Hermione's POV
It was the first day of classes. I practically jumped out of bed, I was so excited. I pulled on my new robes and made sure all my books were in order, then ran out the portrait, almost knocking over Malfoy in the process. I had half expected him to throw a curse my way, but he just stood there surprised, so I kept going.
After breakfast, me and my friends met down in the dungeons for Potions, our first class of the day. I wasn't exactly exited, potions was never my favorite, but as long as I was with my friends, it would be fun. I took a seat with Ginny, and Ron and Harry were next to us. As per usual, we had potions with the Slytherins, which was always 'exciting' you could say. I looked around. I saw Parkinson sitting by a girl who I knew as Daphne, and Blaise Zabini was beside Malfoy.
Slughorn cleared his throat at the front of the class, and we were silent. "Welcome back, everyone!" He exclaimed, cheerfully, "I trust you all have your books, so I'll ask you to turn to page 167 in them."
I did what he asked immediately, and found that we would be brewing a truth potion; Veritaserum to be exact. I had heard of this potion before. Extremely powerful, but difficult to brew. "Working with the person sitting next to you," he began, and I smiled at Ginny, and her at me, "You will brew this potion, working all of today and tomorrow until it is finished."
I was reading the instructions intently when Ginny elbowed me again. "He's watching you again, Mione," she whispered.
"Good for him," I said, monotone, not looking up from the book.
Ginny laughed. "You really have no interest, do you?"
I smiled at her briefly and looked over to the other side of the room. He was looking at me. What kind of game was he playing? I shook my head, frowning, and returned to the book. These instructions were very difficult, not to mention the ingredients rare. I didn't have any of these. But as if reading my mind, Slughorn announced, "All the ingredients you will need are in the cupboard on that side of the room," he pointed.
"I'll get them," I told Ginny.
She was good at potions, but this was such an advanced type I wanted to make sure all of the ingredients were perfect, and that we got the best ones.
Malfoy must have thought the same thing, because we both rose from our seats and went to the cupboard at the same time. We were both rushing so much, I almost ran into him. "Whoops, sorry," I said quickly, glancing at him briefly before grabbing the ingredients I needed.
He said nothing again, and began looking through the shelves himself for what he needed. Once I had everything, I went back and joined Ginny at our table. "Let's do this," I said.
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Draco's POV
I think I'm slowly going insane. I barely got any sleep last night, and I woke up this morning and was startled by the fact that the first thing i though of was Granger, and whether she was up yet. I left my room in my pajama's and, seeing as I had plenty of time before breakfast had started, was about to take a seat on the coach before Granger ran into me, already dressed and ready.
Needless to say, I was speechless, especially because she seemed almost afraid since she had almost run me over. But I stayed silent, and she left through the portrait hole. I stood there, still staring at where she wad been standing. Where was she going in such a hurry? I found myself thinking. Why do you care? Well, it's a legitimate question. Not really. And stop having a conversation with yourself, at least pretend like you're not crazy.
As usual, I met with Blaise and Pansy for breakfast, and tried my best not to stare at Granger at her table. Why I even had to try, I don't know. I don't even like that... Mudblood. I sighed, and looked up at Blaise, and then back at the Gryffindor table. He met my gaze, and raised an eyebrow. I shook my head. This was too much.
Luckily, I had potions with Blaise and Pansy, so I had someone to walk down to the dungeon's with. I took my seat next to Blaise and found myself staring at her. Again. Slughorn said something about turning to a page in our books. I saw Blaise do it, so I didn't bother. I was almost lost in thought again when Granger turned her head slightly and looked into my eyes. She then frowned and looked away. Oh geez, I thought, looks like nothing's changed.
Just then she got up to head to the potions cabinet. I did the same, and we almost ran into each other. She mumbled an apologie, and then went to grab what she needed. I didn't want to look like an idiot, so I started grabbing randoms things until Blaise joined me. Obviously knowing what I was doing, he laughed. I felt my face tint pink, and I glared at him, but he just kept laughing. I smiled to myself. It was sort of amusing. I hadn't been thinking. What are you doing, Draco, I thought to myself. Thankfully, Blaise knew what we had to get, so I helped him carry it and was able to leave with my ego unscathed.
Hermione's POV
It seemed as though we were farther than any other other groups with our potion. The liquid in our potion was colorless, as it should be at this stage of brewing. There was nothing else we could do today, we had to wait till tomorrow while it sat. "That should do it," Ginny said, sprinkling in the last bit of pure rock salt into the cauldron.
I smiled at her, and turned to Ron and Harry, who were, needless to say, having a bit more trouble with the complicated brewing process. Their potion was a translucent sky blue, and Harry was desperately trying to fix it before class ended while Ron's expression looked hopeless.
"You added the unicorn hair before the dragon scales, didn't you," I said simply and in a monotone.
Ron looked at Harry, and Harry hesistantly nodded me. I sighed, but then laughed. "You boys!" I joked, and joined them at their table to help.
Once I had shown them what their simple mistake had been, I approached Slughorn at his desk. "Sir," I began, and he looked up at me with a smile.
"Ah, Miss Granger, how may I help you?"
"Well, me and Ginny have finished our potion for today. Now it just needs to boil for a day, and I was wondering..."
"Oh of course," he said, "You and Miss Weasley can go now."
I thanked him and joined Ginny at our station, and told her we could leave early. We told the boys we were leaving, and we grabbed our book bags and headed out the classroom door.
What do you wanna do?" I asked Ginny, as we walked down the corridor, "I have a free period next, do you wanna go for a walk around the grounds?"
She nodded. "Yeah that sounds good."
