The Hogwarts Beauty PT 4 (Draco Love Story)

Chapter 11 - Harry and Gracey Moment

  Gracey's POV
I was sitting on the floor, just reading. But I noticed Harry was there. Doing his homework.
I didn't want to mention the detention that he had with Umbridge.
So I just let it flow. Until Hermione and Ron came.

"Hermione, can you please help me with my Potions homework." Said Ron.

That Ronald. I thought.

"I'll do the introductions, that's all." Hermione said.
"Hermione, your the best friend that a guy could have, I'm never be rude to you again." He said. 

"Only you've gone back to normal." Hermione said as she sat down next to Harry. 

Until....

"What's wrong with your hand?" She asked. My eyes widen at that.
"What?" I asked, in shock.
He looked at me and Hermione. 

"Nothing." He said as he showed Hermione his right hand.

"The other hand." she said. She grabbed his other hand and pulled down his sleeves.

"Harry, you've got to tell Dumbledore." She said. 

He pulled his hand out. 

"No, Dumbledore has lots in his mind, right now." Said Harry. 

"Harry, you've got to report this. It's completely simple." I said. 

"No, Gracey. It's not." He said.

"But, Harry. She's torturing you. If the parents know about this---" he cut off Ron. 

"Well, I haven't have one of those, have I, Ron?" Said Harry. "You don't understand." 

Harry got his belongings and left. 

"But help us too." Hermione said. She looked at Ron for backing me up, but nothing.

I sighed and got up. I went into my dormitory and grabbed a first aid kit.
Then I went to Harry's room.
I didn't knock, I went in there.

"Harry?"
He turned around and saw me.

"Gracey, what are you doing here?" he asked.

I sighed and walked in. I sat next to him and looked at his hand.

"Let me see." I said.

"What?" he asked.
"Don't 'what?' me, Harry. You know what I mean. Now, let me see." I said.
He sighed and I held on his hand, gently.
I removed his selves and saw the injure.
"Does it hurt?" I asked.

"A little." he mumbled.
I quickly grabbed a wet cloth and put on the ointment.
I started dabbing the ointment until....

"Ah!"
"Sorry, Harry." I apologized.

"It's okay." he said.
I continued to dab the ointment and I was done. I wrapped a bandage on his hand.
"Done." I said, putting everything away.

"I hope that feels better." I said.
Harry nodded.

"Well, good night." I said.
I was about to get up, but something stopped me. It was Harry's hand.

He's holding my hand? I thought.

"Thank you, Gracey." he said.

"No problem. Its a least I could do." I replied. He smiled and I smiled back.

I walked out of his dormitory and went into mine.
"Grace, Belle hasn't come back yet." Hermione said.
"What? She hasn't?" I asked.

Hermione shook her head. "No."
I was about to say something until...

"Did I hear someone call my name?"

I turned around and saw Belle.
"Belle! Where have you been? We were worried about you." Hermione scolded.
"Sorry, I was about to come back, until I started to worry about Cedric and then Draco---" I cut her off.
"Wait, Cedric was there?"

She nodded. "He was backing us up."
"I see." I said.

"But what was Draco doing at this time of night?" Hermione asked.
"Probably he wanted to see me." Belle replied.

"Let me see your hand." I said, changing the subject.
Belle held out her hand and it was already bandaged.

"I see, my cousin, Draco already did that." I said, smirking.
Belle rolled he eyes at me. "I'm going to bed."

"I agree. We had a long day." said Hermione.
I nodded and changed into my pajamas and went to sleep. But my mind couldn't stop thinking about Harry.
For what just happened, I was quite shocked.
Feeling the warmth of his hand, makes me want to hold it.

I think my feelings are getting stronger. 

I wonder....if Harry feels the same way. I thought.