Great Hall
Hermione ran into Ron. She signaled to Draco for him to go to stand behind the pillar. Hermione walked towards Ronald and made sure there was a crowd of students in the hallway. She walked right up to him. "Do I know you?"
"Listen here Ronald. I am not your girlfriend. I do not like you. If you were smart, you will not tell anybody about what I look like."
"Give me three good reasons why I shouldn't tell anybody."
"Here's one," Hermione held up her right arm. "Here's another," Hermione held up her left arm.
"Ha. You can't use your left arm. It has a cast on it."
"Wanna bet? And here's my last reason," Hermione put her knee right up to his groin. She then punched him in the eye with her left fist. "That's for bruising my wrist." Then she punched him in the mouth with her right wrist. Then she kneed him in the groin. "And that's for sending me to the Hospital Wing." She left Ron in a heap of pain.
"That was amazing Hermione," said Draco, "Where did you learn to do that?"
"I trained last summer with my personal trainer. Now can we please leave?"
"Yes we can leave." He held a new respect for her.
Hogsmeade
"Where shall we go first?" asked Draco.
"I want to go to the dress store to find a dress for the Christmas Ball."
"You already have tons of dresses in your closet."
"Most of them don't fit anymore. They're too small in the bust."
"Ah, interesting. Can I see you in one of those dresses?"
"Perv." She slapped him playfully and he had on a cute-little-boy smile. Then they heard the sound of Parkinson.
"Drakie Boo, who is that with you? That Goth Chick."
"That is my fathers' friend's daughter. We're betrothed. She's visiting from California."
She clearly didn't hear the part about them being 'betrothed'. "Cool. What part of California are you from?"
"I'm from Beverly Hills. I live with my best friend."
"Who's your best friend?"
"Justin Bieber."
"No way!" She let out a shriek. Hermione and Draco had to put their hands up to their ears. "My school is having this Ball. Do you think you can get him to play there? This chick named Granger is probably going to get some lame band. She seems to have a taken a liking to my Drakie Boo."
"Oh has she? What does this Granger girl look like?"
"I hate her. All the girls do. Except the Weaselette and Loony Lovegood."
"Why is that?"
"Because she is the most gorgeous girl in the school. All the guys talk about her, even Draco." She looked at him discretely and saw that he was blushing.
"What does she look like?"
"She has blackish-brown hair and light brown eyes. She has the body of every girls, and guys, dream. Her parents are CEO and President of GE, so she has everything. Like I said, every girl is jealous. If she were less gorgeous, she would be the most popular girl in the school. All the guys want to ask her out, but the Weasel threatened to hurt anybody who goes near her. Lots of guys are scared of him. Potter isn't much of a problem. He just backs the Weasel up in everything he does."
"Mmm, interesting. I just might have to talk to him about that."
"Why?"
"I have a way with people." She casually cracked her right knuckles. "Well. It was nice talking to you Pansy, but we have to go."
"How do you know my name? I never told you it."
"Oh, well, Draco tells me so much about you. He never shuts up about you. Well, we have to go. See you later Pansy." They walked away from her and Draco looked at her quizzically.
"What was that about? I do not talk about her all the time."
"Yes you do. We can go dress shopping later. There's a place I want to check out." They walked for a few minutes until they came to a stop in front of a place called Tom's Tattoo and Piercing Parlor.
"What's a tattoo?"
"You'll see." They walked through the door and a guy popped out from behind the counter.
"Hello. I'm Tom. What can I do for you?"
"I would like to get a couple of tattoos and my bellybutton pierced."
"I can do that. Why don't you two come to the back and I'll get set up." They walked to the back and saw a medical-like table and tom's tattoo equipment. "What's your name girly?"
"Hermione."
"Well Hermione, where would you like your tattoo?"
"I want one on my right arm and the other on my left hip. My boyfriend wants one on his chest."
"Okay. Hermione this may sound weird, but I'm going to need for you to take off your shirt. Just for precautions. If you want, you can out on a paper shirt."
"It's fine. I don't want one those." With that, she took of her shirt like there weren't two men in the same room, Draco tried quite hard not to stare, but was failing miserably. Hermione caught his eye and winked at him. He smirked at her in return.
