Hello, and I'm back with another chapter of Percepti-

Draco: Shut up, and get to the point.

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Draco: You know you like hearing me talk.

Anyway, I'm here with chapter 6 of Perceptions. You guys are so awesome. I asked you to review, and you did. I cannot even explain how happy I was when I woke up, and I saw all those reviews. So thanks, and love you guys! So, I'm actually requesting it again, except maybe questions this time? To any characters really, or me I suppose-

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Also, does anybody know any good Dramione songs? I love listening to songs that remind me of the pairing. Also, I'll try and make these things shorter.

Perceptions

Chapter 6-

Hermione

Where was she? Why was the room so many colors? Blue, and black, at times even, red, and green. Everything seemed to swirl into nothingness. Hermione wanted to move, wanted to answer to the voices of worry, but she was too tired. She tried to reach her hand up, to give anyone a sign that she could hear them, but she seemed unable to move. She heard many voices being spoken, and some she recognized.

"Mr. Potter, move back and give the girl some space!" That was Pomfrey for sure. She heard some bustling, and protesting shouts from some of the people in the room. Hermione found she wanted to cover her ears. Couldn't they tell her head hurt?

"I just want to know if she was okay, she is, isn't she?" That was Harry, being the friend he always was. She managed to get a small sound out at his voice, but she didn't think anybody heard her. Harry's hand touched hers lightly before he stepped back, making a worried sound. She wanted to reassure him, but she couldn't even lift a fingertip.

"I'm her boyfriend, I should get some rights." Boyfriend? That was probably Ron, but the word seemed to twist her insides in an unpleasant way. She loved him so dearly. She wanted to be with him. She did, right? Then again, her hands never got clammy when he walked by, she never blushed, and her heart never thudded in her chest. It was probably just a friend kind of love. She should probably tell that to Ron soon, or he would get hurt. "Why did the ferret bring her here?" Hermione wanted to frown. Ferret? Oh, Malfoy was here wasn't he. She felt woozy, and wanted to shift, but she didn't. Had he brought her here? That was a very unlike Malfoy thing to do.

She tried to recall what had happened. She had been having a small panic attack from the torture memories in Malfoy manor, and then….oh yes, Malfoy had found her. He must have brought her to the hospital wing.

She felt a hand touch hers, and just about froze. Whose was it? "Oh, it's just Granger, and me getting all warm, and cuddly." The sarcasm lingered, and she smiled inside her head. That would be Malfoy. The warmth suddenly seemed nice, and she didn't care who it was. She was freezing, and everything was cold. She wanted to get warm.

She made a small sound, and then tugged on the hand, bringing the body crashing down, followed by a couple curses. Digging her head into the shoulder, she breathed lightly. "Malfoy," She whispered, and snuggled deeper. Sounds of protest seemed to break out, except maybe Pomfrey.

"Potter, Weasley, to bed now. Mr. Malfoy, you can stay here, seeing as Miss. Granger seems a bit, accustomed to him at the moment. You can come, and see her in the morning." Her voice held amusement, and Hermione felt an odd feeling come over her. She felt something smooth touch her lips. Someone was feeding her some sort of liquid. She reluctantly swallowed it, and started to hack, groaning feebly. "I've just given her some pain potion. However if she wakes up, she'll probably be drowsy, and not herself, just call if she wakes up." Hearing the sound of footsteps walking away on the stone floor, Hermione pulled herself further into, what she assumed now, was Malfoy.

"Bloody hell Granger, get off of me." His voice, though slightly vile, made Hermione feel warm and tingly inside. She nuzzled her head into his arm, and he made an odd sound. "Don't get all weird on me now Granger." She tried hard to open her eyes. She wanted to look at Malfoy, see him, question him, so anything to him. A tiny voice in the back of her head was screaming at her, about a lot of that thought, but she didn't care.

Slowly the cement blocks seemed to lift up from her eyelids, and she opened her eyes. Everything was blurry at first, but soon everything came into focus. It was nighttime from what she could tell, and everything was so…white. She was used to Harry, or even Ron being here, not her. Malfoy was lying on his side, rather closely. He wasn't looking at her right now, and was instead staring at the ceiling. His eyes were mixed with many emotions, and he seemed to be deep in thought. His eyes were such a pretty gray. The light from the moon reflected deep in them. His mouth wasn't set in a hard line, and it looked rather soft. He looked peaceful at the moment.

"Why am I here?" She breathed softly, looking at him as he sat up a bit more, but kept close next to her, his hand running down the sheets. His face still didn't look quite angry, just amused.

"Because I took you here," Was all he said. She slowly turned to look at him again, and into his eyes. She was still a little hazy from the charm, or potion, whatever she had taken. Her eyes drooped, and she ran a hand down his arm. He visibly stiffened, and looked at her.

