Don't Fall to the Enemy

Don't Fall to the Enemy

Part One

Fall back take a look @ me and you'll see

Hermione picked at her food, not wanting to eat it. She wasn't the least bit hungry. Yes, it was true she had just recovered from a bad cold. But that wasn't the reason. She could believe what she was feeling. Especially for him.

"Hermione, what's wrong? How come you're not eating?" Ron asked. "Do you still feel sick? Do you need to go back to the Hospital Wing?"

"No," she snapped. "Sorry. I'm just not hungry." She glanced up for the first time all dinner. He wasn't even talking to Crabbe and Goyle. He just smirked and went back to his food. Why? Why him?, she thought bitterly to herself. God, if Harry and Ron knew! But, what if it was a Ravenclaw? Or a Hufflepuff? No, they wouldn't want me to be dating a Hufflepuff, since the only one of them I fancy is Cedric. Ron despises him.

"Hermione, you've GOT to eat!" Harry tried to shove something in her mouth.

"Harry, no! I'm not hungry!" She got up from the table and slammed out of the hall. She'd never done that before. Except with that library frenzy when she started S.P.E.W.

Part Two

I'm for real I'll feel what only I can feel

Well, I can't catch her now, unless... Malfoy stood up slowly and jogged at a medium pace, as he didn't want her to notice what he was doing. Hermione turned and he saw her face. It was tear streaked and her eyes bloodshot. What's wrong? Why is she crying? She whimpered and tears started to stream from her eyes.

"No! This can't be happening!" She ran into the bathroom. He went up near the door, and heard crying, crying beyond reason. Then he realized there was someone else in the bathroom.

"Hermione, what's wrong? Hermione? Hermione!" He heard slapping noise and the sound of running water. The crying had stopped. And he was sure that if she was still conscious, there would probably be screaming from the bathroom. Then some one did scream. A blood piercing, tear filled scream.

"HERMIONE!"

Part Three

Ginny slapped Hermione's face and screamed. She lay her head on the floor and rushed to the door for help. Malfoy was still standing there.

"Help me, please help! Hermione fainted and, and I need help to get her to the hospital wing!" Ginny dragged a reluctant Malfoy into the bathroom, and they together took her to the infirmary.

"Madam Pomfrey!" Ginny said as they carried Hermione into the wing.

"I knew I shouldn't have let her out. She was too weak. That was one bad cold." She helped them put her on a bed and went over to a bowl of water.

"What is that?" asked Malfoy. He pointed to the glass and started to take a step back.

"It's just water, Malfoy. Don't worry." She splashed it on Hermione's face. Her eyes snapped open.

"Why, why am I back in the hospital wing?" She rubbed her eyes.

"You fainted dear. Take this." Madam Pomfrey handed her a goblet of something that looked foul and she drank it reluctantly. "I'll be giving you more of that in the morning mind you. You can go back to your lessons tomorrow if I think you look well enough." Malfoy stared. Hermione stared back trying not to show how she felt.

"Why are you here? To tell me you wish I had died?"

"No. Ginny asked me to help." He tried to sit on her bed.

"Please, sit in a chair. That makes me uncomfortable." She turned to Ginny and hissed in her ear, "Ginny, why him? Why?"

"He was standing right outside the door!" she whispered back. "I haven't the slightest idea why."

"Why were you outside the girls' bathroom, Malfoy?" Hermione asked curiously, with a tint of annoyance in her voice.

"Well, I was going to bed early. I was tired."

"Ooohhh. I thought your dorm was in the dungeons."

"I was, well, it's none of your business!" He turned away. Good thing I didn't let it slip!, thought Malfoy. She started to feel drowsy and lay back down on her pillow.

Part Four

Hermione woke up to the hospital wing flooding with the early November sunlight. Today was the Quidditch match Hufflepuff vs. Gryfinndor.

"Madam Pomfrey!" she called, not bothering to be quiet as everyone else was awake.

"Yes, what do you need? My, my, you look much better."

"Yes. I feel better. And since I am, I was wondering if you would allow me to go to the Quidditch match?" Hermione looked up at her hopefully.

"I never knew you were that interested in Quidditch. I certainly wasn't at the age. Yes, you may, but first you need to eat something."

"I missed breakfast, I'm guessing?"

"Yes, but I send for a good, large breakfast." Her stomach rumbled at the thought. After she finished her breakfast, (one of the biggest she'd ever eaten) Madam Pomfrey handed her a pair of clean clothes and she went into the bathroom to change. While she was in there she decided, just for a change, she was going to put her hair up. When she finished, she took her wand and curled the tips, then conjured a pair of hair chopsticks and slipped them smoothly into her hair. Then she took out the lip-gloss Annie had given her for her birthday, (Sassy Strawberry) and gave her lips the perfect shine. Even though Annie was only fourteen, she was an expert about beauty. She had shone Hermione the trick for putting not too much, but just enough lip-gloss on. She had done it exactly right. She took her cloak, slipped it over her shoulders and walked out. She hadn't put her shoes on yet. The other cold patients stared.

"What are you looking at? Can't a girl put her hair up now and then?" Then a first year leaned over his bed to a girl who looked so healthy that Hermione would have looked almost dying next to her, even with the hair, and whispered, "Look at her hair! It's so shiny!" Hermione quickly walked to the bathroom. She hadn't remembered to put her special hair gel on. Oh, well. Harry and Ron won't notice will they?

"Madam Pomfrey, can I go down to the Quidditch field?"