It was a beautiful fall day outside. There were only a few clouds in the sky as me and Ginny walked along a creek near the Forbidden Forest. "So," she asked me, "How have things been so far in your new dorm?"
I smiled. "I have a very big room, and a very big bed, and a big wardrobe for clothes," I told her, "Oh! And I have a huge bathroom, all to myself!"
She giggled at my excitement. "What about Malfoy?" She asked me.
I rolled me eyes, but then, as if at the mention of his name, I got a terrible pain in the back of my head. "Agh!" I exclaimed, and fell to my knees.
"Hermione!" Ginny screamed, and fell to the ground with me, "Are you alright?"
I tried to nod, but felt like I couldn't speak. The pain was worsening with every passing second. My vision was going blurry, I could barely see Ginny in front me me. "My... head..." I breathed. I was groaning loudly and laying on the ground for a few seconds, Ginny shaking me, until I blacked out.
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Ginny's POV (Ooh, Rare)
"Hermione!" I exclaimed. Just like that, Mione fell to the ground, and was writhing in pain, holding her head.
"Hermione! Hermione!" I kept yelling her name but there was no response.
I didn't even know if she could hear me. She was holding her head, eyes shut tight, exhaling and inhaling sharply. I had her shoulder, and was frantically shaking her, trying to get her out of it. She whispered something that I couldn't hear, and then stopped. She just laid there. I shook her even harder. I touched her neck firmly. Oh, thank Godric she isn't dead, I thought, feeling the relief of her heartbeat against the tip of my finger. I needed to get her to the infirmary! "Wingardian Leviosa!" I exclaimed, and I lifted her body into the air.
I had to find Ron and Harry. But first, we needed Madam Pomfrey. I practically ran through the grass until I came upon the castle entrance. I knew my way through the castle well, and made it the infirmary in minutes.
"Madam Pomfrey!" I exclaimed, bursting through the door, Hermione's limp body following closely behind.
Luckily she was tending to a few injuries from quidditch tryouts, and was near the hospital beds. She gasped when she saw me with Hermione. "What happened?" She asked.
"I don't know!" I exclaimed, "We were walking, and she just... I don't know... fell to the ground in pain! In her head!"
Pomfrey motioned for me to set Mione on one of the beds, which I did. "Go get Potter and Weasley, please," she said.
That was already the plan.
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Draco's POV
After Granger left potions early, I hadn't seen her for the rest of the day. I saw Potter and both Weasley siblings at lunch, but then at dinner, even they seemed to be absent. I turned to Blaise. "Have you seen Granger at all today?" I asked him.
He shook his head. "Why would you ask about that Mudblood?" Pansy interjected.
Usually I would've called her that myself, but now it made me; uncomfortable, and I wasn't sure what to say.
"Draco and her," Blaise interjected, "Have a project to work on for... Transfig!"
Pansy huffed and returned to her meal, satisfied with that answer. I looked up at Blaise, and smiled weakly. He returned it.
After dinner, I said goodbye to Blaise and Pansy and we parted ways; them to the dungeons, and I to our common room. I recited the password and entered, expecting Granger to be sitting at the couch again, working on homework. "Hermione?" I called out, mentally kicking myself for using her first name, but there was no response.
I called her again, and checked her room, but she was nowhere to be found. Ok, now I was worried! Hey, maybe I can like... sense her. That's still a thing, right?
Oh, who was I kidding, that wasn't gonna work. We hadn't kissed yet, right? Just then, there was a knock at the portrait hole. "Hello?" A voice called.
I pushed open the portrait door to reveal a kid I'd never met before, but he was a Gryffindor in my year. I think he used to date Weaslette. "Oh, hey Malfoy."
I didn't greet him back. "Yes?" I asked, narrowing my eyes.
"U-um," he stuttered, and held out some papers for me, and I snatched them from him.
"What is this?" I asked sternly.
"It's Hermione's homework!" He said, gaining a bit of confidence, "I took it to her, but she said to leave it back at her common room so-"
"Wait!" I cut him off, "Where's Granger?"
"The infirmary," he said, obviously surprised that I cared.
"Leave the homework on the table," I instructed, "And close the portrait tight!"
I jumped out of the portrait hole. Where are you going? I asked myself. I had to get to the infirmary. Why? I really wasn't sure. I had to make sure Granger was OK. I just hoped no one would be there when I got there, cause I really wouldn't be able to explain that.
When I arrived, I pushed the door open slowly. Than goodness, it was empty and quiet. I saw Granger laying on one of the hospital beds. What now? You're here, she's fine, great. I felt kind of stupid. I sighed loudly, and was about to leave when I was stopped by Potty and Weaslette.
"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" Harry spat.
Not sure what to tell them, I stuttered out, "I have a... um....a transfig project... with her," I said, 'I came here to see what happened."
Potter was obviously surprised that I cared (second person today), but as the pair passed me, the Weasley girl winked at me. What does that mean? I turned and watched them approach her, and they sat on either side of her. "Guys," I said, almost surprised that I actually said something, "Do you know what happened?"
Potter looked at Weasley, she must have been there when it happened. "She had a terrible headache, and just... collapsed," she said, obviously thinking back to the memory.
I almost felt a scowl come across my face. Get it together, I told myself. She must be having the same headaches as I was. I felt guilty, like this was my fault, I guess. I walked back to the common room in silence. It shouldn't take very long for her to wake up, considering I woke up easily from my black out when she had found me.
Coming back into the common room, I couldn't help but feel how empty the room seemed. I wish I knew how she was feeling right now, I thought. Maybe I should have stayed with her. If I would have just kissed her already, I would have felt when she was in pain and I could have came to her sooner.
I really am going crazy.