Just Breathe~Dramione

Malfoy.

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A/N: Mostly Draco's viewpoint.

Draco was laying on his bed as he did his homework. Granger just didn't seem to know you take kindness where you can get it. Granted he probably wouldn't have taken not from himself either. Sitting so close to her earlier made him see noticeable differences that occurred over the years. Her frizzy hair was now perky curls and lighter more of a dirty blonde, she was taller, her teeth were straighter, and her eyes were no longer a muddy brown but they were lighter with bits of gold in them; and with a startling realisation he thought, she's beautiful.

He remembered the buck tooth, frizzy haired, know it all in the first year and chuckled to himself. She was still a know it all but at least now he could compete academically. Draco dozed off a few minutes later thinking about the girl downstairs.

The next morning he woke up and took a shower. His hair was ruffled and damp from being dried with the towel. He buttoned up his shirt as he walked down to the common room and saw the one and only Gryffindor Princess asleep on the floor. Her tank top strap was hanging off her shoulder leaving it bare and exposed, he stared at it longer than he should have. Her hair was sprawled across her face and his fingers itched to move it, but then he silently scolded himself, he couldn't forget who this was. This girl wasn't just some bird, this was Granger of all people. He put his scowl back on and snapped,"Granger, get up!"

Her eyes shot open and she pushed herself up looking dazed. She looked around and her eyes widened and she checked her watch. "Shit." Granger jumped up and ran to her room. Draco hid a smile, the star student was running late.

He strolled down to the Great Hall for breakfast and ate his eggs and sausage. About ten minutes later he saw Granger come running into the hall and collapsed next two Potter and Weasel and the Weaselette. Her hair was pulled halfway up, showing off her face and making her eyes look bigger than they already were giving them a doll-like look to them.

"Draco! Have you been listening to anything I've been saying?" A nasal voice whined in her ear.

"Of course not." He shook off Pansy and go up and walked over to the Gryffindor table. The Golden Trio and the majority of the Great Hall turned and looked at him as the Slytherin Prince approached the Gryffindor table. The hall was silent and the small group sounded loud in the absence of the talking.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" Potter asked glaring at Draco.

Draco snarled back at him, "I've come to take what belongs to me," Draco grabbed Granger's wrist and pulled her up. "Mudblood or not, she belongs to Slytherin now!" He picked up her books and walked away dragging the witch behind him.

Once back at his seat he put her books down. The murmuring and whispers filled the hall. "Malfoy, you can let me go now so I can sit down." She said irritably and went to pull her arm away, trying to pull herself away. His hand slipped down her wrist and before he could regain his grip on her wrist his hand closed around hers. He ignored the feeling of holding her hand, and how soft they were against his calloused ones, he forced his eyes to remain cold and he yanked her arm and made her sit next to him. He didn't let go just yet though, he pulled her closer to him and their faces were inches apart and he could see the gold glittering in her eyes.

"I'm going to have you sit next to me to keep an eye on you," he said quietly then let go of her hand and went back to his breakfast. He felt her friends' eyes on him, and no doubt Weasel's face was turning purple and smoke was coming out of him like a steam engine. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her edge away from him a couple inches and begin her breakfast.

Pansy stared at him angrily. He knew he was going to get another earful later about Granger, but she was like his own whipping boy or girl in this case. Whenever he gets pissed off he can just go call her a mudblood or make fun of her friends, it always made happier. Class started and charms was boring, per usual. He slept through half of it and stared discreetly at Granger for the rest of it. Next was Transfiguration, still bored he pretended to work. Arithmetic, boring.

Lunch arrived and Malfoy made his way down to the Quidditch field, he flew around on his broom to get a blast of fresh air feeling freedom with every foot off the ground he got. It was sleeting and the mush made it hard to handle his broom. He was hundreds of feet of the ground and he looked down and saw a speck on the field, Granger. He was about twenty or thirty feet off the ground when he went to shift his handling on the broom his hands slipped and he fell off his broom. He hated the feeling of falling, his stomach went into his chest and his heart into his throat so he couldn't scream.

Hermione looked up in surprise as Malfoy came hurtling towards her his head slammed into hers and for the second time that week her world went dark.

Draco woke up in the infirmary with Blaise relaxing next to him in a chair. A couple beds away was Hermione with the Weasel and Potter at her bedside. "What happened?" Draco asked his head was pounding and his whole body ached.

"Glad you're up, mate," Blaise said leaning forward in his chair. "And I could ask you the same thing."

"Some third year found you on top of Granger on the Quidditch field, both of you were unconscious."

It all came back to him, "Oh, I fell off my broom. All the sleet made it hard to grip and I sorta used Granger as a landing pad."

The Weasel was sending dirty looks from across the infirmary but he was too stupid to be an actual threat, always having to rely on Granger and Potter to protect him. Finally, Madam Pomfery declared visiting hours were over, she checked up on Granger every half an hour. After the fifth check up Madam Pomfery dozed off at her desk and Draco got up and shuffled over a couple beds until he was beside her. She looked awful. Sickly and a dark bruise and small cut coloured her forehead, she was softly breathing and Draco felt bad, he shouldn't have been flying in that weather without gloves to grip his broom.

Alone in the infirmary, Draco was able to freely stare at her closely, tentatively he took her limp hand and held it, his thumb rubbed small circles on her hand. He was anxious, what if she never woke up? He was looking intently at her and saw that her lashes were longer than he allowed himself to notice and her lips had taken on a pouty look to them, making them look soft and kissable. Draco felt guilty when he slightly hoped she would have permanent amnesia, he could get a fresh start.

Hermione smelled sweat and mint. It was distinctly male, but it didn't smell like Harry or Ron. She opened her eyes trying to ignore the banging in her head, she looked around, she was in the infirmary and Draco Malfoy was sleeping soundly next to her, snoring slightly. He had a nasty bruise on his forehead. Hermione grasped to think of the last thing she remembered. She had eaten lunch and was at the Quidditch field then everything was blank. What had happened?