I tried to make this as long as possible

Disclaimer: Never owned these characters, but the fanfic is mine.

Hermione was like a speed demon that day. Anything that had to done was done that day, within a matter of five seconds. She loaded her work on top of her, trying to one up Malfoy.

'He won't do better than me.' She thought. She still blamed herself for taking what he have her all as nice gestures. All he wanted was to try and do better than her, and he had succeeded. But now his plan was going to backfire.
By noon she had done next months homework. Tutored 15 Second Years, and then did whatever Head's assignment that was even slightly suggested. She wouldn't allow Malfoy to have this over her head. She may have been acting like a child over this, but in all honestly she might as well have one thing.

Malfoy had more than her in ways unimaginable. He had the riches, he had the great and mighty name that made people tremble at their feet before him. He was also smart, it was a pity because he was almost had the same knowledge as Hermione did. She hated to admit this and she really did
'He also has good looks.' She sighed. God if he heard her say that his ego would double, and could be nicknamed Russia. She always scoffed at the girls who would go on about him. But in all honesty it was true. He was rather attractive, but it was as the saying went 'don't judge a book by it's cover'. The thing is Malfoy had no cover what so ever. He was emotionless, blank. Like he was the most boring person in the world. Like having a Death Eater Father meant nothing to him, like it was an everyday thing. When realization hit her.

It was his everyday life, why would he act differently because of it?
God she was stupid.

Draco walked through the halls doing his morning rounds. No classes as it was Sunday, but luckily patrols weere always shorter on Sundays. Mainly because many of the prefects had Quidditch practice.

God how he missed that sport. But he hadn't the time anymore, which he solely regretted. But his father would never agree to let him put Quidditch before the Dark Lord.

Sighing as he came to the pitch, he missed it more that you could ever have imagined.
'I'll just have a midnight session tonight.' He thought.

He saw the RavenClaw team practicing, sighing he walked off.

He walked toward the Head Dorm, just in time to see Hermione Granger rush out, and then sprint off.

Walking up to the painting he whispered the password. Laughing silently, because he had never seen the Head Girl in such a state. That was in fact the first time he had seen her since that morning. He just figured that she was avoiding him, and she was doing a good job at it that's for sure.

Her hair that was nice and wavy that morning had frizzed a little from stress. Her cheeks were red from running around, and how fast she ran around, it seemed as if she was running from something. Or someone. Draco already knew that answer. It was blatantly obvious that she was running away from him, who was she fooling.

Hermione raced off, Harry, Ron and Ginny needed help on their Charms. And like always she was their first choice. And again like always she 'happily' agreed. She knew her friends where busy trying to figure out how to defeat the Dark Lord, but she always felt like their servant. As if they didn't need her until the last second. Realizing her thoughts were exactly what they needed.

Smiling she pulled up next to her friends.

"Hello everyone." She sighed. They waved at then began talking again. About who was better at Quidditch.

She glared at them until they payed attention. This was the routine, talk about Quidditch, glaring, one problem, and then talking again. Hermione was used to this cycle. But she hoped one day she wouldn't need to keep it at hand. Finally they finished their homework.

"Thanks Hermione!" Harry said.

"You're the best!" Ron shouted.

'If I'm the best why did you cheat on me?' She fumed. Then breathed, she was over it.

Hermione sprinted back to her room. Another student needed to be tutored, and she needed her tutoring books. Sprinting back she ran into someone.

"Oomph!" She groaned.

"Granger watch where your going." The voice said.

"God, Malfoy, didn't see you there." She stuttered.

"Obviously not." He extended his arm to help her up. She almost grabbed it when she realized what she was doing.

"No, your just going to push be back down." She replied, stumbling to get up.

"No Granger I just came to apol-" he was able to finish his sentence. Because Hermione granger had fainted.

"Crap." He whispered. He grabbed a hold of her and carried her bridal style to the Hospital Wing.

"Madame Pomphrey! Granger has fainted!" He shouted. The woman rushed over and grabbed her. And placed her on the bed. To check her.

"Stress induced, and she also is very dehydrated." She claimed.

"Okay."

"You would know a thing or two about stress induced things wouldn't you?" She asked. He nodded remembering how last year he had come for at least thirty calming draughts.

"Now can I ask why you didn't just levitate her?" She questioned a grin evident on her face. He reddened all he thought about was just getting her here.

"I- I dunno, I was-well it all happened so quick and-" He stuttered, and she chuckled signaling for him to stop.

"Now you'll have to stay with her, call me when she wakes up." Madame Pomphrey explained heading out of the room. Draco groaned.

'Great just great.' He thought sarcastically. He took a seat next to her. He didn't have anything better to do.

Hermione woke up, blinking a couple of times before she sat up.

"Where am I?" She groaned.

"Hospital Wing, you fainted due to not keeping hydrated, and stress. I brought you here, and had to stay the whole bloody time, against my will mind you." He replied.

"What why'd you have to stay?"

"Don't exactly know. Oh and known of your Gryffindor gal pals showed up."

"Who?"

Potter and Weasley."

"But they aren't- you know what, never mind." She replied. He just glared at her in response.

"Can you move or are we going to stay here all afternoon?" He asked.

"I can get up!" She exclaimed. Swinging her legs to the side of the bed before standing up.

They left the Hospital Wing. Malfoy completely forgetting to tell the old woman. But she didn't mind, not at all.

"I wonder why your idiotic friends never showed?" Draco questioned, pressing the matter.

"Their probably just busy, it's not like I was in grave danger or anything." She replied.

"How would they've know? They didn't even check."

"I don't know. They must have had a bloody good reason for not showing up. They wouldn't just not come." She replied, trying to assure herself.

"Or maybe their just using you. For answers, that's all you do for them right? Well besides bailing them out, with you Head Girl powers, but that's all that happens right?" He asked.

"Shut up!" She screeched. "You don't know anything, and you never will! You bloody git! What happens between me and my friends stays between me and my friends." She shouted. She turned to walk away. When Malfoy called her.

"Fine Granger, don't believe me. But don't come back crying to me when I'm right." He shouted back. It made her stop dead in her tracks. She turned around for a split second before running off.

"I won't." She replied.