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Chapter 4

The light cascades in the window. The birds outside chirp in the winter air and I roll over to a cold patch of mattress. I bolt up awake and realize I'm still in Malfoy's bed. It's late. I've overslept. I'm late for my potions exam. I get ready to jump out of his bed when I catch his scent in the duvet. I freeze, gathering the duvet for a minute and just inhaling. Panicking I look around the room, making sure he's actually gone. The room seems abandoned. He didn't bother to wake me, probably punishment for last night. Gathering my thoughts I quickly put on my robes, leaving the room as hastily as I could. When I entered the hallway I was surprised to see students about. It was lunch time. To my distract I had slept through my first 3 classes. I sighed.

Ron and Harry had inquired to my whereabouts in potions. I merely shook them off, complaining that I had been sick all morning. They seemed to buy it without hesitation. After lunch I went to Snape with my lie about being sick and he set up a make-up test for me.

After I did Snape's test in the afternoon I focused on nothing but studying in the library. I didn't look past 5 feet in front of me when I was walking and I had a bird singing charm playing in my ears to keep myself focused. I didn't dare look around for Malfoy. I kept my mind focused.

When the lights of the library went low I made my way back to the prefect's dormitory to make rounds. Malfoy wasn't there as expected so I did the rounds by myself. It was cold, so I grabbed my heavy coat and gloves, combing a hand through my knotted hair. As I walked down the steps to hagrids house along the line of the forbidden forest - to make sure the third years weren't playing their dare games again - I heard a loud bang. Slightly into the Forbidden Forest behind a rather large Oak tree something apparated into the grounds of Hogwarts. It fell from a certain point in the air to the ground. Frightened as I was it was my job to monitor the grounds.

I moved quickly over the moss and undergrowth. What I found lying on the ground was something I could never forget.

"Get out of here you filthy little Mudblood!" He threatened. My heart sank down to my toes.

"Draco," I whispered in shock, noticing all the blood under his robes.

"Didn't you hear me?" He roared, turning over in pain. He lay pale and rigid on the ground.

"Don't move I'll go get Madam Pomfrey!" I said.

"No! Don't you understand! You can't tell anyone about this Granger!" He yelled, clutching his chest. He tried to stand but tumbled over back onto his side.

"Fuck," he moaned.

"Malfoy I have to get someone to help you, your bleeding heavily!" I tried to make him see reason. I looked around frantically for anyone, but since it was way past curfew no one would be around.

"Then you help me!" he moaned. He lifted his arm up for me to grab. I dived under it and lifted him up desperately trying to support his weight. I prayed my legs wouldn't give way.

I started to make my way back up the hill supporting him with each step.

"Not that way! Do you want all the professors to see me?" he growled.

"This way!" He ordered, half dragging me in the opposite direction. We entered the castle for a route I had never known about.

"Did you find this route when you were doing rounds?" I ask. Malfoy sniggered and ignored my question. I didn't know where we were going until we turned the corner near our dormitory.

"Malfoy I have to get you looked at," I said feeling his blood on the side of my robes.

"What happened?" I asked. Again Malfoy ignored my question and lead us into our room. I left him drop on the couch.

"Go to bed Granger I can take care of myself," He said unbuttoning his robes. I knelt down in front of him, helping him take of his robes and he seemed to be struggling. He groaned as I pulled it over his shoulder.

"Trying to get me naked Granger?" he smirked. I felt the heat rush to my ears. I wiped my brow with the back of my hand.

"Don't be ridiculous, I'm trying to help you Malfoy," I stated, removing the robes from his other shoulder. I undid his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. My actions were quickly and clumsy. Malfoy's eyes glazed over and he looked like he was going to pass out. My hands shook at the last button of Malfoy's shirt. It's not that I hadn't ever seen Malfoy shirtless before. We often went to the seaside when we were young. But I knew things had changed, that I had been almost 9 year ago. He was a boy then. Draco Malfoy was a man now. I opened his shirt and slipped it off him quickly, accessing the damage.

Just below his collar bone there was a deep gash. Malfoy hid away from me, curling his arms behind his back. Blood trickled out of the wound. My heart pumped even louder as I stared at the blood. My stomach churned. It was dried in all over his chest and stomach. His face was as pale as ice. Malfoy took one look at my face and shoved me away.

"Granger go to bed okay! I'll take care of it." He stood up quickly, stumbling slightly before making a shaky attempt towards the bathroom. I went to follow him but he locked the door.

"Malfoy, let me in. I can repair that cut easily," I shouted through the door. I heard him laugh. I waited impatiently outside the door as Malfoy moved around inside. After 23 more breathes I heard a loud band.

"MALFOY?" I screamed. Nothing. I grabbed my wand and bellowed "Alohamora!"

I found Malfoy passed out – pale and sweating- on the floor.

"Draco!" I cried, shaking him roughly. I whispered the incantation to fix his cut and grabbed a cup of water, throwing it over his face. He jolted awake, but lazily lay back down again.

While he lay limp and lifeless I cleaned him down with soap and water. I picked him up and carried him to his bed. He moaned the entire way. When I had him under the covers I made my way over to my bed, stripping over and getting under the blankets.

"Why did you help me?" he asked. His voice indolent and intoxicated from the sleeping charm I had casted in the bathroom.

"Because I'm a good person," I teased, trying to ease the tension. After a few minutes he answered.

But I'm not granger," his voice was the serious tone he had used with me for years. I thought about how this time last year he had cast a voice changing charm on Ron that made him talk like a girl for a week. I thought about the ice he had made appear at the top of the Gryffindor staircase, causing most of my house to slip. But then I thought of the visits I used to have to his house on Saturday mornings. The food Narissa used to make, the way he held my hand through the long scary corridors to his sitting room, the endless games of Hide and Seek. I sighed.

"But you used to be."

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