Chapter 1 : Falling
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Draco Malfoy was hurrying down the deserted hallway towards the Transfigurations classroom. His steps echoed through the hallway, thrown back at him from the stone walls around him.
He was running late, and since class had started about five minutes ago, no one else was to be seen in the hallway. If one of the other Slytherin boys hadn’t spilled half his cup of pumpkin juice down Draco’s pants, he wouldn’t have been late for this class.
He hated to be late.
He also knew it would probably result in a detention from McGonagall. He did not wish to spend his evenings cleaning old trophies in some distant room on the Hogwarts grounds.
He had better things to do with his time.
His steps were hurried as he walked the dusty old carpet, not looking at the portraits on the walls that he passed. He ignored the whispers from the paintings and concentrated on the thought of avenging the pumpkin juice incident. He turned a corner and walked a bit faster. He was about five meters from the staircase when he noticed the bundle lying at the bottom of it.
From a distance it had looked like a pile of clothes and fur, but getting closer, it seemed more and more like a human shape. He reached it, and was actually about to just step over it, when he heard a faint whimper from it. The handsome boy stopped just for a second and considered if he had the time to obey his curiosity and turn around to examine the bundle closer. With the idea that he was already late running through his mind, he slowly turned to look closer at the thing.
He walked in a narrow circle round it, looking down at the thing at his feet, his blond hair falling into his eyes. Impatiently he shook his head to remove the hair from his vision. The steel grey eyes focused on the thing. Examining it, he could make out an arm lying at an unpleasant angle from the body of a young girl.
The girl had large bushy brown hair that had spread out like a fan around her face. Her skirt was curled up and he could see her soft pink knickers at the end of her long slim legs. From under her hair he could see a little piece of a red and gold tie indicating that she was a Gryffindor.
He looked up the stairs towards the classroom in which he was supposed to be at the moment. Halfway up the stairs he could see the girl’s bag and books lying scattered all over, with black ink dripping down from a broken ink bottle, and papers lying messily around the leather bag in which they belonged.
He guessed she had fallen down the stairs.
Now she was unconscious and lay crumpled at the foot of the staircase leading to the third floor.
He looked at the silver watch on his wrist. He was supposed to be in class right now. And this was a Gryffindor.
He strongly disliked Gryffindors.
They had a tendency to always want to be heroes, even though they were not. They had a tendency to steal away the fame that rightly belonged to the Slytherin house.
He had almost decided to leave the Gryffindor girl and go to class when he saw a glint of red near her head. He squatted down.
Several drops of blood surrounded her head on the left side like ominous rubies. The girl had to be bleeding from her head. He looked around the hallway, but saw nothing but gargoyles and old portraits of departed witches and wizards. There was no one near the girl, which meant that there was no one around to help her.
No one but him.
He didn’t want to be bothered with a bleeding Gryffindor – he would probably be blamed for her injury if he turned up with her at the infirmary. But on the other hand, she was bleeding from her head. The injury had to be a bad one if she had fallen down and hit her head against the cold stone floor.
He heard another moan.
It annoyed him that he had to do this, as he was already very late for class, but he could not have her lying there without at least doing something.
There was a chance he might be kicked out of Hogwarts if he didn’t help this bleeding girl. And as the hallways were empty, no one would ever know what he had done.
No one would ever find out that he, Draco Malfoy, had indeed helped a Gryffindor.
With a deep sigh he sat down again and found his wand from the pocket in his pants.
“Mobilicorpus,” he muttered and watched the girl’s body levitate from the floor. Carefully he swung his wand and made the motionless body turn around.
The words escaped his mouth before he managed to stop them. The girl lying still in the air in front of him was indeed Hermione Granger.
The girl who was best friend with his arch enemy Harry Potter. The girl who always did better in tests than he did.
And now the girl who hung in midair in front of him with blood silently running down her temple.
Her brown eyes were closed and her face had an unhealthy shade of bluish white that seemed even more ominous than the blood surrounding her motionless body. She was still unconscious.
A small moan brought his attention to her rosy lips. Her breathing was heavy and uneven like she was in deep pain with every breath.
Somehow Draco felt the situation was completely absurd. He would probably have laughed his arse off if someone had suggested that he would be standing with a bleeding Hermione next to him with the full intention of getting her to the hospital wing – and without having inflicted the harm on her himself.
He looked at her face again, it still wasn’t moving, and her arm hung from her shoulder at an odd angle suggesting that it might have broken during her fall.
With another sigh he swung his wand again making the limp body float through the air in front of him – her face hadn’t gained any colour and was still white as marble. With a feeling of urgency he headed up the stairs towards the Infirmary.
He still could not believe he was doing this.
A/N: Thank you Quiddichref for beta-ing this.
This is my first story since The Proposal, but it's also a different story that takes place in Draco and Hermiones seventh year at Hogwarts as they have both returned to finish their education thus making it a bit AU.
Please note that I do not have the entire story written so I won't be able to post a new chapter every friday like I did with the Proposal, still I hope you'll like it and that you'll leave me a review with you feedback.