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Disclaimer: JKR

Author�s Note 1: The thing that Draco is freaking
about is really canon. I thought that would be more obvious. Yes, yes, I know I
claimed this was an AU, but I�m inconsistent like that. You don�t really expect
me to� make up a story, do you? ;-)

Author�s Note 2: Ah, if only things would go Draco�s
way soon! But this time I actually enjoyed torturing him. I suppose it�s more
fun to muck things up when I�m inside his
head. Or maybe it was the manner of it�

Author�s Note 3: As always � thank you so much to
those of you who R & R. At this time this story now has more than 110
reviews across the boards. I am awed and I love it. It feeds my ego quite
nicely. Keep �em coming and soon I�ll be Dracette, mwahahaha�

Thanks to Miss
Nibbles for being my sekrit luver
and to Maz for showing me how to be really dense.

Warning: My writing!

**********

Draco awoke with
a jerk, his heart beating hard and fast and his breath coming out in gasps. He
was alone. Of course he was. He knew he wouldn�t be able to get any more sleep,
so he sat up, rubbing his eyes and looked at the clock. Four a.m. This was
going to be a very long day.

Sighing he got
up and began dressing himself.

He had had
another nightmare, of course. In the dream he had failed and he had had to
watch while his mother was tortured and violated and killed before they turned
on him. There had been more to the dream, much more, but he chose to block it
out. He got the general idea. He had to get this thing done, he had to, or his dreams would come true in
the worst way.

He hadn�t been
as distracted by last night as he had hoped he would be.

Damn Mudblood,
why did she have to be so difficult? He hadn�t wanted to tie her up for the
duration. He�d just wanted to punish her a bit for making him wait so long and
laughing at him to boot. So, fine, he had gotten a little carried away but he
hadn�t done anything she didn�t like. He knew for a fact that he hadn�t. He had
ignored her words and let her body speak to him instead and the response he had
gotten had been overwhelming.

Still, she had
refused to give in, to give him what he needed. Yes, he had needed to be inside
her, but more than that he had needed� more! He wasn�t really sure what he was
missing, but it did not involve her
fighting him and denying him her touch and kiss.

Ok, so maybe he
had miscalculated a little bit with his punishment. Hinting of another girl had
not been the smartest thing, but he hadn�t been able to take it back without
looking like a fool. Instead he had hoped to make her forget. No luck.

He did not need to have these problems on top
of everything else. Perhaps he should simply just� let her be. Stop pursuing
her. She clearly didn�t want it enough and after last night he was only left
more frustrated than ever.

This thought did
nothing to improve his disposition and he was left feeling the need to be
destructive.

He took one of
the table-lamps and hurled it against the wall. There was smashing of glass and
clanging of metal. This helped a little bit but not enough. He took out his
wand and flicked it about. Furniture toppled over, lamps and mirrors smashed,
cloth ripped� He wasn�t satisfied before the room was in shambles and even then
he just felt a dull emptiness.

Glass crunching
under his boots, he turned and left.

**********

The day turned
out to be just as long as he had feared. Classes were stupid. People were even
more stupid. The food might as well have been saw dust. To top it all off
Granger seemed to be everywhere he looked. Just his luck.
Finally he was avoiding her, as he should have been from the beginning, and
then he couldn�t turn around without seeing her either with or without her
friends.

The next day
wasn�t any better, nor was the day after that. After a while the days just
became a blur of lessons, meals, naps and his ever-present mission.

Previously he
had spent weeks scheming to get Granger alone and now he came across her alone
on multiple occasions. It was driving him crazy. She had something he wanted
and she didn�t want to give it, so why couldn�t she at least have the decency
to hide out in her common room or at the library or anywhere she wasn�t likely to run into him?

One time he
rounded a corner to see her come down the empty hall from the opposite
direction. She stopped as if to say something, but he couldn�t stand to stay
and hear it so he just blindly walked on, only semi-aware that he bumped into
her shoulder in doing so. Didn�t she understand? He didn�t need all of her
talking and poking and teasing. He was done with it. She was now free of him at
last.

She didn�t make
another effort to speak to him.

