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Unknown's POV:

OI!

I had no idea that these stupid Life Classes would teach everybody how to find out if they were in danger or not, I had no idea that blasted plant would whip her head around, but it was getting annoying.

It seemed like the universe was trying to keep me away from my sweet Hermione, who was now a Malfoy (eugh, disgusting!), but I wouldn't let that happen.

The potions effects would start to show soon, and they would get stronger and stronger until it consumed her and changed her.

By god, I was going to get that girl, whether she knew it or not. (Don't worry...she would be very...very happy.)

"...who, and why." Potter continues. I sneer from my hiding spot. Took them long enough to figure out.

"She's been drugged and if it's still in effect it must be in her system," The female Weasley states, looking directly into Malfoy's eyes with her own, gorgeous blue ones.

She was also quite attractive, long red hair, petite waist, and a large chest. I would go for her too, but stupid, 'hero' Potter had go and get her impregnated before I even had a chance with her!

Rude, who? Rude Potter! Rude Malfoy!

"We'll bring her to Madam Pomfrey...." Malfoy trails off, looking over at Potter and Ginny who nod earnestly.

I growl under my breath, Not on my watch, Malfoy.
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Hermione's POV:

When Draco returns, he smiles happily at me and sits down. I giggle at his distressed face.

"Is Slytherin looking that bad?" I ask him.

His face flushes. "Not at all, babe, not at all."

I shrink back at the pet name, 'babe' no longer fills me with joy. Instead I feel disgusted, and I feel the urge to...retch?

I stop myself by making a face and pretending to sneeze.

Mal...Draco laughs at me. "You sneeze like a cat!" He laughs.

I growl at him, and continue to read through the book.

Drugged:-

Draco takes the book from my hands and holds it over his head. "Ah ah ah, give me attention first!"

I hiss at him, starting to become angry. "Just give it back!" I demand of him.

He just raises the book a little higher. "Give me a kiss?" He taps his right cheek, grinning over at me.

I smack him on the cheek instead, and he drops the book immediately. I gloat to myself as he rubs his cheek in pain, frowning.

"What was that for?" He gasps, looking from me to the book, then back to me, and back to the book.

"You didn't give me the book," I say in a 'duh' tone.

Draco pouts and turns around, placing one hand under his chin.

The light hit his face perfectly, showing off his high cheekbones and illuminating his perfect blond hair. He had no facial hair, and his skin was delicate and soft. His lips were light pink, and stretched into a thin and delicious looking line.

Yet, despite all that, he still somehow manages to look absolutely and terribly horrible. Like a baboon's backside but worse. Ten times worse, if not, possibly even one hundred times worse!

How is that even possible?

I sigh and try to continue where I had left off, but Madam Pince calls for us to return the books and head to lunch.

Reluctantly, I place the book back on the shelf, promising myself that I would read that last chapter.

As I go to step out the door, Draco rushes over to me. He loses balance and falls on top of me.

I scream in pain as we go tumbling down to the floor. He tries to roll over, but he instead sends us flying down the stairs. Halfway down, he gets up and brushes himself off, but I continue to fall.

Each stair promises a new wave of pain. I can feel the bruises forming as I was five stairs from the bottom.

I try to pull myself upwards, but I only bash my head harder.

Three stairs.

I stick my arms out and my fingers get bashed against the railing.

Thud.

I reach the bottom of the stairs and groan in pain. "Unnnghhhh," I groan, grasping my stomach.

I look up and see Draco whispering harshly with Ginny and Harry, rushing down the stairs towards me.

"Git!" I weakly snap at Malfoy-DRACO! His name is Draco, but I call him Malfoy. Because I hate him...right?

Draco rushes over and scoops me up in his arms, kissing the top of my head. "I'm so.....sorry.....wing.....soon....Hermione...."

I let my eyes flutter closed as he rushes me through the halls. I drift in and out of consciousness, only catching a few of his words.
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Draco's POV:

I tuck my arm under Hermione's unconscious body, holding her bridal style, with the guilt of what had happened eating through me. Even if it was the right thing to do, I felt terrible for knocking her down the stairs, especially because it had resulted in an injury for her.

