Hello~,Babysitter

Chapter Nine

(Before I begin, I feel the need to explain the schedule thing. I had said she had art first, but that was because Dumblefuck had placed her in 'her brother's' spot, which was Gryffindor. When she got Slytherin, she was given a new schedule, which resulted in her classes in different places. That is all. Enjoy!)

Dray's POV
Calculus had been hell for both Harry and I. She had to sit in her brother's old seat on the other side of the room from me, next to freaking Granger. She ignored her, but kept looking to me for help. Granger watched her and smirked, then pulled something out of her bag and slid it to Harry. Harry read the paper, then looked at her in fear. Granger smirked and took the paper back, then went back to work. After class, she grabbed Harry's arm and dragged her out of the class without their things. I packed Harry's stuff up and went out into the hallway to see Weasley and Granger cornering her. She looked ready to bitchslap both of them, but then she noticed me. Both Weasley and Granger turned around and saw me glaring daggers at both of them. It took them a minute to realize why I was glaring, then they turned to Harry again, smirking. Next thing you know, she is on the ground, holding her head as she got kicked in the stomach multiple times. I raced towards them, pulling Weasley away and socking him in the jaw. Granger looked in fear, then dragged him away, leaving me with Harry who wasn't able to move from all the pain. I picked her up as gently as I could and walked to the Hospital Wing. I passed Blaise and Pansy, who noticed and turned to join me.
*uses Tardis and timeskips cause I am a lazy person...*
Harry lay asleep in the bed closest to Madame Pomfrey's office, and I sat beside her, somewhat listening to Pomfrey as she told me everything wrong. I had explained what had happened to her, causing her to call Dumbledore and tell him to grab Weasley and Granger and come instantly. Harry had still been awake then and had protested. Neither of us knew why. Pomfrey gave her some pain killers, which seemed to knock her out instantly. She only shrugged, muttering how it must be genetic, seeing as her brother would react the same way. Ten minutes later, Dumbledore strolls in, both Weasel and Mudblood behind him.
       "What is it you needed, Poppy? I was quite busy." Pomfrey rolled her eyes and pointed to Harry, telling him what had happened. As she did, he looked at her, then noticed me, and, for just a second, he smirked, then his facial features changed into a saddened expression.
     "That can't be. Ronald was with the football coach and Hermione was helping Ms. Mcgonagall organize her books. Show her the slips." Both of them held papers up to Pomfrey and allowing her to take them for inspection. She studied the signatures for a minute, then looked up at Dumbledore quizzically.
       "These are not their signatures." Dumbledore froze for a minute, going slightly pale, then glared at her.
       "Of course they are, Poppy. What do you mean."
       "I mean exactly as I said. These are not their signatures. I have seen both of these signatures multiple times daily and these are not it. Minerva signs with her first name, not whole, and Kingsley signs with initials, not last name. Did you two forge these signatures?" She glared at the two who were glaring at Dumbledore. Granger turned to her.
      "Actually, Professor did. He is also the one who told us to do that to 'Harriet', seeing as she is apparently a traitor for switching sides, in more ways than one-" Weasley stomped on her foot, causing her to hiss in pain.
       "Shut your mouth, ya stupid bookworm. You should've been in Ravenclaw." They both glared at each other, then realized that someone was standing over them. Dumbledore had turned to glare at Granger, then glared at Weasel. They both cowered in fear, which made me laugh. All four turned to me, surprised that I was still here. What they didn't know was that I had recorded everything. Pomfrey glared and shooed them out, telling them to go back to their separate places. She walked over and smiled tiredly at me, then turned to see if Harry was still asleep. She smiled sadly at the bruise forming on her neck then turned to me.
       "Do you know if she cares if you see her stomach. I need to check a theory of mine and see if I am correct. I had had the theory about her brother, but it might not be the same." I shrugged.
      "I don't really know. We've only know each other since Saturday." Pomfrey looked surprised, to say the least.
      "You act like you've known her for ages." She then turned to Harry and lifted her shirt up enough to see her stomach, but no higher. I winced at all the scars on her stomach and how you could somewhat see her ribs. Pomfrey carefully rolled her over and gasped at the scars on her back. They were long, as if put there by a whip.
       "Oh Merlin. This is bad. I mean, the newest ones have to be two or three years old, but they are old. Tell me. Did she ever say anything about her living predicament? Or her brother's?" She looked at me worriedly and moved Harry back to her first position.
       "They both lived with their Aunt and Uncle until a few years ago when her brother moved to his Godfathers' house. She moved in two years later, then moved into her own house this week. She lives next to me now." She nodded.
       "I'm going to guess you aren't going back to class. Do I need to call your parents or do you have your own car?"
       "I've got my own. Can you tell my teachers to give Pansy Parkinson or Blaise Zabini our work? And call my mother, seeing as she has work off today and is with Leo. Father is in a Cabinet meeting." She nodded and walked into her office. A few minutes later, Granger walks in holding her nose. I glare as she sits on the bed beside Harry's. Then I remember something she said earlier.
      "Granger? What did you mean earlier when you said that Harry had switched sides in more than one way?" She stared at me, shocked, then looked at the floor.
       "It isn't really your business, unless Harry has told you. If she has, I don't know why you are sitting beside her. She is a disgusting piece of scum who should not exist." I stood up, towering over her, glaring at her icily.
       "Do you want more than just a broken nose?" she looked at me in fear, as if she was about to cry.
      "Mr. Malfoy. Please refrain from slapping the crap out of her. Your mother says you are fine to come home, as long as you don't try and get out of your chores." Granger snorted, then winced at the pain in her nose. I smirked at her and picked Harry up and carried her away to my car.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You guys wanna hear a joke? My life. Anyways, I know this is short, but whatever. Have a nice day/night/afternoon. I will update again.