The Hoax (Dramione Story)

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“That’s absolutely preposterous and—and what an obnoxious prick . . .” Hermione said angrily and bit her tongue for saying it out loud. “I mean, Malfoy is horrible but he doesn’t even deserve to be in that much pain. Did you see his body? He looked . . .” She shook her head, loss at words.

“Dislocated . . .” Harry finished for his friend and sighed. “I don’t feel too happy about winning. Not after what happened to him, even if it was Draco Malfoy.” He said with a sigh.

“Yeah . . .” Hermione said with a sigh. “Congratulations, again, though. It was a good game. I’m glad you guys are all okay.” She said and slightly cracked a grin, trying to conceal her disappointment in Malfoy’s injury.

“Well, we’re going to go take a shower and we’ll meet you later at the after party?” Harry asked as he took the hint that Hermione was worried and not in the mood to talk to them.

“Sure.” Hermione said and walked off as her friends walked off the other way to the lockers rooms.

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Hermione checked her watch and sighed. She couldn’t let the Slytherins catch her waiting to go into the infirmary to check up on Draco Malfoy. She hid behind a column as she watched the other professors walk out of the hospital wing. She quietly slid over to the door and rapidly walked in. She let her eyes roam around the place until she spotted a striking platinum blonde haired boy on one of the hospital beds.

She walked over and slightly opened the curtain. She slightly gasped at what she saw. She saw bandages all around his stomach and it seemed like he had broken a few bones here and there. She got startled once she saw Draco Malfoy suddenly groan as he started to move.

Draco’s movements soon died down and finally came to a stop. “Hmm . . .” He groaned as he slightly opened his eyes.

Hermione gasped quietly as her eyes grew wide. She couldn’t be seen here? She hated him, right? What was she thinking, risking her life to be here with an enemy instead of celebrating for her house’s victory? She quickly turned around as she tried to go when she suddenly felt someone tug on her arm, stopping her. She froze and slowly turned around as she saw Draco looking at her. “How are you feeling?” Hermione asked as she raised an eyebrow. She cringed as she thought about how he had bones popping out where they shouldn’t have a few minutes ago. She felt sick to the stomach and frowned. “This is why I don’t like Quidditch. It’s way too violent.” She commented under her breath.

Draco slightly laughed but immediately regretted it as he felt a sharp pain in his stomach. “Ow.” He coughed and stared at Hermione. “I . . . feel like shit. I lost the game and my broomstick.” He said in a hoarse voice.

“You care about the game and your broomstick?  When you’re in a state like this?” Hermione asked with wide eyes as she shook her head. “Guys are just so damn prideful.” She said with disbelief. “Draco, you could’ve died. You should feel great right now.” She said, still worried. “You can replace a broomstick and make a comeback and win another Quidditch game. You don’t have a second chance at another life, though.” She ranted on.

“Did you just call me by my first name?” Draco asked with a smirk as he raised an eyebrow at her.