Twisted

Chapter 10

 I began to walk to my room when I heard a loud crash coming from Granger's dorm. I immediately ran in to see Granger pinned under a bookcase. She was completely unconscious and there were dried tears on her cheeks.

"Oh Granger, what did you do now?" I said kneeling down to look at her.

"Wingardium Leviosa," I said softly, lifting the bookcase. There were a couple of small gashes across her body, and she seemed to have hit her head. I gently scooped her up from the floor, and started to take her towards the informatory. After picking her up I noticed she must have been about to go to sleep as she was wearing a tank top and small shorts. I also realized that my hand was on her upper thigh, almost touching her bottom. I immediately moved it and walked into the hospital wing feeling slightly embarrassed.

After taking Granger to Madam Pomphrey I decided it best I left, it wouldn't be so great for my already tarnished reputation to be caught with her. After casting one last glance at Granger lying in the hospital bed I began to walk towards the exit. While looking at her I hadn't noticed someone else had entered the room.

"Malfoy! What in the devil's name are you doing here!" I looked over to see a livid ginger glaring at me.

"Well Weasley, Granger here got herself pinned under a bookshelf and because I am the only other person with access to our dorms I thought I might do her a solid and bring her here." I explained. A little annoyed that he had even confronted me.

"Why the hell are you here?" I asked him.

"Hermione is my girlfriend, of course I would come to visit her." Weasley said as if the question was absurd.

"I think you mean ex-girlfriend mate," I sneered at him.

"Well we've had a rough patch but we are still together." Weasel defended himself. I felt a rush of jealousy hit me. When did they even have time to get back together? Just this morning she was sulking because of their breakup and I felt it hard to believe Weasel could win her back so easily.

"That's not what she said," I muttered to myself.

"I'm sorry, did you say something?" Weasel asked, an innocent look on his pale freckled face.

"No dumbass, I was just leaving." I said thoroughly annoyed at Weasley and glaring at him. I turned towards the door and left, a bit confused at what I was feeling. Why did I care if Granger was back with Tweedledum? It's not like we are friends or anything. So why did it bother me so much? I pondered the thought.

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Draco's POV (last night after the party)

I lay restlessly in my bed. Ugh, I groaned as I looked at the clock. It was well past 3am and I still couldn't get the previous event out of my mind.

I began to recall the events in my head: 1, Hermione Granger had gotten drunk at my party. 2, Theodore Nott had almost raped Hermione before I punched him in the face. 3, I walked Hermione into her room where she had drunkenly made at pass at me, in which I almost excepted. 4, I didn't except because I had a sudden outburst of chivalry hit me and didn't want to do something I shouldn't by sleeping with Granger. Boy what a night.

After remembering that night for the millionth time, I was finally able to go to sleep.

Sorry for the short chapter, I didn't really know what to write for this one!