Chapter 6

The fight rang through the air. At first the muddled sounds of spells whizzed through the air, now dull thuds of bone and flesh surrounded the crowd. I was just trying to get to Transfiguration like a good little student but noooooo. The one time I'm actually really trying to get to a class on time and the pathway is blocked. We're learning to change our eye colour for goodness sake! Something cool-ish for once!

I actually didn't even realize there was a crowd in fact until I practically ran into them. I was daydreaming of eye colours... perhaps green would look good, or maybe a silver that while looks cold can be oh so warm...

And then BAM. I walk, like a loser I may add, right into a Hufflepuff fourth year. This kid gave me the most evil glare I have ever seen a Hufflepuff give. At least I think that was what it was, might have been constipation. Who knows?

I glanced around only seeing then just how big the fight was. A huddle of thirty-some students had gathered and were cheering on the the people in the centre. I felt a little shaken, a fight like this hadn't happened in quite a while. What on earth could have caused it?

Slowly I pushed towards the centre, dying to get a look at the problems. Curiosity burned within me, apparently a bit of the old me had risen to the occasion. I broke through the mass of bodies and stared in shock at the two boys before, I heard a click in my jaw as it fell open. A couple other people broke through beside me and I could tell they were feeling the same way I was.

Draco and Zabini. Those were the two fighting against each other, the supposedly best friends, now swinging and cursing.

"Omg." Though I whispered it, Draco seemed to hear. He turned to glance in my direction, unfortunately, giving Zabini the perfect moment to swing. Malfoy went down without hesitation.

When this happened, Zabini looked almost confused. He wiped a tan hand across his bloody nose and glanced around at the people.

"The 'ell are you looking at! Go to class!" He yelled and a couple of the younger years stumbled back in fear. Even I took a step back, his eyes flared with a hidden flame, and I did not want to get burnt.

When I stepped back however an unsuspecting student yelped in surprise when I landed heavily on his foot. Zabini's eyes glared in the direction of the cry and hardened even more, if possible, as he saw me.

"You! This is all your fault!" He spat at me, as he lowered a hand to help Draco up. He slapped it away though, and I swear every jaw in that circle dropped. Sure a fight between slytherins, even best friends, happened often, but to refuse a mans hand... to them, it's like an honour/ pride thing. Blaise looked down at Draco for what seemed like forever, and then simply turned and pushed his way through crowd. Everyone was still, not sure what to do, then Draco got up and also walked through the crowd, glancing once at me and then in the direction he was headed.

The kids melted away as I began to slightly jog after him. "Draco!" I call out. He doesn't even turn. I grab his arm, "Wait."

"What?" His eyes are cool and struggling to stay calm.

"Well, what happened?" My answer is small, nervous. He sees this but only barks out, "What do you think happened?!" My hand immediately drops from his arm and I seem to shrink in size, he can be quite intimidating when he's angry. Draco sighs, and he walks to the corridor wall and sliding down until his legs are stretched in front of him. We stare at eachother for a while until suddenly he pats the floor next to him. I timidly walk to him and sit down cross-legged leaning against the wall, our arms barely touching. We haven't even really decided on being friends yet, and it felt awkward... but nice.

"This is weird" He speaks, and while soft it is echoing through the empty halls. I only nod, a little afraid of what I might say. Draco's head turns and he looks at me, "Sorry I frightened you." Shrugging I play with my ringlets, my eyes slowly travel up towards his eyes, my heart beats so loud it's a wonder that he seems not to hear it.

"I don't want to scare you." He moves ever so slightly in, if I moved an inch I could kiss him. Our breath mingels and I can smell the crisp mint that is Draco. I begin to count the shades in his eyes when I realize that he asked me a question.

"I know" I answer, and some part of me does know. He leans back away from me, closes his eyes and breathes out, "Good." Only now do I actually realize that he must be hurting from the fight. His energy seems to drain out of him, and I could see several bruises beginning to form.

"Episkey" I whisper the spell under my breath, even though it wasn't much it seemed to help a little. He looked at me sideways through his lashes, "Never heal the enemy Hermione. Number one rule of war." A tiny smile is on his lips, and I know that deep down he is grateful for the gesture, however small. I knew that he would never utter those two simple words, but in that moment I didn't care.

"You're welcome" I reply to his silent thanks and his smile just grows. We sit alone and in silence for what seems like eternity. Eventually Draco begins to slump down onto the ground, fatigue finally taking over. He ends up half leaning on me, and for a while I'm too surprise to do anything.

"You ok?" I ask gently, he slightly nods then shakes his head.

"I feel at least 8 times worse than I look, even though I know I look quite ravishing... it fucking hurts" He grimaces a little and I frown. How could he joke right now? Sighing I reply, "Well, lets get you to the infirmary then. I push off the ground and offer a hand down to him.

He looks at it with mild hesitation. Then he takes it, and soon we are walking away from the empty hallway.