Blaise waved to Draco and then made his way to his first lesson. When he glanced back at the pair he got a side view of his wonderful friend, he was surprised at how good the pair looked together. Granger's ebony brown was a wonderful contrast to Draco's now healthy white looking neck. Even their eyes were such a contrast. Granger had hazel brown, doe like eyes that were like open books. It was her eyes flashed the word "HAPPY" when she beamed and "PISSED" when she scowled. His blond haired friend on the other hand had a pools of secrets and emotions hiding behind those steely gray eyes that had a small spark of blue, under the sun. Blaise sighed, he wondered why he had bothered to list out Granger's differences to Draco's. Though deep down, he knew the answer. Blaise Zabini admired the Griffindor for a part of last year. Once Daphne had come by, Blaise had just knew that she was the one who he would want to spend him life with contentedly. Now, all Blaise hoped for, was his best friend to find that as well.
Draco pushed the heavy oak door open with his leg and slid in, curving his body so Granger's head didn't hit the door and cause another injury to her head seeing as she was already cracked. Madam Promfrey saw the pair and her eyes widened for a moment and then she put on her "stern" face. She never thought she'd see the day where the blond boy would carry Miss Granger in. It had seemed so impossible to think that they were both enemies just a year ago.
Draco was a little flustered at the fact that the elder-witch was staring. She gestured for him to lay Granger down on the bed. He dipped his back and rested her legs on the mattress and then let his other arm slide down so her head was on the pillow. Once he made his move to step back, he was jerked back.
Mdm Promfrey was a quite amused at the picture in front of her. Miss Granger's fingers were curled around the boys collar. Fisted into her palm, she made no move to let go. She found this quite endearing. She watched the boy gently unfold her fingers and tuck her hand into the blanket and he stepped away. She ordered him to leave and although his face clearly showed he wanted to stay, he left without a word. For the first time in her medical career, she had not bothered to enquire and ground out why this witch was unconscious. She let it go as she made her way to get a potion. Her thoughts swirled around the fact that these two were not passionately in hate as others thought.