Draco now had
nothing to distract him from his task and his nightmares. He worked as
diligently on it as ever before, yet there was absolutely no progress. He needed a distraction, he soon had to
admit. Something that could allow him to relax a bit, perhaps even take his
mind off things. He had originally planned the meeting with Granger because of
that very same urge, but that obviously hadn�t worked. He was at a loss as to
what else would do it.

Quidditch didn�t interest him
anymore. It seemed entirely too frivolous a waste of time when he should be
doing something else, something much more important. He had a suspicion that
the only reason he wasn�t kicked off the team was because of the bribe that had
gotten him there to begin with. It didn�t matter, he simply didn�t care. They
could do whatever the Hell they wanted.

No, he needed to
find another outlet. Normally he would have loved to take it out on Potter, but
since he was rarely found without a bushy-haired little vixen near him, Draco
opted to avoid him too. Besides, Potter didn�t need another reason to follow
him around. For now, Draco had to live with being stuck in a state of perpetual
dissatisfaction.

**********

One night he was
lounging in the Slytherin common room, just staring at the wall, thinking about
nothing in particular. His mind was severely muddled by lack of sleep, but
there seemed to be nothing to do about it. Dark thoughts kept him awake at
night and when he finally fell asleep, nightmares would wake him again. He had
had to start casting silencing charms on the curtains around his bed to keep
his roommates from finding out.

After one such
nightmare it was very rare that he could go back to sleep again. The few times
he had succeeded it had only been due to some stupid fantasy that he now did
his best not to think about. He didn�t need it. He�d be fine without pining for
useless things.

He had, of course,
considered going to Madam Pomfrey to get some sort of sleeping draught, but she
would ask too many questions. Questions he didn�t want to answer.

Pansy sidled a
little closer to him. �What are you thinking about?� she asked.

Draco didn�t
even look her way. �Nothing,� he replied.

�You don�t look well, you should go to the hospital wing.� Always with the astute observations.

Draco considered
whether that was concern on her voice
or if it was simply veiled disgust. He supposed she did have some concern for
him. �I�m fine, Pansy, just tired,� he assured her.

Zabini entered
the room, looking haughty as ever. For a brief second Draco envied him. Zabini
had not a care in the world. His biggest problems were his grades and how to
assert himself as an alpha male.

Draco even
considered for a moment if he himself would be willing to live the rest of his
life as an underdog if it meant never having to deal with this kind of stress
again. With a heavy sigh he conceded that no, he wouldn�t. He was the last
Malfoy and he would remain on top or die trying. He was very likely to die
trying, actually, but everyone had to die sometime, right? He swallowed hard.
He had just thought that he would have at least a century to get used to the
idea.

Zabini sat down
in the chair across from the sofa Draco and Pansy were
inhabiting and Pansy took Draco�s hand. Huh. She hadn�t seemed overly
eager to touch him just a second ago. He felt a little disgusted with himself that even this insignificant and contrived touch
comforted him in some ways.

�What�s up, Blaise?� Pansy asked, attracting his cold, dark eyes. Draco
always did wonder why she seemed to like that guy so well.

�Nothing much. There was rumor of
some Mudblood in our year puking her guts out all over the place. We�ll probably
all be sick from the likes of her within the month.�

�Ugh!� said
Pansy. �Who was it?�

�Granger I think
her name was,� Zabini said, eyeing Draco as he said it. Draco couldn�t keep
from giving a slight jerk and judging from Zabini�s smirk he�d noticed.

�Disgusting!� Pansy exclaimed. �She�s
not still tutoring you, is she, Draco?� She turned to him and then abruptly
said: �Oh, no. She already infected you, didn�t she?� she immediately dropped
his hand and moved a little away from him. Draco felt a need to groan at the
lack of contact and then immediately felt resentful at Pansy for being so
fickle.

�Yeah, I�m
wondering,� Zabini said conversationally, �just how close you have to get to
one to catch it or� give it.�

Draco shot
Zabini a quick glance, but his face was carefully neutral. �I wouldn�t know, I
haven�t got it,� he replied. �I�m merely tired.�

�They say
Mudblood Granger spends a lot of time unconscious too. They�re wondering why
she doesn�t go to Madam Pomfrey.�

��Why don�t you ask her?� he asked warily.

