Friday

"Night duty is really tiring!" Hermione said to herself while looking outside. Magic is really powerful to make their school look like a muggle town. It was raining cats and dogs that's why she decided to wait in one of the benches with parasol which was a former room before it was changed. She's been sitting there for nearly an hour because she lost her umbrella.

Beep.

'It's already eleven, mudblood'

'Why is it any of your concern? I know the time Malfoy' Sent.

Hermione sighed when she remembered about her homework. There are a lot to do and the rain looked like it won't stop any minute now. Hermione tucked her phone inside her bag and covered it so that it won't break or anything. Then she ran for it.

"Enjoyed the rain for almost two hours?" Draco tried to taunt her but failed. She was drenched with water and she looked pale. She ignored him and went to get her clothes and changed in the toilet.

"Students" a loud voice can be heard from the outside. From the tone of the voice, it was said with the use of a speaker. "This is Professor McGonagall and I'm afraid to say that we can't control the weather due to some complications. I suggest that you all stay in your room and don't come out just yet because it might be hazardous. We'll sort this problem as soon as possible. That's all."

Then the speakers went off. Draco noticed that Hermione was in the toilet for half an hour.

"Granger, I need to use the bathroom." He knocked but there was no answer. "Granger if you won't open this door—" then Hermione opened the door, looking rather ill.

"You can use it now" she almost whispered and fell. Luckily, Draco caught her in his arms. She was burning with fever.

"What in the world happened to you, Granger?" He asked worriedly.

"I'm fine" Hermione replied weakly and got out from his grasp. "I just need rest" she managed a smile and went to the bed with shaky feet.

"You're hot!" Draco said with a hint of disappointment in his voice. Just then, Hermione looked at him.

"I know" she tried to kid around but fever has been eating her up.

"Are you kidding me? You still have energy to joke in that condition?" Draco said incredulously. He sighed for a second then went to Hermione who was now half-conscious. He didn't know how to take care of other people when they are sick because Madam Pomfrey was only a step away and they'll be taken care of but now, there was no Madam Pomfrey or even magic (not until twelve o'clock though). So he searched her books and saw one with a title, "How to take care of sick wizards the muggle way" He thought that it was a sick thing to do. Why would anyone want to do it the muggle way when the wizard's way is much better? He just couldn't understand but seeing that it was Hermione, she'd want to do it the muggle way since she's muggle-born. He did as what the book instructed. He brought a pail of cold water and damped a towel, twist it then he put it on Hermione's forehead. He nursed her until magic was activated again. He cooked some soup and noodles, (fortunately, they have stocks of muggle food and things inside their house and that there were instructions on how to cook them or else he wouldn't know what to do) then he made a potion just like the one that they drink when they're sick.

"Granger, get up. You need to take your medicine" He said tiredly. It was already one in the morning and he was a bit sleepy. Hermione carried her weight and sat down. He touched her forehead and much to his dismay, it didn't have any improvement at all. She was still burning with fever.

"I'm sorry…" Hermione said faintly. "…for troubling you" she was breathing heavily.

"Don't waste your energy, Granger. Just eat this" he put the soup and noodles in Hermione's lap but she only looked at it.

"I'm not hungry" she said and was about to lie down again when Draco stopped her.

"But you need to eat! Ugh! I hate to do this but I guess I have no choice" he said and took the spoon to feed her.

"You don't have to" Hermione insisted.

"Just eat!" with that, he gently pressed the spoon onto her lips and she ate it.

When Hermione finished her food, she went back to sleep. Draco fixed everything and took a short nap. After few minutes, Hermione woke up feeling agitated but was still ill. She woke him up and smiled at him.

"You need something?" he said groggily. Then Hermione hugged him. And this woke Draco entirely.

"You're supposed to sleep. You're fever hasn't come down yet" he said, feeling her warmth but she wasn't listening.

"Draco" her face was flushed. "Let's play" she made a weak smug smile.

"We won't. What in the world are you doing, Granger?" he said as he saw Hermione in an attempt to take her clothes off and stopped her before he's tempted.

"But it's hot in here!" she looked like an intoxicated woman. "It's really hot!" she complained.

Draco seemed to be having fun so he took his phone and video record the whole thing.

"You want to play, Granger? You know what I'm capable of" he whispered in her ears and she looked like she blushed. He smirked at her reaction.

"You're unbelievable, Draco!" she suddenly shouted but then she smiled with her eyes half open. "You know what, I think you're nice and handsome" she whispered.

"What did you say?" Draco asked in amazement.

"I said you're nice and…" Hermione said and drifted back to sleep.

"I can blackmail you, you know" Draco smirked. He'll love to tease her when she wakes up. He grinned at the thought.

The next day, Hermione smiled as she woke up with happy thoughts. She didn't know why but she felt contented.

"Good Morning." Draco greeted her. "It's so nice to see you every time I wake up" he said with a hint of sarcasm.

"Is there something wrong with you?" Hermione asked eagerly. Why in the world would Malfoy greet her early in the morning? He'd never do that. Not in a million years! Well, ignore the second statement—obviously, he didn't mean it.

"From now on, you need to listen to every word I say and follow my orders" he replied with a haughty smile.

"Huh?" Hermione clearly didn't get his point. She wouldn't do it even if she did get it.

"Remember this?" he went up to her and leaned. Hermione's heart skipped a beat for a moment then looked at the thing he was making her look at. It was none other than his phone.

"What—" she tried to say but stopped when she saw herself saying something she'd never say when she's conscious or even dead.

"You told me I'm handsome" he grinned but Hermione wasn't happy at all.

"Delete it" she grunted.

"I won't. It's my phone, remember?"

"Draco, please" her eyes were pleading but he showed no mercy.

"Not until I get the things I want" he said and started pacing back and forth.

"What do you want?" Hermione was feeling grumpy now.

"Hmmmm…. I'll think about it" he flashed his infamous smirk and went out of the room leaving Hermione to her thoughts. She was sick, she remembered but she did not expect something like that. Did she honestly think that he was handsome? Well, she couldn't deny the fact that it was true. But why let her subconscious mind do it? She let some time to take this all in.

"I'll get you for this, Malfoy!" she shouted.