"Yes, go on."

"Thank you!" Hermione bolted for the door and slid on her socks. She slipped into her clogs and ran, ran like the wind till she got to the Entrance Hall. She opened the door and headed straight for the Quidditch stadium, along with a few other lingering students.

Part Five

Ron sat tapping his foot, waiting for Hermione. What was taking her so long?

Hermione rushed up the stairs. She stopped to catch her breath and walked into the stands. She sat down next to Ron.

"That's seat's saved." He looked at her menacingly. Then the look softened a bit. Into a dreamy stare.

"Ron, stop. It's me." She took out mini travel mirror, (another gift from Annie) and rearranged her chopsticks.

"Wow, Hermione. You look, well, really different." He slipped Flying with the Cannons in 2003 back into his bag. He was so preoccupied with her new look that he didn't notice who sidled quietly into the area they were sitting in. "Don't tell him I'm here!" Malfoy mouthed, pointing to Ron.

"He's going to notice, anyway." Hermione mouthed back.

"Hermione, who are you talking to?" asked Ron. He had noticed her mouthing to Malfoy.

"Oh. That. I was, uhh, well-" He turned around.

"MALFOY! What are you doing here?"

"It doesn't matter where I stand during a Quidditch match, Weasly. Besides, what does it mean to you?" Malfoy stood back, despite his tone.

"Get. Out." said Ron through gritted teeth.

"I don't have to listen to you Weasly. If it was my decision, I wouldn't be standing here."

"Then why are you?"

"Well, I don't think you noticed. There's now where else to sit, genius!"

"Don't you dare!"

"Ron, stop. Sit down." Hermione pulled at his robes.

"Hermione, no! You sit down!" Ron yelled at her.

"Excuse me?! I never knew you were my father, Weasly!" Hermione yelled back.

"I don't want you to get involved, Hermione!"

"You're not my keeper, Weasly! I think I can decide these things for myself!" Ron grabbed Hermione's wrist.

"Hermione, you know that I get blamed for everything that happens! Whether it's from Harry or McGonagall!"

"Ow!" Hermione pulled back her wrist and backed away.

"Now stay there, Hermione!"

"Don't think I backing down, Weasly!" Ron ignored her. Everyone in their area of the stands hadn't noticed the game since the sprawl had started. That meant no one knew that Harry had caught the snitch. The Gryfinndor Quidditch team was performing a lap of honor, while though it was all Gryfinndors except Malfoy, the people in their area hadn't noticed the game at all. All three were scratched and hurt in some place or another and Ron was desperate to kick both of the others.

"Ron, what are you doing?!" Harry sped over on his broom. Ron was barley hurt at all. Hermione had a black eye moving at a remarkable rate around her left eye. Malfoy was sprawled on the ground, pulling at the front of the stands in an effort to get up. Suddenly, out of the blue, Ron leaped on Hermione and Malfoy, who had just recently stood himself up.

"Ahhhh!" the two yelled together. They both felt excruciating pain in the stomach and back. Hermione's head fell onto her now empty seat, and Malfoy keeled over trying to stand up and walk away.

"MR. WEASLY!" yelled Professor McGonagall. Ron turned around slowly, hunched over.

"It's not my fault?" he offered. McGonagall didn't buy it. He thought she would grab him by the ear, but she just grabbed his sleeve and pulled him back.

"Potter, Wood, give me your brooms and take these two to the hospital wing." They both gave her scared looks and she said, "Don't worry, you'll get your broomsticks back." They flew in, hand her their brooms and took Hermione and Malfoy by the shoulders, heading for the hospital wing with grunts of pain as they went.

Part Six

"But Professor, I didn't start the fight! He was standing where he shouldn't have been!" I was standing where I shouldn't have been? Does he really think she'll buy that?, thought Malfoy happily as he overheard Ron and McGonagall's conversation.

"It didn't matter where he was standing, Weasly. And witnesses tell me you threatened him with no reason and you also fought him and Miss Granger. I am surprised at you Weasly. I thought you were friends with Miss Granger. You don't need to be like this to him, just because he's a Slytherien, Weasly."

"But-"

"No buts. Detention for a month and fifty point's from Gryfinndor." Ron just stood there, dumb struck. He heard someone sneeze. Malfoy turned over painfully to look at Hermione's bed. He saw her through the curtain -his and hers- and she smiled kindly.

"Excuse me, Professor." Madam Pomfrey sidled past McGonagall to Hermione. "Here are some tissues, dear."

"Thank you." She blew her nose. "Professor, could you hand me my bag please?" Professor McGonagall hand her the bag in her good hand, and pulled Ron out of the hospital wing.

"Soo, what cha readin'?" asked Malfoy. He didn't mean to sound the way he did. It just happened.

"Oh, it's called Across Enemy Lines. It's book that a girl wrote. It started out on a fan site, and now it's a book."

"Wow. That's sounds, uh, interesting." She turned the page and looked up.

"I didn't even tell you about the book." She laughed, but then started coughing. Madam Pomfrey rushed over and gave her some water. "Thank you."

"So what's it about?" he asked, leaning up against his pillow.

"Well, the series is called the Enemy Series. It's about a boy and girl that are in love, but they won't admit it to each. Plus the girl's friends think the guy is scum." He nodded. "Draco?"

"Uh, what?"

"Do you think Ron should have done that?"

"Done what?"

"Well, first, this, and then lying to McGonagall."

"No."

"Oh." And they both became unnaturally interested in their bed sheets.