A/n: The spelling and grammar is bad, but I don't have the patients to wait for a beta. I update almost daily and if I sent my chapters to a beta I would not be able to do so. I've had Beta's in the passed and I always end up waiting MONTHS to get my work back. I hate leaving my readers hanging for more then a week at the most. SO you have a chose fast updates or Better spelling and grammar. ((P.S. I am a Dyslexic and I do use the spell check so please no flames on that)) Also I do not follow the books at all. I hate Harry potter, I just loved the pairing of Hermione/Draco
Chapter 1
(Draco pov)
Draco sat down in his back yard, trying to regain his breath. He felt weak as he hunched over slightly next to the rose bushes. This was nothing new really; he had started to feel ill at the beginning of summer. At first his mother was convinced a vampire was somehow getting into the house and feeding on him, but after four med-witches had checked him for any sign of that and found none, they started to look elsewhere for his odd illness. That was three months ago and still, no one had a clue what was making him ill.
Today was his last day before he went back to school as head boy. It took some major convincing to get his mother to let him go back to Hogwarts, seeing as he was so ill. The only way he got her to agree was to arrange for him to have special care, in private of course. The teachers would all know of his condition and the med-witch at school, but no one else. He even got to keep his spot on his team as caption. He just wasn't allowed to leave school grounds without someone with him at all times. Someone being a teacher and he wasn't allowed to do any other sport or activity.
He looked up into the trees, wondering why he was ill for the millionth time. It made no sense to him how he got this way. It was like he left school fit as fit can be, but as soon as he got home something just sucked the life right out of him. Hence the reason his mother thought it was a vampire. At first, he just thought it was a cold as he got a little winded his first week home. As the weeks passed however a little winded became a lot winded. He found he couldn't walk far because his body just couldn't hold him up anymore. He found he couldn't pick up anything heavier then 10 pounds and he seemed to sleep longer with each passing day. That was in the beginning. After he had seen several med-witches and was given several potions to take, Draco found he could do more, but he knew he shouldn't do to much more or he'd pay for it by throwing up the next few days.
"Draco dear, are you alright?" His mother asked as she came up behind him. She had taken to checking on him ever 30 minutes now that he was sick. She had stopped sleeping by his bed and following him around the house when he showed signs of getting a little better. But her motherly worry kept her looking in on him as much as she could.
"I'm ok mum just a little winded," He said to her as she bent down to brush his hair out of his face. He could see the worry in her eyes each time she looked at him. At times, when she was still sleeping in his room, he would hear her crying in the middle of the night. "Really mum I am fine," he said, smiling up at her "I just over did it is all."
"Here sweetie let mommy help you inside." She said helping him to his feet and into the house. He sighed inwardly, knowing that he was going to spend his last free day at home being babied by his mother. Which he did; and as night fell he found she was in his room on his sofa-bed for one last night. As he closed his eyes he wondered just how she would be with him away at school.
(The next day at the train platform)
Draco had all his stuff with him and his overly-upset mother kept hugging him every two minutes, crying wildly as they waited. He felt totally embarrassed by her as students walked by snickering at him. But he couldn't get her to stop; he had tried once before telling her he would be fine. As soon as he said that the teachers would be looking out for him, she got louder and kind of wailed like she was dieing. All Draco could think was 'Wow she has as much faith in the teachers as I do'. Needless to say, when the train finally showed up he was happy to see it. That was until he was greeted by Hagrid, who was going to sit with him for the ride.
The large man had to help Draco peal his mother off him so he could get on the train. The two then moved into a compartment, in which the large goon could hardly fit in. 'Great, I go from wailing mum to over-sized idiot…Oh gods if Potter and his stupid friends find out this guy's on the train they'll be in here too' He closed his eyes, leaning his head on the window as the train started to move.
"You feeling alright?" came a much too loud voice across from him. Draco opened his eyes to look at the man. Hagrid had these big worried eyes that were kind of scary. It was like the man was hoping to the gods Draco felt fine because he didn't know what to do if Draco wasn't. 'Dear gods I am screwed!'