"You have pretty eyes. Has anyone told you that before?" She lightly poked his chest, and he grabbed her, with the hand that wasn't occupied. He put it down to the sheets, and she grinned, sloppily. "Your hand is warm too."

"Ah, this will be some good blackmail stuff when you're back to normal. I wish I had a muggle recording device. Heard those are pretty useful," He grinned, and Hermione tilted her head to the side confused. What was he going on about?

"Your eyes are such a pretty silver, but very sad. Why are your eyes sad Draco? Can I call you Draco? I like that name. It means dragon right? Or maybe a constellation. My head hurts." She whined, and groaned, feeling a headache coming on.

"To answer your question Granger, my eyes are most certainly not sad, no you cannot call me Draco, yes it means dragon." He ripped his arm from her grasp, and lightly touched his hand to her temple. Then he moved his finger tip to her forehead, frowning, and muttering something about a fever.

Hermione felt confused, but things were starting to become a bit clearer. "You saw me get tortured." His hand stopped moving, and his eyes flitted to her. She felt tears welling in her eyes. Mudblood. Mudblood. "That's what I was thinking about, when you came. I think. I keep hearing it, and dreaming it. I was sort of reliving it, when you came by." Hermione swallowed, feeling weighing her down. She was beginning to feel irritated, and breathless. Malfoy seemed to panic a bit, and took his hand off her skin. She felt a little flare go through her heart, and barley held on to the urge to grab his hand again.

"That's probably not good Granger." He whispered quietly, no malice in his tone. His eyes turned a darker gray, and Hermione could almost see storm clouds brushing in. His own memories of the war were surfacing. "You should probably get some help with that, before it gets worse." His hands clenched the sheets, and Hermione felt another wave of wooziness drift over her. She took her hand, and put it over his own, smiling. Malfoy flinched, and narrowed his eyes, looking unsure of what she was doing.

"I'm hungry." Hermione suddenly announced, feeling sleepy as well. She immediately pushed back the blankets, and stood up. The second she stood up though, her knees buckled from underneath her, and she fell forward, groaning. She was about to hit the floor, but Malfoy was already grabbing her wrist, and lowering her to the ground. He did nothing romantic like catching her, and giving her a snog. Hermione wrinkled her nose, her actual mind, and sense, pushing through the wave of weariness. What was she doing to Malfoy?

"Sweet Merlin Granger, can't you stay still for five seconds? You're not exactly light." Malfoy lifted her up, and pushed her back on the bed, putting the covers over her form. Hermione felt sick again, seeing as the potion was beginning to wear off.

"Sorry, Malfoy," She managed to say through her haze. "You better leave before I decide you're a prat again, and hex you into oblivion." She was pretty sure the threat didn't sound too promising, considering she was beginning to nod off as she said it. But, Malfoy seemed to get what she was saying, and even appeared quite eager to leave.

"What happened to me having 'pretty eyes'?" Malfoy asked, smirking. Hermione groaned, and half-heartedly picked up her pillow and through it at the now empty space. She leaned back, and sighed. Why had she said all those things to Malfoy? She couldn't have possibly meant them. Yet, she found that she had. And, she found she didn't regret saying them.

Draco

Draco walked away from the Hospital wing feeling a little at odds. What had that been? He usually wouldn't have been so sappy to one of the Golden Trio, but this was a special case. One, the said torture happened in his very home (Which made him a little sick to the stomach) two, He didn't mind Granger as much as he minded Potty, and Weasel-bee. Three, he had felt guilty. Not once, could Malfoy ever recall a moment in his life when he felt guilty, much less to a muggle-born.

He hadn't meant to call her a mudblood. The name had been said so much that it had slipped out in his anger. His very mouth felt tinted, and disgusting. Why was it that he felt this remorse now? He brushed his mouth against his robes, but he didn't feel any less disgusting. It hadn't made him feel this way before.

He had said it himself though, the war changed everybody. Draco was just entering the heads common room, when Blaise walked up, handing him a letter. Draco raised an eyebrow, and Blaise gestured to the very proud owl hanging on the edge of a chair in the room. Draco's eyes softened, as he recognized the owl very well. It was his mother's.

"How are you doing Soaron?" He touched two fingers to the beak of the owl, and then started opening the letter. It was closed with a seal that held the Malfoy emblem, and when he looked at the writing, it was in his Mother's graceful, curvy letters.

Dear Draco,

I'm sorry I haven't gotten a chance to write to you. It's been terribly busy with the Malfoy tasks, and clean-ups I must do. I've managed to snag the littlest bit of gossip from Hogwarts. You've made head-boy! I congratulate you, and cannot fully express my pride within this letter. I've heard Blaise, Miss. Weasley, and Miss. Granger have become heads too. I insist you invite them to the manor this Christmas for a couple short days, and your other friends if you feel up to it. I know Christmas is many months away, but you know how I love to plan early. I hope your having a fine time at school. I really cannot be more proud of you Draco. I know it's been hard, but I have the upmost faith in you

Love, Mother

Draco was not one to get overly sentimental, but he allowed a small smile by the end. He almost forgot the git, Blaise was in the room.