�Yeah,� Pansy
injected. �We don�t want to know the details.� She hesitantly picked Draco�s
hand up again. This time Draco didn�t feel anything.

Zabini only
shrugged. �Just letting you know.�

�Draco, why
don�t we go to bed, hmm?� Pansy asked.

Draco shot her a
glance. Was she kidding? �No� You stay here,� he said getting to his feet. �I
could use the rest, though��

He was vaguely
aware that Zabini was grinning at Pansy and Pansy had red cheeks and was
avoiding looking at either of them. Found being rejected embarrassing, did she?
Well, she should be getting used to it about now. Zabini always seemed to be
around whenever it happened so he shouldn�t be so amused about it either.

Whatever.

Draco almost
stumbled to bed. What was wrong with Granger anyway?

**********

The next day,
Draco went down to breakfast early as was his new habit since being introduced
to the delightful world of insomnia, and stayed there, barely touching his
food, waiting to see Granger turn up. She did turn up about half an hour later,
only to serve herself eggs, go grey in the face, and run back out.

Fuck! No, it can�t be.

He stood
abruptly, earning a few startled looks and hurried out after her. He couldn�t
see her in the hallway, but he had a pretty good idea where she�d gone.

When she emerged
from the girls� bathroom, slightly green in the face, he was waiting for her.

�Something you
feel like telling me?� he asked, trying for casual but hitting strained
instead.

She jumped and
then clutched her chest. �Oh! It�s you,� she breathed.

He didn�t reply,
but merely looked at her.

�No,� she said. �Nothing to tell.�

�Then what is
it?� he asked much too loudly.

She made as to
put her hand on his arm, but then stopped the motion as if remembering herself.
�There are people around,� she almost whispered. �Trust me, it is nothing.� She then turned and walked
away from him.

Just like that.

He felt
frustrated with her for no apparent reason. He wanted to lash out at someone or
something. The halls were filling with students, however, and he didn�t want to
attract attention to himself, so he had to resist the urge. Slowly he turned
and walked down to his common room.

What the hell
was going on with him?

**********

If there was an
upside to this ordeal it was, of course, that it proved quite a distraction.
The downside was his imminent death, but all considering, that wasn�t so very
different from what he was facing before.

Draco began
keeping a closer eye on Granger again, but he had to be careful about it,
because Zabini seemed to be keeping an eye on him in turn. Damn the other
Slytherin. How much did he know? And how did he know? They had in no way been
obvious and they had only been together a couple of times anyway.

He noticed that
Granger was pale, she looked tired and she didn�t eat properly. His certainty
about what was wrong grew. There was a whole lot of whispering going around
about her condition now. Nobody else was falling ill and she still didn�t go to
the hospital wing. They said that her excuse was �not everything needs be cured by magic�. She apparently also
claimed that she would get well soon and said that people should mind their own
business as long as she didn�t miss any classes or infect anyone.

Potter and
Weasley looked increasingly harried, which was more than a small consolation to
Draco. They didn�t seem to know how to deal with Granger�s strange �disease�.
He wondered what she�d told them. Since they weren�t beating him up he supposed
she�d lied or told them nothing. Of course, by now people generally thought
that one of them was the culprit. That thought almost made him laugh � like
either of them would be man enough.

He didn�t like
how she seemed to wave him off whenever he tried to corner her about it,
though. Didn�t she understand the gravity of the situation? Was she still
holding a grudge for the things he�d said and taking it out on him in this way?
He supposed he could just disassociate himself from her completely and none
would be the wiser. He really should, but� He needed to know what was going on
and how she was going to fix it.

**********

�I hear she�s
pregnant,� Pansy said in a conspiratorial whisper when they were hanging out in
the common room one evening. �And the father is that blood traitor Ronald
Weasley.�

Draco snorted
before he could stop himself, getting an annoyed look from Pansy for ruining
her gossip and an amused and interested one from Zabini for� who knew what?

Draco decided to
bluff his way out of it. �Weasley?� he asked. �You think he�s man enough to get
it up to shag that�� wild, hot, passionate, incredibly sexy
��Mudblood?�

Zabini looked at
him shrewdly and Pansy considered for a second before shrugging. �Anyone can
make babies, Draco. Everyone is so going
to know how easy she is.� She sniggered.

