Draco was headed up to the library to finish up some last minute homework, when he heard someone yelling. "Peeves! Give that back! Peeves!" Draco's lips turned into a smile. Ah, that meddlesome poltergeist was tormenting another student. This would cheer him up from having to do homework.

He followed the sound of the ghost's laughter and turned the corner just in time to see the poltergeist go through a brick wall. The student following him, though, wasn't quick enough to stop. Draco winced as he heard them run into the wall and fall back. They groaned and laid there for a moment. After a few seconds, they started to push themselves up, but fell back as their wrists gave out. They moved, then, to lean against the wall.

From Draco's position, he could see that it was a girl. A guy certainly didn't wear skirts. She pulled her knees up to her chest, folded her arms over them, hid her face, and let out a loud sob. Great. A crying girl. He hated crying tears. It was a weakness he hated having. But, he couldn't just leave her there.

Draco sighed and walked down the corridor, his shoes echoing against the walls. He stood in front of her and said, "Are you alright?" The girl didn't look up, but continued to cry harder. Draco looked at her wrists and saw them start to swell and turn purple. He crouched down and reached out a hand to her. Gently, he took her wrist and pulled it so it was extended. "You should go to the Hospital Wing," he said. The girl continued to cry. Draco rolled his eyes. Would she just be quiet?

He looked down and paused. He suddenly had an idea. "I never would have guessed girls your age would still be wearing pink underwear with blue clouds," he said.

Suddenly, her crying stopped. He waited for another reaction and soon heard her soft hiccups. Lord, was she going to cry again? No, she started to giggle.

"There, you see?" he said, cupping her elbows and helping her to her feet. Her head was hung and her hair fell in the way so he didn't see her face, but he knew she was still smiling. "Got you to stop crying, didn't I?" She nodded. "Now, let's get you to Madam Pomfrey. I don't like the look of those wrists."

They started to move, but the girl fell and landed against his chest. Draco caught her and sighed. "Did you hurt your ankle, too?" he asked. She nodded, her head bobbing up and down. He scooped her up into his arms, one arm under her knees and the other behind her shoulders. She quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, but no tight enough to cut off his air supply. "Don't move too much," he said, walking up to the Hospital Wing.

The girl, now that he held her, was vaguely familiar. Her brown hair was soft where it brushed against his hand, and her body was very light. Also, it felt athletic, and he should know, after all the girls he'd shagged in the past few years. Maybe if she talked, he'd know who she was.

"So, why were you chasing Peeves?" he asked. "Many students run away from him."

She didn't answer at first. Then, very quietly so he almost missed it, she said, "He took something of mine."

"What?" he said.

"...the result to a quiz," she said.

Draco almost rolled his eyes. Only a real bookworm would run after him for answers. No, she'd said 'result'. "What kind of quiz?" he asked.

The girl went quiet. Draco could feel her cheek warm against his shoulder, where she'd rested it. "A personality quiz from Young Witch Weekly," she said. That was what she was embarrassed about? Draco smiled and then laughed. The girl in his arms blushed harder and said, "It's not funny. I'm...above such stupid things."

He smiled. "Then why take it?"

She shifted slightly as he started up the stairs. She mumbled something, but Draco said, "Sorry, didn't catch that." He was still smiling.

The girl said, louder, "Because I wanted to know what personality I was." She sighed. "People's opinions of me matter, you know? So, something happened and I thought they'd look at me differently. I took the test because I wanted to know what personality I have, so I could act like it." She fell silent for a moment and let out a giggle. "Then Peeves finds the answers and says he's going to post the answers in a flyer. All that stupid test got me was stupidly hurt."

Draco chuckled. "On the bright side, it got you a date with a hansom guy," he said.

The girl paused. "A date?" she asked.

Draco shrugged, moving her up and down. She clung a bit tighter at the movement. "If you'd care to join me for dinner in the Prefect's Common Room. You're funny and amusing. It'd be a nice way to start off the Christmas holidays." Not to mention relieve some boredom and get a quick shag. "What do you say?" he asked as he stopped in front of the Hospital Wing's doors.

The girl shrugged. "I think you should ask a girl that you like," she said.

Draco smiled. "I'd like to get to know you better," he said. And to get between these great legs. They're so smooth.

She paused again and said, "Alright."

He mentally cheered and pushed the doors open. "Madam Pomfrey," he called.

The Medi-witch came running out from her office and gasped. "Mr. Malfoy, what is the meaning of this?" she demanded.

Yeah. Cause it's my fault. "Peeves took something of hers and she was trying to get it back. Ran into a wall and hurt her wrists and ankle," Draco explained.

Madam Pomfrey tsked and said, "Put her down on the bed over here." Draco did as he was told, sitting the girl's bum on the mattress. He slowly pulled his hands away, letting them caress her smooth legs and play with her hair. He felt her shiver and couldn't help but smile. "You certainly are hard on your body, Ms. Granger," Madam Pomfrey said, turning to the cabinet of medicine.

Draco froze and felt the girl stiffen as well. Slowly, he looked up and saw dark brown eyes through her hair. He lifted his hand and brushed some away. Indeed, there was Hermione Granger. Seeker for Gryffindor, one of his enemies; and the girl he'd just asked out with the intention of shagging. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "Prefect's Common Room. 8 o'clock. Wear something sexy." He then pulled back and left. He never pictured her as a pink with blue clouds underwear kind of girl.

Hermione watched him leave. Even after finding out that the girl he'd been carrying up to the Hospital Wing was the girl that had kissed him yesterday, he still wanted a date? And what did he mean, 'Wear something sexy'?

She was brought out of her thoughts when Madam Pomfrey handed her a cup of purple liquid. "Drink this, dear," she said. "It'll stop the swelling and heal your foot. I'll have to bandage your writs, but you'll be fine in a couple of days." Hermione took the cup tentatively, so she didn't hurt her wrists, and drained it. It didn't taste as bad as the draught she'd had to swallow for her hurt leg.

She handed the cup back and Madam Pomfrey started to wrap her wrists. "So," she said. "I never knew you and Mr. Malfoy were close. The kiss on the field had looked like an accident."

Hermione blushed. "It was an accident," she said. "Malfoy found me after I ran into the wall. He...cheered me up and brought me here."

The older woman nodded. "Ah," she said, finishing with her bandages. She secured them with a tap of her wand and said, "Keep those one. They should be as good as new in a few days." She stood and smiled. "So, what are you wearing for your date tonight?"

Hermione's mouth fell open. "You heard that?" she asked.

"I heard you outside the door," Madam Pomfrey said. "And I think you should go. On top of getting over what happened on the field yesterday, he's a hansom boy. You could use some attention; come out of your shell a bit. I suggest you wear something that shows off your curves."

AN: Who doesn't love it when your school nurse gives you fashion advice and tells you to go on a date with your worst enemy? Lol. Reviews make everyone happy, so tell me your thoughts. Maybe I'll put some of your suggestions in the next chapter.