"Ah, Christmas, that will be a joy. All cozy by the fire with some Gryffindor's, really warms the heart, you know?" Blaise smarmily leaned back against the couch, pointing his wand at the fire, and muttering a spell. It caught light instantly, and the warmth almost instantly radiated throughout the room.

"I'm sure, but I'm without a doubt that most of them will have to decline." Draco threw the letter at Blaise, who set it beside him.

"I'm sure not, heard you and Granger got cozy in the Hospital Wing." Blaise smirked, and Draco actually felt warmth rise to his cheeks. Damn it, that cocky bastard.

"And what proof do you have of this? I'm pretty sure I got an eyeful of Slytherin robes, and bright red Weasley hair." Draco stood up pacing, before leaning over to Blaise, making sure he added Malice to his tone. "Or, should I say Weaslette hair?" Blaise didn't blush, and shrugged his shoulders.

"Yes, but we were only spying. It wasn't like we were snogging outside the room, feeling in the moment. I'll leave that to you, and Granger." Blaise was about to continue, but then Weaslette was walking into the common room.

"I see you two are quite busy." She pushed a strand of her bright red hair behind her ear, and Draco tilted his head to the side. Where had she been? Draco caught sight of her bright puffy lips, and then a bruise on her arm, and actually fell pale.

"What were you doing?" He asked, horrified. He may be a bastard at times, but it was in his right mind that he had never hit a woman. The mere thought made him want to fall ill. Blaise was up before Draco even made a movement, and had grabbed her chin, jerking her face up in the light. It was easy to tell that tears had fallen down her face only minutes before, and this time I was moving. "Did somebody assault you? I mean, I don't particularly like you Weaslette, but this is serious stuff." Her eyes filled with tears again, and he closed my mouth. Ah, he probably wasn't helping. Leave the girl shit to Blaise.

"Ginny, what happened?" Blaise asked smoothly, and Draco's eyes just about bulged at the first names. What was this? Theo, and now Blaise, were his fellow Slytherin's losing their right minds?

"The bruise is nothing." Weas-….Ginny whispered, and brushed her hand to her eyes. Then, seeming to gain back some backbone, she shoved Blaise slightly. "If you must know, Harry, and I broke up." That was actually a surprise. They had always seemed- dare he say it- perfect together.

"Why?" Draco asked, not even bothering to hide hid his surprised tone. She just shrugged, and walked toward the girl's side of the room.

"We just weren't working anymore. I'm going to bed." She trudged upstairs, and Blaise and Draco waited until they heard the quiet sound of a door closing.

"How long ago were you two together?" Draco questioned to Blaise, surprised at his own hard tone of voice. He didn't particularly care for the Gryffindor, but he had to admit, he was warming up to them a bit.

"Only twenty minutes ago." Blaise replied, an irritated groan escaping his mouth. "I'm guessing they were having a snog when Ginny broke the news. Potter was heart-broken, and gripped her a bit hard before leaving." Draco nodded before sighing, and rubbing at his temples.

"I think I'll go to bed too. We've all had a rough night." It was safe to say, the party had not gone exactly as planned.

Okay, okay short I know. I apologize quite sincerely. It took me forever to write too! I'll try to start earlier, and make it longer next time. Thanks again for those that reviewed. It made me very happy. Remember to ask some questions to characters this time. At least five reviews before next chapter update! I have a high goal plan for how many reviews I want by the end of this story.

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"You have got to be kidding!" Granger shouted from the stands, watching what appeared to be today's quidditch game. Draco felt, and looked just as horrified as she did.

"Those are some interesting players. I suppose they were serious regarding who was playing today. I mean, Ron is serious when he comes to picking his team players." Ginny pointed to Harry, who was looking at the opposing team.

"Are you sure you knew what you were doing when you asked Zabini to pick your team Malfoy?" Granger hissed, and Draco pounded his head into the side of the stand. Had he been drunk when he had asked Blaise to pick his team that would be facing Weasel's choice players. I mean the team had….

Done!

Next chapter has to do with quidditch, a little challenge, a few misunderstandings, and some crazed quidditch professors.

Draco: Remember to R&R, and ask me questions!

Blaise: No, ask me questions instead.

Draco: Blaise? How the hell did you get on this. It's only supposed to be Granger, and I?

Ginny: Pick me! Ask me questions.

Draco: What the bloody he-

Hermione: Hello, Goodbye, and feel free to ask questions.

~Miru