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Chapter 5

Draco had had it hard, according to Madame Pomfrey. His leg still hurt, even though Madame Pomfrey had treated it with much care and magical healing objects, potions and any other helpful things. He groaned after he woke, and opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was Hermione. "Hermione!" he exclaimed, but sleepily. "It was Weasley. You can't trust him anymore. He-!" but Hermione stopped him. She stroked his hair, her soft touch as precious as gold, as she spoke. "Shh, Draco. I know," Draco lost any tension he had as her hand went from his hair to around the side of his face, then back to his hair. "But the most important thing is that you're okay." She smiled at him, and Draco tried to do the same. But his teeth bit his lip, and he cried out in pain. Hermione clutched his arm. Then she left for dinner, promising to get him something sweet.

He waited, but she came early. And not the way he would've expected, either. She was floating towards Madame Pomfrey. Madame Pomfrey grabbed a note that was lying on top of her. Draco knew better than to put on his glasses to see her properly, because Madame Pomfrey was whimpering. She left the not next to Draco, so he could see. It was written in Potter's handwriting.

Madame Pomfrey.

This is Ron Weasley, Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan and Harry Potter. We found Hermione in a corridor near the Slytherin common room. She has been cursed, no doubt. We think she might be bound, and is badly injured. We do believe she has been put under a silencing charm, and a very powerful one at that. Please help her.

From Harry, Ron, Dean and Seamus.

P. S. We do not know who did it.

Liars, Draco thought. Madame Pomfrey laid Hermione in a bed next to him, and she moved the
bed-side table to the other side of Hermione's bed and pushed it closer to him. He reached forwards for her hand, and she slowly took it. They just stared at each other for a couple of hours, and then Madame Pomfrey gave them each a sleeping potion, Hermione's with the addition of a silencing remedy.

"Goodnight, Hermione." He said. She smiled at him in return, and Draco knew it meant goodnight.

He drank from his small goblet, and lay back. He felt himself drown in the word of dreams.

He was walking through Hogsmeade with Hermione. Weasley and Potter were hanging out by themselves. Hermione ordered a Butterbeer with Draco, and he ordered one too. They laughed, joked and talked together. Hermione got a bit of froth on her nose, and they laughed for a while, until Draco got a bit too, and that kick-started their laughing.

It was a nice dream, but it made Draco want it as well. He wanted to do that with Hermione. He realised that she would have to see his glasses, and he thought about how ridiculous he must've looked in them, and didn't want to wear them again. But he wanted to see Hermione properly.

He looked at her sleeping for a few minutes, and then he tried to wake her. "Hermione?" he asked, still sleepy from the potion.

"Morning Draco." She said with a yawn, and Draco couldn't help smiling cheekily. "What's so funny?" she asked, curiously.

"Your teeth." He replied. "They look funny when you yawn."

"You can't say anything!" she protested. "Yours are just as bad." She giggled when she finished speaking. Draco decided to get serious with her.

"Who did it?" he spoke again before she could answer. "It was Weasley." He said, wanting her to nod. "And Thomas, Finnigan." He almost said the last name smugly. "And Potter." Hermione gave him a satisfying nod. "How did they do it? I bet you didn't go down without a fight." Hermione shocked him.

"I did." She said, her smile falling off her face. Draco was so shocked, he nearly said no in an annoying way, but didn't. "I had just put my jumper on, when I heard someone whisper Petrificus Totalus. Then I was on my back and Dean and Seamus carried me up to the boys' dorm, Harry did too." She paused to crinkle her nose in disgust. "They are so messy." Draco held in a laugh, and hoped Hermione hadn't noticed. "They stood me up and Ron released me, but before I could move, Harry's wand was under my chin. That second of distraction was all they needed. My arms were tied together before I could do anything. Then I asked what was going on." She sighed, as if she were putting up with toddlers fighting. "It was their cue to curse me. It hurt. And it still does a bit, even with the pain relief tablets." Draco did not remember any pain relief tablets, but he had probably had them while he was asleep. He decided that he needed to get a proper look at Hermione, and grasped his glasses.

"Where did you get Harry's glasses?" she asked, clearly confused.

"They're mine." He said with a sigh. "Weasley did a pretty effective job with an eyesight curse, everything's blurry." He put his glasses on and nearly shrieked. Hermione had cuts and boils all over her face, and Draco had to remind himself that he had boils on his face too. Draco was worried for her, though. "Are you okay?" he asked, reaching to touch her delicate face and stroked her cheek, before bringing his hand back to himself. She nodded and closed her eyes, deep in thought. She opened them again after a couple of minutes, and looked over at Draco, then giggled for what was only three minutes, but seemed like an hour. Draco kept on trying to make her stop, but her resistance to stop made him chuckle himself a few times. When Hermione stopped, she went all serious, like she had always been with him the past years.

"Draco, something's going to happen any minute now. I don't know what, but I just know." They looked into each other's eyes, and she continued. "Trust me." He grabbed her, wanting a close hug, pulling her and her bed as close as possible. Hermione grabbed his arms back, and they braced.

Students started limping and crying, falling into beds. All of the students had a bed except one. Draco knew what this meant, and so did Hermione. No matter how much they shook their heads, Madame Pomfrey made Hermione get into Draco's bed. She said something about them being older, and rubbish like that.

Hermione grabbed Draco and pulled him close, and they both screamed. A giant's hammer destroyed the wall behind them. It swung again, and the bed broke in half, as Draco and Hermione let go of each other. He heard Hermione call his name, and he called back. "Hermione!" he called. He scrambled forwards towards her as soon as the giant's hammer left the ground. Hermione screamed as the giant picked her up, and then he threw her out one of the tall windows, through drawn curtains and everything. "No!" Draco yelled. He got up and ran as fast as he could (which wasn't very fast, since he had a half-healed leg) towards the entrance to the Hospital Wing. He ran out the front doors, despite the teachers ordering everyone to go back to their common rooms. Professor McGonagall stopped him just outside the doors.

"Mr Malfoy," she said sternly. "You need to get back to the Slytherin-oh dear," she said, looking at him properly. "Why have you come from the Hospital Wing?"

"There's a giant in there. I must go past. She's… she's…"

"Who's what? Why have you taken Mr Potter's glasses?"

"I need them, and they're not Potter's. They're mine from the Hospital Wing. I got hit by many curses, and an eyesight curse was among them."

"Oh dear. And who's what?"

"Hermione. Hermione Granger is out there. She-the giant threw her out there, and she's hurt."

"Well, that is out of your hands, Mr Malfoy. I shall get Professor Snape to find her. Until-."

"No!" Draco yelled. "No! I-please. Just let me get her. She'll be expecting me."

"I'm sorry, Mr Malfoy."

"Stop it!" he ran past her and into the forbidden forest, where he found her after a few minutes of walking around.

"Hermione," he said, almost in tears, she lay on the grass unconscious. She had a new cut, bleeding fresh blood, on her left leg. A man walked out from some shadows.

"Draco," said Voldemort. "Come, she is a weak Mudblood. That cut will kill her in an hour's time."

"No." Draco said. "She's-I love her." The Dark Lord's mouth dropped open, and Bellatrix Lestrange, his father, and some other Death Eaters came after Voldemort, from the same shadows.

"You ignorant little worm!" The Dark Lord yelled at him. "Crucio!" And that's when the real pain H