" Ron shut his mouth and looked at me, wide-eyed. "He asked me for help, just like you did. Now you will either be civil to him so we can study or you can leave. Now what are you going to do?" he looked shocked, then opened his mouth to say something. "And if you call one more person a name, I'll hex you out of the library myself. I don't want to hear it, understood?" Everyone was quiet. I rarely blew up at anyone, and when I did, it was never pretty. Ron sat down meekly. Harry had his mouth hanging open. I reached over and shut it for him, then sat down next to Seamus. Dean took the seat between him and Ron. Malfoy walked out from behind a bookcase and took the seat between Harry and I and our study group started.

Three hours later I had a pounding headache.

"Alright, if you guys don't understand now, then you deserve to fail." I was at the end of my patience. "I need aspirin and quiet." I threw my books in my bag and stood up. "I'll see you all at dinner."

"Mione, are you-"

"I'm fine, Harry. I just need aspirin." I turned and left the library, my head pounding. I heard footsteps following me, but I didn't bother turning around. "Harry, I told you I was fine." He didn't say anything so I turned around. "I said-"

"I was fine. I heard you the first time, Granger. I'm just going back to my room, which happens to be next to yours. Is that ok with you?"

"Yes." We kept walking down the hall. Turning the corner I let out a string of curses. Malfoy looked a little shocked. The staircase was out of place again. I started speaking to the stairs. "All I want is some aspirin and possibly a hot shower. Not too much to ask for." I was whining, but didn't care anymore. I turned to look at Malfoy. "Is aspirin too much to ask for?"

"Granger, are you alright?"

"Ye-No. No, I'm not. I want a hot shower and aspirin."

"Maybe a hot bath would work." He was trying to be nice. I guess he figured out pissing me off now would end in bodily harm on his part. "The Prefect bathroom is just around the corner." He stepped over to me and gently put his hands on my shoulders and marched me down the hall.

"That sounds like a good idea. A hot bath would feel good." At the statue he muttered the password and we stepped inside.

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Draco's POV

When we stepped inside, the bright lights flipped on and she winced. I dimmed them and pulled my robe and shirt off, then transfigured my pants into shorts. When I looked over, Granger was wincing and rubbing her temples. I was concerned, which surprised me.

"Are you alright?"

"No, I have a migraine. I don't usually get them until the end of the year during exams."

"Oh."

"That's why I need the aspirin so bad." She slipped her robe off, followed by shoes, knee socks. The tie and vest followed. Dress code on a Sunday. She transfigured her skirt and button down shirt into a sapphire blue two-piece with silver accents. Stepping carefully over her puddled clothes, she stepped into the pool and swam over to the dark corner. I swam a few laps, then joined her. She was sitting in the darkness, her eyes closed.

"Granger, are you ok?"

"I'll be fine in a few minutes."

"Would you like me to do what my mother taught me to do when she gets a migraine? She swears by it." She nodded once. "Sit up a little, I need to sit behind you." She did and I slid in. "Now lean back against me." Hesitating a moment, she did as I asked, but remained stiff. "Relax, Granger. Think happy thoughts." She smiled slightly and relaxed a little. I gently began rubbing her temples, whispering pain-relieving charms as I went. As the pain in her head disappeared, she relaxed even more. She was now leaning back on my chest, and I loved the feel of her against me. It felt right, somehow. After about thirty minutes, a relaxed smile drifted onto her face.

"Thanks, Malfoy." She spoke softly.

"Your welcome. The charms will last for about two hours. After that, I'd advise sleep." She nodded, but didn't sit up.

"Where did you learn those charms? I haven't heard most of them before."

"My grandmother was a healer. She taught me a few things. She left me her journal in her will. There are quite a few odd remedies in it."

"A healer?"

"Yeah. Didn't think it ran in my family line, did you? Not all Malfoys are completely evil." I half-chuckled. She smiled.

"Oh, well, thanks, a lot. My head isn't pounding anymore. Next time, remind me not to attempt to teach three pureblood wizards without a dozen muggleborns to help me." She moved to stand up, then slipped and fell over, landing on top of me. My seeker skills kicked in and I caught her easily around the waist and I pulled her against me. Her hands hit my chest, and for a second, our lips connected. Her eyes widened and she moved to pull away.

"Either hold still or go under. Your choice." She stopped wiggling, and I took a second to get myself under control. Embarrassment wasn't part of the Malfoy credo either. When I opened my eyes she was giving me a look.

"May I move now?"

"Feel free." She moved to sit up and winced in pain.

"Shit!" she fell forward again, and I caught her around the waist. "Owowowowowow!"

"What's wrong? Are you alright?" I carefully sat us both up.

"I must have twisted my ankle again." She muttered a string of curses. "It hurts." I could tell she was trying not to cry. She never cried in front of me. No girl ever had. I wasn't sure how to handle it. She carefully pulled her ankle out of the water and laid her shin on her other knee. It had only been a few minutes, but it was already swelling. I gently took her foot and set it in my lap.

"Tell me where it hurts." She nodded and I gently and carefully started moving my fingers over her ankle.

"No, no, no, a little, no, no, OUCH!" she yelled this last bit, startling me slightly. "Why did you poke it so hard?" she was trying to cover the pain with anger. I knew the feeling well.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. But I have to see if it's sprained of just twisted, alright?" she nodded and I went back to my examination. "Does this hurt?"

"Yes, yes, yes, a little, no, no, yes, yes, a lot." I glanced up to see her eyes squeezed shut and her face pale. She breathed deeply for a few seconds, then opened her eyes. "How bad is it?"

"It's sprained really bad. Almost broken. Has it happened before?"

"Yes, twice. Once this summer, and the other a few years ago."

"You broke it the first time?"

"Yeah, but how did you know."

"I could feel the calcium buildup. Do you think you can walk to the infirmary?"

"I'm not sure."

"Alright, I'll help you." She gave me a surprised look, then nodded and I helped her hobble over to the edge. I climbed out, and offered her both hands and pulled her out of the pool. She quickly said the drying spell and de-transfigured her clothes. She picked up her robe and pulled it on. I did the same, then stepped over to her. "You'll have to throw your arm around my shoulders." She nodded again and I slipped my arm under hers and we slowly headed for the door.

Five minutes later we reached the stairs. She hopped down very carefully, and very wobbly. On the third stair she lost her balance and almost sent both of us down the stairs. I managed to catch both of us, but not before she smacked her ankle on the step.

"Ouch!" she muttered a few more curses under her breath.

"You ok?" she nodded weakly and hopped to the next stair, wincing. Two steps later I lost my patience. I scooped her up, one hand under her knees, the other around her back.

"What are you doing?"

"What does it look like?" she stuck her tongue out at me and I crossed my eyes at her, making her giggle. The halls were empty because it was Dinnertime. A few minutes later I dropped her on a bed in the infirmary. "Later, Granger."

"Where are you going?"

"Dinner, I'm starving."

"Oh, alright." She seemed a little disappointed, but gave me a bright smile anyway. "Thanks, Malfoy."

"Call it a return favor. Now I'm debt free." A confused look spread across her face. "You tutored me, and yelled the Weasel into silence." I thought about it for a second. "You're still one up. Don't forget, we have something to do tonight." I turned and left before she could respond. Secretly, I was hoping she would be up and around before 11:30. I wanted company to pick the fluxweed. Besides, I didn't know where it was.

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Yay, chapter 10 completed. Go me. Draco's turning into a sweetie. Don't worry, the bad part will return, no worries. Here's a few thank yous:

Writer Girl03 (That's otay. Here's the next chapter!),