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Hermione woke up on her stomach with a splitting pain in her back. She let out a moan of pain. She realized she was in her own bed back in the Head's Dorms. Doctor Tyler and Madam Pomfrey must have let her come back.

Another searing pain when through her back and Hermione let out a louder moan of pain. It felt like someone was trying to rearrange her back with a Blast Ended Skrewt.

As she stuffed her face into her pillow, attempting to muffle another cry of agony, Hermione felt hands begin to massage her back. They were firm, muscular hands with large fingers. It had to be a boy. Hermione guessed it was either Harry or Ron.

As the hands reached a knot, they would work it out and then move on. This massage was one of the best things she'd ever felt in her life. She didn't care if it was Harry or Ron, she was going to marry whoever it was. She wiggled, trying to turn her head to see his face but only succeeding in making her back tense up again.

"Hold still." The smooth voice said. Hermione turned her head towards the voice next to her.

"Blaise?"

"Yeah. Draco's not done yet. He still has to put the ointment on that Doctor Freakass gave us to put on you. It's supposed to take the pain away. Doc says you shouldn't have done the whole "I'm going to save that boy and use my wings" things yet. You aren't mature enough as an Angelus."

Hermione groaned, this time in annoyance. "What are you, my shrink? I'm fine. Draco, get off."

Draco stepped back and Hermione went to stand up but flopped back on the bed. "Yeah, Granger. Like you're ok. Now hold still or I'll freeze you."

Hermione got back on her stomach and laid still. Draco massaged the warm oil into her skin and she sighed. "That feels delicious."

Laughing as he stood up, Blaise walked over to her. "What do you want for dinner? That nifty little kitchen you have downstairs is calling my name."

"Nifty?" Hermione giggled. "Well, I want pizza."

Both pureblood boys looked confused. "Pizza? What's that?"

Hermione almost died of shock. "How could you not have had pizza before? Blaise, you should just get Dobby to make some. He'll whip it up and then bring it up."

Blaise left and Draco continued massaging. "Whip it up? Is it like a dessert or something?"

Burrowing her head into the pillow, Hermione sighed in pleasure again. "Don't move your hands. Just keep doing that spot. And no, it's a dinner. It's the most delicious thing you will ever taste though."

"I'll have you know I taste delicious too."

Hermione turned her head to look at him. "That was too much information. And how would you know?"

Draco's pale skin blushed a tomato red. "Oh my god, Hermione. Not like that!"

Giggling again, Hermione nuzzled her face into her pillow and fell asleep to the gentle ministrations of the blond haired boy.

Blaise popped back in the room a few minutes later. Noticing Hermione's sleeping form, he whispered to Draco. "Why are you still in here when I'm downstairs trying to figure out how to eat this pizza thing?"

Draco got up and the boys went downstairs to attempt to eat their muggle meal. It was more work then expected.

A loud crash startled the sleeping Head Girl. Hermione sat up quickly, the pain in her back returning almost immediately. Stumbling through the pain, she threw open her door and to her horror saw…

Blaise and Draco, covered in cheese, staring at each other in mild shock and confusion. A few seconds of assessing the scene and Hermione had doubled over in laughter, ignoring the pain and only concentrating on how hilarious the situation was.

Draco glared at her. "Be quiet. Its not our damn fault it came without directions."

Hermione kept laughing, unable to stop. Two cheesy Slytherin princes? It was almost too much for her to handle. "Oh my god, you guys… go get cleaned up. Blaise, you can use my bathroom. Draco, use yours. Oh my god…" She started giggling again.

As the two started showering (separately of course), Hermione settled in on the couch, opting to give Blaise privacy. As she drifted in and out of sleep, she was sure she felt someone watching her.

Her neck prickled. The hair on her arms stood up. Hermione felt her muscles tighten as she opened her eyes for the fourth time. Someone was in the room. Turning left and right, checking up and down and behind her, Hermione saw no one and nothing out of the ordinary.

Hermione closed her eyes. She was just paranoid. With great power comes great responsibility, like her grandfather always said, and with great responsibility comes great paranoia that everyone is out to get you.

Standing up, she walked over to the kitchen and grabbed an apple. After staggering back to her couch, Hermione stared at her snack.

The story of Snow White popped into her head. A beautiful girl poisoned by a red apple. That would be her luck. Hermione slowly bit into the apple. It tasted fine. She was just being skittish.

Finishing her apple, Hermione gathered her strength and walked up to her bedroom. Opening the door, she slowly walked over to her bed. Flopping down, Hermione was asleep in a moment.

Blaise opened the bathroom door and strutted out. Noticing Hermione snuggled up on the bed, he figured it was a good idea. Lying down on the other side of the bed, Blaise fell asleep as well. He was due in for a nap.

And sleeping next to Hermione Granger didn't seem like such a bad thing.