Authors note:

Yay, yet another chapter is done!

honestly, I think yall should be expecting weekly updates cause wow, I really procrastinate way too much.

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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter if I did I would have made either Drarry or Dramione cannon, but that right belongs to J.K Rowling~sob~ so that will not be happening sorry folks.

I just have to mention that Draco has absolutely no idea what Pomfrey's name is so he'll be calling her Palmtree and other names similar to that, the reason for this being that I always have the feeling that Draco would be the kind of student to not bother with learning lesser teachers/faculty members names, I'm sorry if you don't like this but I just found it really funny and just couldn't resist.

Hermione found herself yet again running in the direction Malfoy was. Funny how she was running towards the one person she was aiming to avoid.

By the time she got there, Hermione was out of breath and completely second-guessing herself. Draco wouldn't want to see her! No way. Why was she even here? She had absolutely no reason to be that's for sure.

Hermione stood motionless in the entryway, "last chance to turn back and forget this ever happened." She murmured softly to herself, knowing that there was no bloody way she would ever back down.

Finally, after gathering all her Gryffindor courage, Hermione made her way in. She was still covered in the invisibility cloak, having decided to not alert the boy of her presence. After all, she was only going to check on him and make sure he was okay (not that she cared).

The infirmary was empty except for one bed, which was shielded by a curtain for privacy. Hermione slowed her pace and controlled her breathing, bracing herself for what she might see, would he out cold? Would he be awake and ready to fight? Or maybe just delirious on pain meds. Secretly, Hermione hoped for the latter.

Hermione slowly pushed back the curtain cautiously, not wanting to wake the sleeping Slytherin. Hermione gasped in relief when she saw that he was asleep.

She took a few steps in, heading over to the bedside table. When she got there, she stopped, once again taking in the sight of the sleeping Malfoy. Lying on top of the covers, he was shirtless, with white bandages wrapped around his midsection. She averted her eyes, feeling her face heat up, Merlin couldn't he just put on a shirt?

Hermione felt her gaze unwillingly drift to his left forearm where the dark mark should be, and saw that someone had wrapped a bandage over that too, it must have been Snape, as Harry had said he was the one to take him here. She mentally stored that information away in her: things that prove Snape is evil and a death eater list.

The faint light from the moon through the window glinted off Malfoy's hair, making his face all the more paler. There were dark circles under his eyes, and he was much too gaunt.

Hermione forced herself to look away once more.

She felt a pang of anger, didn't his friends notice he was suffering? Weren't housemates supposed to help each other? She pushed those thoughts away, no use worrying about what went on in Slytherin, it wasn't her business anyway.

Hermione knew that she had to leave, as she had been there much too long already. She quickly plopped Malfoys potions journal down on the bedside table, flinching at the small noise it made on contact. Hermione quickly turned and sped out of the curtained-off zone, rushing out of the infirmary. Not caring anymore if anyone was alerted of her presence.

Draco POV

Draco woke with a start but didn't dare move. Someone was coming, their shuffling footfalls loud against the hard stone floor. He could hear the faint rustling of cloth, his mind instantly went to Potter. But as he listened closer, he realized that the person was much too light on their feet to Potter.

That boy couldn't be stealthy if his life depended on it, it really was a miracle the Dark Lord hadn't killed him yet.

Draco heard the curtain being pulled back and tensed somewhat. He heard a small feminine gasp, it had to be Granger who else would be sneaking around the castle this late.

He heard her shuffle closer, no doubt examining him, he could practically feel her eyes roaming his body.

At first, he felt uncomfortable with how long she was standing there unmoving. But then he reminded himself of how attractive he was, of course, no girl could resist his charm, not even Granger.

Eventually, after what seemed like forever she moved once more, he heard something hit the table before the Griffendor seemed to almost race out. Just as she was opening the curtain, Draco peeled an eye open, sure enough, she was invisible.

Draco waited until her receding footsteps could no longer be heard before shooting upright in bed. He groaned at the pain of the movement, probably should have listened to that Medi witch Palmtree-or whatever her name was-when she had been explaining his condition.

Draco turned his attention to the nightstand, immediately noticing the new addition. His potions journal, the one he had been looking for. The one that had been missing for over a week. The one that Granger had stolen, that little brat.

He snatched it off the table cradling it in his arms, it had been a gift from his godfather Severus, he'd gotten it just before leaving for Hogwarts his first year. At first, Draco had been disappointed, because what kind of kid, (besides Hermione) wanted a Potions textbook as a gift?

But he had soon come to cherish the book, from the moment he'd started reading it he'd been sucked in. Even at such a young age, Draco had found Potions so fascinating, it was a stroke of pure genius that Snape had assumed such a thing. Draco had soon begun using the book as something of a diary. And had quickly started filling it with all kinds of notes on lessons and reminders and-.

That's when his eyes widened, bollocks what if Granger had seen what he'd written about her? No, he reassured himself, it wasn't possible, he had the charm on the book, there is no way she'd read it. Even if she had somehow managed to break the enchantment, hopefully, she hadn't read all of it. Maybe she hadn't come across what he'd written, after all, if she had, he definitely would have heard about it.

But what if she had found a way around the proximity charm? Hermione was definitely smart enough. What if the Gryffindor had someh-

"Mister Malfoy!" a scolding voice interrupted his thought process (which he was thankful for, cause it had been out of control) "what are you doing sitting up like that? You could possibly re-injure yourself-"

Draco quickly tuned the old medi witch out, as she was boring and he had much better things to do than listen to her jabber on about his injury. Instead, he chose to focus on the quidditch pitch, which he could see from where he was sitting. The Hufflepuff's were practicing, and he smirked when their seeker failed to dodge a bludger. Draco silently wished this annoying old lady would leave him alone, she kept shoving potions his way and demanding he drink them. Ugh and they all tasted so horrid, he had to get out of there.

Authors note:

Merlin, I love Draco, he's just so snarky lol, also he's a bad boy and who doesn't like that.

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