�Oh, as opposed
to you, then?� The words had left his mouth before he even considered what he
was saying.

Crap.

Zabini gaped at
him for a second and then went into a coughing fit that sounded suspiciously
like laughter. Pansy blanched, staring at Draco. Even Crabbe and Goyle, who
normally stayed out of any conversation requiring more than two brain cells,
sniggered.

Draco decided
that his smooth-talking with the ladies could definitely use some work. He
blamed it on his lack of sleep.

Pansy seemed to
gather her wits first. Of course, it was limited how much she needed to gather�
�Did you�did you just compare me to her? A MUDBLOOD?�

Draco winced
slightly at her shrill tone. �No, of course no��

�Because maybe one could consider some of the other males she had been hanging around
with and tutoring as likely candidates.
How about it, Draco? Am I dating a filthy, cheating blood traitor?� Pansy�s
sneer was doing nothing to add to her attractiveness.

Zabini looked as
if he had been given a rare treat and Draco flushed a little. He did not have
to fake the anger in his voice. �Any time you want to call it quits, Pansy,
just let me know,� he said.

Pansy flushed a
dull pink and looked away. No, he hadn�t really thought so. He leaned back with
a sigh. It had been worth a shot, though.

Zabini got up from
his chair. �Been fun, but got places to be�� Whistling he left the room.

Draco frowned.
�What was that all about?�

�Slug party,�
mumbled Pansy. �Excuse me.� She scurried off to her dormitory.

Draco had
forgotten all about the Slug Club, which only showed how preoccupied he�d been.
He hadn�t liked being snubbed by the fat teacher who his father had always
spoken so favorably of, but in later days he had been sort of relieved that he
didn�t have to juggle social gatherings on top of everything else.

Granger would be there.

Another reason
he was better off without it. From Pansy�s comment he was already linked a
little too comfortably with her.

Sighing, he got
up to go to bed. He was so damn tired.

**********

Draco soon gave
up trying to corner Granger in a completely private place. He reasoned that it
wouldn�t be too odd that he was
speaking to her in public since everyone seemed to think that she sometimes
helped him with his homework anyway.

Finding her
wasn�t a great problem. Apparently the girls� bathroom was still a place she
liked to hang out in the mornings. Again he was waiting outside when she
emerged, deathly pale and looking much more frail and thin that he remembered.

He frowned.
�Time to go look for some stairs yet?� he asked.

She jumped. �Oh.
You again.� She seemed to dismiss his presence
entirely as she was turning to go.

�Gee, Granger,
enough with the flattering attention already. You�re making me blush.�

�Go away,� she
said, sounding as tired as he felt. �This has nothing to do with you.�

�Denying it
won�t make it go away, Granger. You have all the symptoms.�

�Oh, what do you
know of these things?�

�Quite a bit, actually. I watched
Mother go through it all when I was 10.�

�You don�t have
any siblings,� Granger scoffed.

�Well, she lost
it, didn�t she?� he mumbled.

�Oh,� she said,
immediately looking contrite. �I�m sorry.�

�Don�t be,� he
said harshly. �She never liked being� in that way, and so far I�ve seen nothing
to like about it either.�

�I�m not,� she
said. �I�m really not.�

�Why won�t you
go see Madam Pomfrey, then?�

�Because I
don�t� think�� she paled even more, if possible, and swayed on the spot and
reached out to grab a hold of his robes.

�Granger? What�s wrong?� he frowned
putting a hand on her arm to steady her.

�I don�t� feel
so�� she breathed and fainted. He caught her without thinking.

�Granger?� he
said, shaking her a little. �Hermione? Wake up!� She
remained limp. He looked around for help and noticed a few stares.

Shit.

Worse, Potter
and Weasley were coming around the corner and saw him holding their friend. He
let go of her and she dropped to the floor with a thud without stirring. He
glanced at her lifeless form and that was all he had time for before he was
flung to the wall, something constricting his throat.

�WHAT DID YOU DO
TO HER?� Potter shouted. He was the one holding the wand, while Weasley was
kneeling by Granger.

Draco tried to
speak but couldn�t get anything out and he couldn�t breathe either. All he did
manage to get out was a couple of incoherent sounds.