"Yeah, just a little sleepy" Draco said, moving back into the set. Well that did it. The next thing he knew Hagrid was pulling out pillows and blankets, telling him to lie down and take it easy. He even pulled down the shade. "Um…thanks?" Draco said softly, closing his eyes once more and trying to sleep some. He wasn't really tired, but anything was better then trying to make small talk with Hagrid.
His eyes weren't shut too long before the door was open, letting in some light. "HAY HAGRID" came a trio of voices. Draco pulled the covers over his head with a soft groan. He felt the compartment shift as the large man tried to get up and greet his friends. Draco heard them moving into the room, asking the large man this or that. Hagrid, thankfully, got them to step into the hall. He wasn't out there too long before he came back, asking Draco if he needed anything. Draco said no and that was just about the end of all talk between them.
Once at the school platform, Hagrid got off first to help Draco, who had his hood up, into a horseless carriage. Rumors had already started to fly amongst the students about the strange person Hagrid accompanied on the train. Even with his hood up, the oaf had to use a spell to pull all the shades down so no one saw him. He was then sent on his way up to the school to meet the next person looking after him.
As soon as he got out of the carriage, Professor McGonagall led him right up to the hospital wing. He was then poked and asked a million questions by the med-witch. After that, he was taken to the Headmaster to wait for the new head girl and learn of their duties. He knew it would be Granger. Oh sure, he had prayed it wouldn't be, but everyone knew by second year she would be head girl. It wasn't long before Granger came happily into the room. She seemed to lose much of her happy demeanor when she saw him.
"Please have a seat Miss. Granger." The headmaster said as Granger walked deeper into the room and sat down near Draco. The old fart started to tell them how great being a head was, along with their duties and what-not. Draco felt his eyes slightly close during the whole thing as his body was in need of a potion. He heard the Headmaster say 'follow me' which made Draco open his eyes. He suddenly found that it took a lot of energy to get up. The Headmaster must have noticed this because he showed them a short cut and walked pretty slowly. Once at the hidden door, the man talked so fast Draco wasn't sure he got half of what was said, but he did hear the password. 'Helping hands' He and Granger were then left alone.
"Helping hands" Draco snapped at the stone witch. She laughed and the door slide open. Draco entered the main room, making a bee line for his room.
"Malfoy we need to go over…" Granger already started in with her bossy ways.
"Shut up" He growled, throwing open his door his knees trembling a bit. Granger snapped right back at him.
"Will you grow up already! WE were just told to do this!" She whined at him from her side of the room.
"Gods you're such a pain," Draco said, taking hold of the door. He then rolled his eyes more out of he might faint then anything else. "Give me like 20 minutes to settle in and then we'll talk." She nodded and he proceeded to slam his door shut before finding his potion. Drinking it down, he felt a slow warmth building in his gut as some strength and energy filled his weak body.
He sat down on the bed to look at his feet, not really caring what the room looked like. It had been a long ass day and it wasn't over yet. He wondered when he would get to eat and just how long he would have to listen to Granger before he could get some sleep. Well time must have flow by because it felt like seconds later Granger was knocking on his door telling him what to do. He flung open the door and hissed in her face. "I may have to work with you, but that is it. I don't have to put up with your bossy bitch ways. You want to talk fine. ASK ME; don't tell me because you, mudblood, are not the boss of me."
"Gods Malfoy you'd think you'd come up with something new to call me after seven years," Granger said, folding her arms over her chest. They glared at one another for awhile before she rolled her eyes out of annoyance. "Fine, you spoiled brat: will you get your ass out here and do your job or not?"
"Not until you say please" Draco smirked, folding his arms over his chest.
"You've got to be joking." Granger drawled before looking back at him. Again they glared at one another "Oh for heaven sake please do your job!" Draco shrugged, shutting his door and taking a step into the living room area. Their dinner was brought up to them shortly after that, but to say they got any work done was a laugh. They couldn't agree on a thing; it was midnight before Draco threw his hands up.
"I am going the fuck to bed; this will have to wait until morning." He then got up and made his way to his room once more. This time however, he just kicked his shoes off and fell into bed. 'Bloodly pain in my ass' was his last thought before he fell asleep.