Yeesh. This one is a bit shorter than usual guys, but i promise to write a longer one next time. Please remember to review!
Chapter 3
I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANY OF THE OTHER CHARACTERS OR SETTINGS ETC. MENTIONED IN THIS FAN FICTION!
Draco
He had tried to get in to the Medical Room to see her, but it was no use. Even though he too had 'sensitive' skin caused by the idiot Weasely, his wasn't as extensive as Hermione's so he was allowed to leave almost as soon as he had arrived.
And not let back in.
Every time he had tried, Madame Pomfrey had barricaded the door and said that Granger was sleeping. Needless to say, he didn't buy it.
It had gotten to the point where she had actual put up what she called 'Anti-Draco' wards so that he just, no-matter what, couldn't enter.
He was obviously frustrated with this, but he, unlike a Gryffindor, wouldn't allow his emotions to get the better of him. That was 'Malfoy Rule' number two.
Right now, he was standing outside the medical room, and by Salazar was he going to make his presence known!
"MADAME POMFREY! LET ME IN!" He yelled.
"No, young man, did I not make myself clear? She is in no fit state!" She replied.
"Who's outside Madame Pomfrey?" Asked Hermione warily.
"Ehh... It's me Granger. Malfoy. I just wanted to... To tell you that your trunk has been sent to your room, so no worries about it being on the train. Bye!" He scampered off.
Yes there was a reason (beside the obvious) that he wasn't in Gryffindor. He was a coward.
Hermione
To tell you the truth, she hadn't been worrying about her trunk. However it was reassuring to know that it was safe, and she would have to thank Malfoy for the information later.
She watched as Madame Pomfrey turned around and went back into her office, muttering something along the lines of 'I wish he would just give-up and accept it'.
Hermione was bored out of her skull because of her time being cooped up, with not even a book to read!
She had had enough. Silently, she put one leg over the bed, then the other and tip-toed over to the door, wincing with each step at the sensation pulsing from her raw skin. The door creaked open, and she walked down the corridor, up the stairs and towards the Gryffindor Common Room. However, she was struck with a problem, even before she had entered.
"Password?" Asked the Fat Lady.
"I've been in the Hospital Wing for a week Madame Constance. I don't know the the password. Surely you can make an exception?"
The Fat Lady was impressed, it was not often she was addressed by her given name.
"I am sorry child. No password, no passage. It is for you and your fellow Gryffindor's safety, as you very well know." She winked, then looked away.
I was frustrated, but didn't let it show.
"Thank you Madame." I said as I turned around.
To my surprise, Malfoy was standing at the end of the corridor, leaning against the wall nonchalantly, smug as ever.
"Tut tut tut, Granger. A rule follower like you shouldn't be breaking the rules. It goes against your morale fiber." He said sarcastically.
"Sometimes, rules are meant to be broken. Plus, it goes against my 'morale fiber' even more so to go a week without reading a book." I countered.
He shrugged, dismissing the subject. "The password is 'Phoenix Feather' by the way. I heard that blundering fool Longbottom going on about it."
And with that, he turned and walked away.
"Wait, Malfoy!" I shouted.
"Yes Granger?" He inquired.
"Thanks for helping me, you big hypocrite" I blushed.
"Eh... Your welcome. Don't expect it to happen again." He said defensively to my retreating figure as I stepped gracefully over into the Gryffindor Common Room.
Just to annoy him, I waved sweetly as I shut the door.
It was his turn to blush and look like a fish with his gaping mouth.
I giggled on the other side of the portrait, then headed to find my trunk.