�Might want to
let up if you want an answer, Harry,� Weasley surprisingly said, not looking
away from Granger.

Draco was
beginning to see black spots when the pressure finally let up a little and he
gasped for air. �Didn�t� anything� fainted�� he choked out.

Weasley had
picked Granger up and carried her with little effort. Merlin, she was way too
light.

�He might be
telling the truth,� Weasley said in a toneless voice, still without looking at
Draco. �We know she�s been� off.�

�You�d better
be,� Potter snarled. �Or I will personally make sure that you are expelled from
Hogwarts so fast that you�ll be gone last year, you worthless piece of shit!�

Draco really
couldn�t care less about Potter�s threats; he was trying to see if Granger was
even still breathing.

Please, let her be all right.

Weasley had
begun walking away, without a doubt taking her to the hospital wing. Potter
followed him after making a flick of his wand that sent Draco flying through
the air and landing on his back a good 20 feet away.

Draco winced.
That hurt. He slowly got up and brushed himself off. He looked around and the
students that had been scattered about, watching, suddenly got busy looking
away and whispering. Right. This would be old news by
nightfall. He sighed.

**********

The rest of the
day was worse than usual. The gossip of the day was, of course, about how
Granger had fainted dead in his arms and he had a Hell of a time trying to
explain that one to Pansy. Apparently reflexes didn�t count around Mudbloods.

Zabini didn�t make
it any better with his veiled hints. Draco had a sneaking suspicion that
something else was going on, but he couldn�t quite
put his finger on it. He considered whether Zabini wanted Pansy for himself,
but that didn�t add up with his indifference towards her feelings and person.
And clearly, Pansy knew she was free to go if she wanted someone else. No, it had to be something else entirely.
Perhaps it was just a burning desire to make Draco�s life miserable, in which
case, they were succeeding fairly well.

He had just
emerged from his last class of the day when he saw Potter striding purposefully
towards him, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

Draco really
didn�t feel up to fighting today. �I did not harm her, ok?� he said tensely.

�Lucky for you
that�s what she says,� Potter sneered and thrust a scroll at him hard, before
walking on.

Draco stared at
the scroll in his hands with a puzzled expression. That�s what she says. She was awake? Relief flooded him, making his
knees weak. If she was awake then she�d be ok. He hadn�t killed her.

He told himself
that he was being stupid and none of this was his fault in any way, but he
couldn�t help but feel that it was. None of this would ever have happened if he
had just been able to walk away in the first place. She sure didn�t have any problems staying away.

He suddenly
remembered the scroll he was staring at. What was this, then? He unsealed it
with a flick of his wand and opened it. It said:

I told them we were discussing your Arithmancy essay for tomorrow (22 inches on the impact of
the use of numerology in The Giant Wars, Professor Vector assigned it last
week) and that I promised we�d finish it tonight.

Remember to bring your books!

H. Granger

Draco frowned.
That was singularly unhelpful. She expected him to bring his books to the
hospital wing so that she might help him with some stupid essay he had
forgotten all about? He shook his head. He�d better go, though, to see what she
had to say. Oh, joy, if Pansy found out.

**********

He entered the
hospital room Granger was inhabiting an hour later,
carrying books as instructed. She was looking so fragile, lying there against
the hospital bed with her eyes closed. Weasley was at her side, holding her
hand.

Draco had pretty
much decided he was in the wrong place and was about to go away again when her
eyes opened and she looked directly at him. �You came,� she said weakly.

Weasley had also
looked up resentfully and Draco knew he really
shouldn�t be here. �Of course I came,� he said haughtily. �You led me to
believe you could still help me.�

She smiled
faintly. �Pull up a chair,� she said. �Ron, it�s all right. It�s just homework.
Go get something to eat.�

Against his own
better judgment Draco did as she asked him to, laying down the books beside her
on the bed and pulling out parchment, watching out of the corner of his eye as
Ron got up and moved across the room, only to remain standing to keep watch.

�Ron�� Granger
said.

�I�m not leaving
you alone with him, forget it!� Weasley eyed Draco suspiciously.

Granger sighed
almost inaudibly. �You�ll have to excuse him,� she said. �He�s just worried.�

�And he hates my
guts,� Draco added drily. �Feeling is mutual, I can assure you.�

�I�m sure that�s
not why��

�Yes, it is.
Don�t waste your breath,� he interrupted dismissively.

