"You never told me?" Draco said breaking the silence.
"Told you what exactly?" she asked irritated.
"What you where doing out so late?" he said.
"That is none of your business!" she snapped.
"Hermione, what's wrong!?" he sort of yelled at her, her eye widened as he stood in front of her, he grabbed her shoulders so she couldn't shove him away. He was even more taller than normal, him standing on the stair above hers. She sighed and looked away from him.
"Hermione..." he looked at her though worried filled eyes. She looked up at him again this time her eyes turned into saucers and she let out a scream. Behind Malfoy stood a tall dark haired figure, the only person she'd only ever truly been afraid of. Balatrix Lastrange. Hermione's arm stung. A menacing cackle stretched though the grand stair case, in which cause Draco to spin on his heels, not the best idea... With that he toppled over crashing into the one and only Hermione granger who was perched behind him, shivering with another yelp they both went over, tumbling down the staircase, smack, crack, bang, THUMP! They hit the floor at the bottom.
"Ahrgg!" she screamed. She had smacked her wrist on the hand rail on the way down. It was definitely broken. Draco stood barely a scratch on him, bit of a bloodily lip but that's all, Hermione had clearly cushioned his fall. He looked down at her she was laying on the floor tears pouring from her eyes, she had her hand around her wrist in pain.
"Hermione what happened!? Are you okay!? Let me she!" he said she whinced away from him. "'Mione, I need to see!" he said sharply, she hesitantly held her hand out yelling in pain at having to hold it up by itself. He examined her hand for a second and let go.
"looks like you've shattered your wrist! Come on you need to get to the hospital wing." she sobbed and winced as she stood. Clearly bruised all over. Lucky the hospital wing was down one set of stairs.
"Hello!?" Draco called into the seemingly empty room.
"Who's there!?" came a familiar voice from the darkness.
"Please Miss, she hurt her arm falling down the stairs." he explained to the lady wearing a blue and purple night gown.
"Okay, sit her down over here I'll take a look at her arm. Meanwhile if you could go get Professor Slughorn, I believe he has a potion that could ease the pain, I'll heal that lip of yours aswell." she said graving s few things from her front desk.
"Okay," he said as he ran off though the castle. Upon arriving at slughorns room, Draco explained his distress and Hermione's condition and they set of to the hospital wing, slughorn carrying a few bottles with him.
"Miss Granger are you feeling any better?" the old potions teacher asked.
"She'll barely let me touch her arm and I don't have anything to numb the pain at the moment." Madam Pomfree said.
"I see, here Miss Granger, try this?" he said uncorking a small vile which held a light blue liquid. She took it and drowned the liquid in one gulp.
"Taste like blue heaven ice-cream!" she said in awe.
"Like what?" Draco said in clear confusion.
"It's a Muggle version of crystal-cream, I think, as for what it taste like I'm not sure..." the witch explained, finally able to tend to Hermione's arm.
"Malfoy! Where's Draco, where is he!?" she said in a slight panic.
"I'm right here 'Mione, calm down!" he grabbed her other hand and she looked at him.
"Alright, all done i fixed her bones, she'll just a badly brused wrist for a while." Madam Promfree said turning to leave.
"Thank you ma'am." the professor said.
"Well I'll trust you to look after her until morning, Okay Mr. Malfoy, and I'll see you both before breakfast. The potion won't wear off for a few hours but she'll be alright." he smiled at them before retiring to his sleeping quarters again.
Draco sighed to himself before turning back the Hermione, 'wait, did he say before breakfast!?' the thought to himself. The girl sat from her place in the hospital bed causing him to lose his train of thought. She looked at him and giggled.
"Hehe, you're pretty!" she giggled at him and patted his head. 'never thought I'd see the day when Hermione acted drunk!' Draco thought.
"Riiiiight..." he said eyeing her as if she had done something insane.
"Left!" she perked up.
"I think you should get some sleep Hermione." he said calmly.
"Aww, but I dun wannaaaa! I'm not even tired!" the head girl pouted.
"Regardless you need to sleep, come on lay down."
"Only if you lay with me!"
"Uhh, right..." he eyed her again.
"Left!" she cherpped again.
"Will you stop that." he sighed, it was going to be a long night. He stood from his chair at the side of her bed and laid on the bed next to her.
"Stop what!?" she batted her eyelashes innocently at him.
"Go to sleep Hermione." he said blankly.
"Talk to me Drakieee!" giggling at her use of Pansy's nickname for him.
"No, now, sleep!" he said slightly irritated at the nickname.
"Nahhhh!" she said brushing it off, he sighed it look like he was going to HAVE to talk to sleep.
"Fine, what did you what to talk about?" he questioned her.
"Ummm, I don't know, what do you think of me!?" she sighed closing her eyes and un knowingly cuddled up next to Draco. His breath hitched in his throat and he couldn't move, his body shocked into place, as she did so.
"Uh, I umm... I think that you're smart, funny, fun to be around and pretty." he said still holding his breath.
"Aww thank you, I think that you are funny, smart, cute, fun and caring." she said dreamaly, smiling slightly her eye still close. He let his breath out and let his body relax a little at the girls words.
"Thanks" he smiled, "You know I like you alot 'Mione... You're very special to me." he waited for her to respond, she didn't.
"'Mione?" he whispered, nothing. She was asleep.
"I think, I may even be starting to, love you." he said as he drifted off into a deep sleep.
But Hermione wasn't asleep, she herd his confession, it almost broke her heart, why did the cure have to be ready! Why does he have to go back to the way he was! She liked this Malfoy much better than the other one. Maybe he would stop showing up on the map if he stopped being her responsibility. That would make sense because she didn't fancy him, she just preferred him like this and she was suppose to be looking after him, right!? Right...? 'Fudge...' she thought before joining the land of nodd.