"Now, what do you want your tattoo to look like?"
"I want the Gryffindor crest on my right shoulder."
"Ah, Gryffindor. I was in that house while in Hogwarts. Good tattoo choice."
"Thank you."
"Now, if you would sit down on the table, I'll get started. You know this will hurt, right?"
"I know. I have a tattoo already."
"Where is your other tattoo?" asked Draco
"I'll show you later."
"I'm assuming you want the Gryffindor colors, right?"
"Yes please."
"Ok." Tom started on her tattoo. She was wincing and squeezing Draco's hand in pain.
Draco's POV
Hermione looks like she's in a lot of pain. That needle looks painful. Did she say that I was getting a tattoo also? Great, she did. I get to go through the same pain as she does. Except she's getting two, not one. And she's getting her bellybutton pierced. I bet that will hurt. Her tattoo is turning out pretty good. It looks exactly like the Gryffindor crest. "All done," Tom said, "Would you like to see it?"
"Sure." Draco looked over Hermione to see her tattoo. "Looks good, Hermione."
"Thank you."
"Would you like to get your bellybutton pierced now, or would you like to get your second tattoo?"
"I would like to get my bellybutton pierced."
"Fine. This will hurt a little bit. What kind of piercing would you like?" He showed her his selections of piercings. She looked at the jewelry and pointed at one.
"That one," she said. It was a two-karat diamond in the shape of a heart on a silver chain.
"That one is really expensive. Are you sure you want it?"
"I can afford it."
"Ok." He put the needle gun to Hermione's belly button. "Young man, would you hold her hand? This will hurt. One, two, three."
"OW!" Hermione let out a shriek. Draco looked down at Hermione's stomach and saw her piercing.
"Very hot," he commented. She put her thumb on her hip and made a hissing sound. "Real mature babe." She smirked at him.
"Now it's your turn," said Hermione.
"What do you mean?" he asked, totally bewildered.
"You're going to get a stud in your ear. It won't hurt at all. Trust me." Her tone adding room for no argument.
"Fine."
"I already picked out a stud for you."
"What's it look like?"
"It's a three-karat diamond stud."
"Ok, just hurry up."
"One, two, three."
"OW!" Draco started crying like a baby.
"Oh, stop crying."
"I was not crying. I had something in my eye," he said very unconvincingly.
"Whatever you say Draco. Now it's time for your tattoo. He wants a Slytherin tattoo on his chest."
"Ah, a Gryffindor and Slytherin together, very odd."
"We're trying to keep it a secret. Nobody knows."
"Your secret is safe with me. I never get Hogwarts students."
"That's a good thing."
"Are you ready for that tattoo?"
"As ready as I'll ever be."
"Good. Hermione, please hold his hand. You want the Slytherin colors, right?"
"Yes I do." Draco took off his shirt and Tom began on Draco's tattoo. Hermione took a moment to ogle his chest and abs. He was wincing in pain and had tears rolling down his cheek. Hermione squeezed his hand in sympathy. Half an hour later, his tattoo was done. "Your tattoo looks hot."
"Thanks. Now stop staring at my abs. the room's getting really hot." She rolled her eyes at him.
"Now, for your other tattoo. Where would you like it?" Hermione whispered in his ear.
"Ok, what do you want it to say?" Hermione wrote it on a piece of paper. It said: 2sxy4U. "I'm sure your boyfriend will love it." He ushered Draco out of the room and started to work Hermione's tattoo. An hour later, it was all done.
"Can I see it?" asked Draco.
"No, later on." They walked over to the cash register.
"I'll pay for it," said Draco.
"It's alright. I got it."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure."
"Alright."
"Your total is $3,487.50." Draco waited for Hermione to wince, but she didn't. She merely said,
"Put it on Daddy's credit card."
"Who's your daddy?"
"George Granger."
"So, you're Hermione Granger?"
"That's right."
"Petrifics Totalus."
"Hermione!" Draco ran over to her." "What the hell was that for?" Tom's skin started to bubble and his hair started to turn red. Recognition started to dawn on Draco. "Weasley."
"That's right Ferret. I'm taking back what is rightfully mine." He snarled.
"You mean Hermione?"
