Draco had decided not to go to quidditch practice after potions class had bored him to death; instead he went back to the owlery for reasons unbeknownst to himself. He sat next to the open window watching the quidditch practice that he was missing, he watched as Crabbe tried and failed to avoid a fast approaching Bludger, Draco chucked as he watch Crabbe fall off his broom; as he scanned the field he notice Granger sitting up against a tree, after watching her for a brief moment he decided to go and torment the goody two shoes for ditching class, after all, it was better than watching Crabbe get repeatedly knocked off him broom.
As he approached her he noticed that her eyes were shut and that her breathing was slow but steady. He watched as her chest rose and fell, he couldn't help but think how peaceful and innocent she looked while she slept.
Draco shook his head. This is Granger. He thought to himself a no good filthy... His thoughts drifted away as he noticed her shiver. It was 23'c and she's shivering.
"Wake up Granger" he said when he finally reached her. He got no response. He knelt down and gently shook her, "Granger" he muttered once more, still she didn't respond. Deep down he started to worry, but why should he care? She wouldn't help herself or listen to anyone when they told her to see Madame pompfrey.
He leaned in closer and saw small beads of sweat beginning to form on her forehead; he ever so gently placed his hand on her flushed cheeks before doing the same to her forehead. She was warm but yet the manner in which she slept said the complete opposite. Her sweat was cold and she had her robes wrapped around her; Draco reached around her trying to loosen her robes, in hopes that it would cool her down. When doing this Hermione stirred and her brown eyes stared straight into Malfoy's "W-what are you doing?" Hermione croaked with a panicked expression on her face.
"I'm trying to help" Malfoy declared, however Hermione fought him at his every effort "I'm fine" Hermione stated. Draco sniggered "Oh? You're fine are you Granger?" Draco asked curious to her answer.
"Yes. Perfectly." Hermione mumbled still fighting him while he tried to loosen her robes "Really?" Draco questioned sarcastically "Then what is your excuse for missing potions class eh?" He questioned.
Hermione stopped fighting him. Had she really missed a class? She really didn't feel well she thought to herself
Draco looked up at her once he had finally managed to loosen her robes, her eyes were heavy and her face was even more flushed than before. Despite opening her robes Hermione's temperature still rose. Draco couldn't leave her out here no matter how much he wanted to. He scooped her up in his arms; at first Hermione resisted but she quickly gave up, too tired to fight him. On the way to the hospital wing Hermione had fallen asleep against his chest, he peered down at her taking in her appearance, and he knew it was wrong of him to think of Granger this way but he couldn't help it when she was lying defenceless in his arms.
Draco dropped Hermione off at the hospital wing informing Madame Pompfrey of her symptoms and where he found her; before he left he took one last glance at her before disappearing into the halls. He knew she was safe and would be looked after; he also knew that she would probably forget or dismiss the thought that it was he who had found her and helped her, but he was ok with that.