She frowned at
him. Good. Keep her riled. That might give her strength.

�I believe I
came here for a reason?� he said, indicating the books but meaning something
else entirely.

To his great
chagrin she actually started talking about the assignment. He opened his mouth
to object when he saw her give a tight nod, indicating Weasley. Fine, he could
play along. He needed to hand something in anyway.

After about
twenty minutes she dropped her voice to a low whisper and said: �It�s really
not what you think.�

Draco shot a
look at Weasley whose eyes had glazed over. �Then what is it?�

Hermione flushed
a little. �I thought it was the flu, but it turned out to be some magical
virus� They think I wasn�t careful enough when I went to visit Hagrid last time and I might have touched something to
contract it. Hagrid, of course, is immune himself, so
he didn�t know��

�You mean to
say,� Draco hissed. �That you are here now because of that moronic half-breed�s
blundering?�

�Don�t call Hagrid a��

�I�ll call him
whatever I want,� he whispered ferociously, trying to keep his voice down so
Weasley wouldn�t notice. Suddenly something hit him. �Wait! Does this mean
that� that you�re not��

�That�s what
I�ve been trying to tell you! I don�t know why you didn�t believe me the first
three times� I told you about the charm��

For the second
time that day relief hit him and consumed him completely. It was all just a
stupid virus. �Why didn�t you go see Madam Pomfrey sooner?� he asked, a little
angry that he�d been put through all this.

Again she
flushed a little. �I thought my own immune system would win. Apparently that�s
not the case with magical maladies.�

�Merlin,
Granger!� he said. �These things can put you in a coma for life if they don�t
outright kill you!�

�I know,� she
said softly. �They told me.�

�Also, your
reputation is ruined no matter what,� he informed her. �The school already made
up its mind.�

She smiled a
little wryly. �I suppose it is,� she replied. �But I assume more boys will want
to date me now.�

Draco couldn�t
help but laugh, which definitely got Weasley�s
attention.

�No, this is all
wrong,� she said with an exasperated sigh. �Are you even listening to me? Why
would the number 4 signify the third
attack? And no, it�s not 3 either. I
swear, you used to be better at this.�

Draco allowed
her to go on for a little while longer.

Initially he had
wondered why Potter and Weasley had accepted her wanting to do homework with
him, but of course, she lived for dusty old books and boring facts, didn�t she?
They probably even thought he wouldn�t like taking instructions from her.

He wondered if
they knew the other, more passionate, side of her.

Suddenly
Granger�s voice faltered and she was looking pale, exhausted and breathless.
Draco frowned. Did she have no sense of self-preservation? She should have
kicked him out long ago. For someone that smart she really was kind of stupid.

�Right,� he
said, closing up his books. �You won�t be of any more use to me today.�

�I�ll be fine,
in a seh�in a second,� she whispered. She looked so
weak it scared him. She would be all
right, wouldn�t she?

�Don�t count on
it, Granger.� He stood up. �How long do you plan on having your holiday?�

�A couple of
days�� she mumbled, her eyes drifting shut.

�A week,�
Weasley said hoarsely, sending Draco a baleful glare. �At
least.�

Draco frowned.
Curse her for being so stubborn that she needed that amount of time to recover.
�A week?� he said reproachfully. �Now I know
you�re doing this just to spite me.�

A ghost of a
smile flitted across her face. �Come back in a couple of days,� she mumbled
sleepily. �We�ll have a look at your other essay.�

�What other
essay?�

�The one you
were supposed to turn in last time�� her breath deepened and she was asleep.

Had she just said she wanted to see him again or was
this really all about homework?

Draco stood
looking at her pale, sleeping form for a few seconds before realizing that
Weasley was still glaring at him. Donning his most annoying smirk he said,
�Until next time, Weasel,� and then sauntered off as Madam Pomfrey came
hurrying into the room, shooing off Weasley as well and checking on her
patient.

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Author�s Note 4: I thought I might do this sort of
chapter at some point and some comments I got convinced me. ;) Why didn�t you
all believe what Hermione said in chapter 2? Isn�t Draco cute in all his panic,
though�
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