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Draco’s POV::

 
My eyes opened slowly, getting accustomed to the bright light coming from the grand Hospital Wing windows. I stretched, my body aching less than I expected.

 
The liquid Madame Pomfrey gave me after bringing in Blaise before I fell asleep must have been charmed with a sleep aide. Or maybe it wasn’t even magic at all.

 
In the bed to my left was Blaise. I stood up, looking at my friend. His head rested against his pillow as he slept on his side. He was looking better already, the color returning to his face.
 

I turned to Hermione. Her cuts were just faint lines, faded. Her lips were parted slightly, he breathing a perfect pattern. I reached out for her cheek. My fingers brushed her features gently. 

 
Her brown eyes opened lazily, brightening when she recognized me. I back my hand away like I’d been burned. 

 
“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” I stammered. 

 
She shook her head wordlessly. She sat up, stretching slowly like a cat. “Good morning,” Hermione whispered with a smile. 


“Good morning. How you doing?” I asked, sitting back down in the chair.

 
“Better,” she replied confidently. “I feel so much healthier.”

 
I felt relieved. “Can you tell me what happened?”
 

She looked at me before glancing away quickly.

 
“One word, bloke,” Blaise’s baritone surprised the both of us, causing us to jump, and I ended up on Hermione’s bed.

 
“Catfight.” Blaise mumbled, his eyes still closed. “Did I surprise you two?”

 
Hermione and I exchanged looks. “Most definitely.” She said.

 
“I apologize.” His deep brown eyes opened, his mouth in a smirk. He sat up, glancing at Draco perched on Hermione’s bed.

 
“Am I interrupting something?”

 
“Not exactly,” I began, setting myself on her bed, her legs bending to give me more room. “I want to know what happened last night.” I looked at Hermione.
 

Her eyes left Blaise and reached mine, inhaling slowly. “After Transfiguration, Pansy and I were the only ones left in the room. She challenged me to a duel, over you, and I didn’t refuse.”
 

I let out a low whistle. She continued. 

 
“She cast Expelliarmus, and when I was retrieving my wand she cast Conjunctivitis but I dodged it. I fired back Locomotor Mortis so she couldn’t move. Pansy cast Avis, but I slowed the birds with Impedimenta. Then, with Stupefy, she ended it.”

 
Blaise was probably wearing the same expression as I -- of surprise and respect.

 
“That wench,” Blaise growled, shaking his head. “If she hadn’t knocked you out you could have finished her off fairly.”

 
Hermione smiled gratefully at him. “And then I ended up here.”

 
“That where I came in,” I said, adding my account. “I was running to the Wing for Blaise, but I past the classroom where you and Pansy were fighting. She’d knocked you out by then. I carried you out then, and brought you here before I went back for Blaise.”

 
Hermione smiled thankfully at me, and Blaise looked angry.

 
“Thank you, Draco. I honestly don’t know what would have happened if you hadn’t found me.” She spoke, her face softening. Blaise’s presence was the only inhibitor to me not kissing her.

 
“Thanks bloke, I see how it is, you get the girl before your best mate?” Blaise thundered, before I noticed the sparkle in his eyes.

 
“Aw Blaise, I'm sorry!” I played along with his mock anger as Hermione giggled at the two of us. He pretended to ignore me.

 
Our shenanigans were met with Madame Pomfrey’s warning whisper. She held a finger to her lips as she pointed to another sleeping body in the bed furthest away, on the other side of the room.


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Hermione’s POV::

 
We all looked over to the other patient. She wasn’t facing us, but her dark hair and frame gave away her identity.

 
“Pansy.” I breathed. The boys looked back at me. 
 

“I’ll have to separate the lot of ya’ if you get in a fight,” Blaise warned. 

 
“As long as she doesn’t wake up we have nothing really to worry about,” Draco’s optimistic words spoke back.

 
“What is today? Does anyone know?” Blaise asked, first looking at us. We both shrugged and we looked at Madame Pomfrey.

 
“Friday, May Twenty-fifth.” She called back, her voice a strong whisper.

 
“My birthday is tomorrow.” My mouth formed a smile. 
 

“Hmm, what will I get Ms. Granger for her birthday?” Blaise pondered thoughtfully.

 
“I can’t wait to see the look on your face when you see your gift,” Draco said, unable to contain his excitement. “You are going to love it so much.”
 

“Do you know what Draco is going to give me, Blaise?” I turned to my new friend, my eyes sparkling with curiosity. 

 
“Yea, I know. And I'm not going to tell you,” He teased. 

 
I saw Draco raise an eyebrow at him, a smirk on his face.

 
“Alright, so I don’t know. I would have told you if I knew.” Blaise shrugged as I laughed.
 
Madame Pomfrey had made her way over to our beds, and suddenly the three of us were afraid she’d scold us like a librarian reprimanding three noisy students. Instead, she came over to my bed, a hand on my forehead.

 
“Ms. Granger, I’d say you are right ready to leave, you have healed quite nicely.” She turned to Blaise, doing the same. “Same to you, Mr. Zabini, you have recovered quite well.”

 
Madame gave us each one last look, her eyes revealing that she’d miss our company, to be left all alone in a quiet room of one sleeping student.

 
“Thank you, Madame Pomfrey.” I thanked her, pulling off the comforter to swing my legs out of the bed. Draco stood up from his position on my bed, and Blaise sat up, dangling his legs off the bed. 

 
We both rose to our feet, just a tad unstable. It was the first time I was so close to Blaise, realizing just how tall he was.

 
“You’re a little short, eh Hermione?” He patted my head mockingly.

 
“’Ay bloke, no poking fun at my girlfriend.” Draco slung a protective arm around me as I smiled up at the two boys.
 

Blaise put up a hand defensively. “Just speaking my mind,” he replied with a smirk. 

 
The three of us left the Wing, departing at a corridor’s crossing. Blaise stood at a relatively awkward distance away from Draco and me as we faced each other before separating to return to our respective common rooms.

 
“I'm glad you're better,” Draco assured me, tracing my jaw with his thumb.

 
“Me too. Listen, Draco, I really don’t know how to repay you for saving me.” I set my eyes on his. 

 
He replied with a modest smile. “No problem. I’d do it again anytime, from anyone.” With that he leaned in. Expecting a kiss, I closed my eyes. His lips pressed against my cheek gently.

 
“We’re dating now,” he pulled away only slightly, only inches from my face. “I like to take it slow," His eyes were smiling.

 
I blushed and gave him a smirk back. “Deal, Draco.”

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