"Since when have you called her Hermione?"
"Since she became my girlfriend."
"Your girlfriend?! Your girlfriend?! She's mine. We're getting married when we graduate."
"You have got to be joking. Hermione doesn't like you. She hates you. Do you think she forgot what you did to her? Who do you think brought her to the hospital?"
"You put her filthy hands on her, why you-" he punched Draco in square in the nose. Draco fell to the floor and put his hand on his nose. His hand was covered in blood. He lunged at Weasley and hit him in the jaw. Draco heard a crack and knew he broke the Weasel's jaw. But Weasley wasn't done. He lunged at Draco and knocked him on the ground. Draco hit his head on the edge of the desk and rendered unconscious.
He woke up covered in blood and lying next to Hermione. He mumbled, "Revivo," and was unconscious again.
Hermione woke up not remembering much. The last thing she remembered was Tom Petrifying her. She felt something wet and warm on the floor. She turned her head and saw a blood-covered Draco. She screamed and crawled over to him and saw that he was unconscious. She grabbed him and Appratated to the Hospital Wing. "Oh my, what happened to him?" Madame Pomfrey came bustling in.
"I don't know. We were in Tom's Tattoo and Piercing Parlor and he Petrified me. That's the last thing I remember. Then I woke up and he was covered in blood."
"That's odd. I never heard of that place. Is it new?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"No reason, just curious. Do you want to know what's wrong with him?" Hermione nodded her head weakly. Madame Pomfrey started poking and prodding Draco feeling for breaks, fractures, and lacerations. She shook her head and turned to Hermione. "I will say this: is VERY lucky to be alive. He has five broken ribs, a fractured skull, fractured ankle, broken wrist, dislocated shoulder, broken nose, and a broken jaw." When she was done, Hermione burst into tears. Madame Pomfrey squeezed her hand sympathetically. "Are you sure you can't remember what happened to him?"
"I'm sorry, but I can't remember."
"That's alright." She sighed. "You can talk to him. He can hear you, but he can't talk. He's in a coma."
"Thank you Madame Pomfrey, but shouldn't you treat him first?"
"I would, but I need you to help me get all this blood off of him, to properly see the full extent of the damage."
"Why didn't you say so?" With Hermione's help, Madame Pomfrey got all the blood off Draco. Hermione was shocked at the sight in front of her that was Draco. Almost every inch of his body was bruised. She felt fresh tears coming to her eyes. One fell on Draco's eye and the black eye disappeared. Hermione was shocked. She turned around and was about to tell Madame Pomfrey what happened, when she saw that she was standing behind Hermione smiling knowingly. "I thought that only the tears of a Phoenix can heal wounds."
"And Sorceresses."
"You mean-"
"Yes , you are a Sorceress." She stood there, shell-shocked.
"But how? How long have you known?"
"I cannot answer your first question, but I can answer your other question. I have known since about first year. A fellow Sorceress can tell."
"You're a Sorceress?"
"Yes I am."
"What can Sorceresses do?"
"We can manipulate the elements, fly without a broom, have the healing powers of the Phoenix, can put up a shield to prevent magical and physical objects from entering the inside of the shield, and in some cases, can have extreme beauty. Which I believe you have this rare power." She sat there, impressed.
"Wow, so what do I do?"
"You have two choices: either give up your Sorceress powers or I can take you under my wing and you will train as my apprentice." Hermione thought for a while and Madame Pomfrey her answer.
"I'll choose to be your apprentice."
"Good choice. We'll start training after the Holiday Break. Before that, I want you to practice your powers in the Common Room, but practice manipulating the elements outside. Can you do that?"
"I think I can."
"Good. Now, if you can just cry over him, your tears will heal him. Then he should regain consciousness by the end of the day." Hermione did just as Madame Pomfrey said and started crying over him. One by one, Draco's cuts and bruises started to disappear. When she was done, he started to stir. His eyes fluttered open. He opened his mouth to speak.
"Hermione?" His voice was hoarse from not using it.
"I'm here."
"How did I heal so fast? Last thing I remember was being covered in blood and in severe pain."
"I'll tell you in the Common Room. Is he free to go?"
"Yes he is." Madame Pomfrey winked at Hermione.