"You did the right thing," The pregnant redhead to my left states, patting my shoulder softly. "It's for the best." She once again states, rubbing my shoulder and staring longingly at her unconcious best friend.

"Yeah, but she's going to hate me with all her mood swings," I grumble sadly. She shifts around in my arms a bit, and I turn her around so she can be more comfortable. Her hair hangs from her head, and rests over my arms for a bit before gently falling, gravity pulling it to the floor.

I take another step up the stone stairs, suddenly fearing what would happen if I were to drop her. Would she be okay? Would she be even more injured?

I look over to Harry Potter, the man whom I had befriended just this year because of a law, a marriage law. The law that brought me to Hermione, a woman like no other.

Hermione stirs a bit, and I bite the bottom of my lip, something that she had always done, the habit I had developed, simply from seeing her do it so much.

"We need to find an antidote if she actually has been drugged," Harry tells me, wrapping his arm around his pregnant wife's waist. Ginny smiles at him.

If only that were Hermione and I.

"We can only find an antidote if we test her, I know," I mumble.

"What about a bezoar?" Ginny asks, suddenly perking up at her idea.

Harry just shakes his head at her. "That's only if we give it to her immediately, this might have been in her system for a while."

Ginny frowns. "Oh...yeah...forgot about that. It's just the-"

"Baby brain," Harry, Ginny and I chorus. Despite the situation, we all laugh a bit, hoping that this small moment could lighten the mood for a while.

We walk the rest of the way to the hospital wing in silence after that. It was not awkward per se, it was more...just tense.

Please be okay, Hermione.
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Madam Pomfrey's POV:

I give my last patient a vial of Skele Gro and head back into my office.

It had been a long day with injury after injury because of some prank. Minerva, of course, asked what happened, but I never tell. It's their private matters, and besides, if they should feel the need to tell a professor, it should be on their own accord, not because I already told them and they have to fess up.

Just as I was about to close down for the night, three, well, four students burst through the doors.

Harry Potter stands there with his pregnant fiance, Ginny Weasley. Draco Malfoy stands to their left, holding an unconscious girl in his arms.

Miss Granger, I note to myself. Thought I suppose it's now...Mrs. Malfoy.

I motion over to an empty hospital bed, and they rush over. Draco carefully places his wife on the bed, making sure to adjust her limbs in what looks like a somewhat comfortable position.

I grab several vials of potions, just to heal the cuts and bruises that were forming all over her body.

"Now dears," I address Harry, Ginny and Draco as I pull the curtains around Hermione closed so nobody could see. "What happened?"

"Well," Draco whispers urgently. "She-"

"Ah, no need to whisper." I tut. "I'm getting old, and these curtains are charmed. Please do speak up, Mr. Malfoy."

Draco blushes a bit, but clears his throat to continue. "I believe she's been drugged."

I wipe some essence of Dittany over Hermione's face, arms and legs. I carefully lather it in, watching as her injuries fade away within a matter of seconds.

Oh, how I love magic!

"Doesn't explain these injuries, hm?" I mutter, tending to her head.

Ginny Weasley steps forward a bit, hand clasped with her fiances. "We had to push her down the stairs so she would be knocked out, or she never would have come here."

I gasp at the atrocities that had just come from such an innocent girl's mouth. "Well surely she-"

"Madam, if you don't mind," Harry interrupts. At once, I clamp my mouth shut, listening to what he was about to say. "She needs to be tested, and quickly."

I stop trying to fix her injuries and nod at him. "Of course, Mr. Potter, allow me to fetch a testing kit."

I rush back to my office and grab a small, blue, cardboard box from a shelf of testing kits. As I bustle back outside, I open it and take out the necessary items.

As I return, I notice Draco looking extremely distressed, and I smile softly to myself.

He loves that girl, even if he won't admit it.

I draw a bit of blood from her arm with a needle, and carefully place it into the charmed vials. The blood separates from a multicolored liquid, creating a clear boundary between the two.

"She, indeed, has been drugged. Very good work," I compliment the anxious trio. They just grimly smile, so I sigh and begin to separate the blood from the potions.

It takes about ten minutes before the results show, and I gasp at what I see, completely and utterly horrified.