Chapter 3 : Waking Up
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Draco crouched down in front of the small girl’s face and softly called to her, “Hermione, Hermione are you alright? Can you hear me?” When she didn’t respond, he began to get frantic. Momentarily forgetting that he was a wizard, he scooped her up in his arms. He quickly debated where he should take her. Should he take her to see Madam Pomfrey or just take her to lie down somewhere? He figured he’d take her to his room until she awoke, then ask her what was going on. He decided if she didn’t wake up for a half hour, he’d take her in to the hospital ward.
He walked as fast as he could towards the dungeons where the Slytherin common room was situated. Grateful everyone was in class, they made it without being seen. As he whispered the password, he glanced down at Hermione, still in his arms and wondered why he was doing this. She looked beautiful, her head against his chest, eyelids shut softly. He quickly snapped out of his thoughts and pulled himself together, walking through the common room towards his own dorm room.
Lying her down gently on his green and silver bed, he went off to the bathroom to get a warm washcloth for her forehead, again wondering why he was being so kind. He used to hate her, he still should. But so many things had changed during the war and he wasn’t sure how he felt now. He acted the same as he always had but deep down, something had changed.
Sighing, he sat on the edge of the bed and placed the washcloth over her forehead. He checked what time it was and waited for her to wake up. He walked over to Blaise’s bed and sat on it, drifting away with his thoughts. He hadn’t seen Hermione so vulnerable before. Well except for one night… He should his head quickly. No, he had decided that was a dream, it never happened.
He looked across at the curled up form as her eyelids began to flutter. Rushing over to his bed, he called her name again, softly. “Hermione, wake up. Are you alright?”
She painfully peeled her eyes open, confused at the blurry sights around her. Where was she? Then she heard a voice to her left. She knew that voice. Who was it? It wasn’t Ron, nor Harry. Wait- Draco? She furrowed her eyebrows and turned her head to the left, catching sight of the white haired boy. Was that relief she saw take over his face?
“Wha- what’s going on? Draco? Where am I?” she asked, her voice sounding scratchy. He reached up and pulled something off her head, a washcloth. He conjured up a glass of water and handed it to her, helping her sit up. She drank it gratefully before looking at him questioningly.
“You passed out Her- Granger,” he corrected. Why had he almost used her first name? What was wrong with him? “Remember? You ran into me in the corridor and before you could explain yourself, you were on the ground, unconscious!” He explained. She nodded, the memory flooding back to her.
“Thanks errr Draco. Now, uhm, could you tell me where I am? I don’t recognize this room…” she said, trying to piece together what had happened while she was unconscious. “We’re in my room, Granger. I wasn’t sure what to do with you so I took you here until you woke up.” She glared at him accusingly, sure that something was up for him to be acting so… kind. Draco Malfoy was acting kind?
He held his hands up in a surrendering pose. “Would you like to go see Madam Pomfrey or go back to class?” He asked, glancing at a clock. She followed his gaze and saw that Arithmancy would be over by now and her next class would have started.
“I’m not sure. I mean I feel a little funny but nothing major. I don’t want to bother Madam Pomfrey again if I don’t need to. I think I’ll be fine.” Hermione affirmed. Draco nodded his head and offered her hand to help her up. She grabbed it and stood, a bit wobbly.
“Whoa there, careful.” Draco said, concerned again. Hermione flashed him a quick smile and gathered up her books that Draco had somehow managed to carry along with Hermione. They headed down through the common room again and Draco paused once they made it back to the main floor, looking like he wanted to say something. Hermione spoke first, “errr… thanks Draco.” She said uncomfortably. He nodded and apparently decided against saying what he had planned to.
She wondered why he was acting so weird. Did he remember that night? Was that why he was acting so awkward now? No, she thought, I barely remember. He was way more drunk than I was. There’s no way he could remember.
He glanced up at her and opened his mouth to say something but just then she felt a nauseous flutter in her stomach again and she groaned in annoyance. She flew down the hallway as she heard students start to mill about outside the bathroom. Class must have gotten out. She emptied her stomach and as she was leaving the stall, Ginny walked in.
“Hermione, there you are! Why weren’t you in class? I didn’t have a partner!” She wondered aloud. “I passed out in the hallway, still not feeling well,” Hermione said, deciding to be honest with her red haired best friend. Ginny’s eyes visibly widened. “What? Are you alright now? Were you just throwing up again?” She questioned anxiously.
Hermione nodded, embarrassed. “Uhm, Dra- Malfoy found me. He took care of me. Look, let’s just go to lunch, yeah? I could definitely eat something after just losing all of my food to the loo.” She stated, not wanting to hear it from Ginny. Ginny raised an eyebrow at the news about Draco but decided to ask about it later.
The two girls made their way out before they heard Harry call out from behind them. Ginny turned with a huge smile on her face as Harry greeted them, “Hey beautiful”, he said giving Ginny a peck on the lips. He smiled and said hello to Hermione and they made their way down to the great hall together.
Ron, Seamus, Neville, Luna, Parvarti, Patil, and several others soon joined them at the long table they always sat at. Hermione glanced towards the table she knew Draco sat at. He was awkwardly by himself, glancing around the room. He didn’t have many friends left after the war. All the other Slytherin kids had felt betrayed and cut off ties with him. She felt a pang of guilt and decided she’d talk to Luna, always one to include people, and invite him to sit with them tomorrow.
After they ate, Ginny and Hermione had a free period and decided to just go to their room and talk. Hermione held her stomach as it turned a few times. Ginny smiled knowingly, “I get nauseous during my period too, Hermione. At least it’s over this week, right?” Hermione froze. They always had their period at the same time. They had spent so much time around each other that their cycles had lined up.
Rounding on Ginny, she queried, “Uhm, Gin, do you mean you’re on yours now?” Ginny made a face and nodded in response. “Yeah and it’s been bloody dreadful. But you knew that, ‘Mione, we’re together, remember?” She added. Hermione felt herself grow cold and knew she’d gone pale as well. She counted back in her head. It had been about a month since that night. She should have started her period a little under a week ago, with Ginny. She told herself it was just stress that had made her late but even she couldn’t convince herself she wasn’t lying.
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