Hermione ran after Draco, trying to keep up with his rapid pace.

"Malfoy!"

"Malfoy!" He ignored her completely, leaving her in the dust. Hermione grit her teeth and followed. Whatever she had to say could probably wait at least a century.

Malfoy shoved a pair of first years out of his way, leaving her to apologize in his wake.

Make that two centuries.

The bell rang eleven, and Hermione tore headlong down the stairs, barely able to see Malfoy's blonde head in front of her. Now they would be late, and it would be all her fault... Like everything as of late.

Malfoy slammed into Professor McGonagall's office, sitting in a chair without bothering to shut the door. Hermione skidded in after him, bringing with her an aura of extreme anxiety.

Porfessor McGonagall looked between the two with a skeptical expression on her severe features.

"Mister Malfoy, Miss Granger, I trust that next time you will enter my office with an air of authority, not the airs of a first-year" Malfoy snorted. McGonagall narrowed her eyes. Hermione quietly took a seat.

"I have called you here today to request that you take on an extra patrol together, the head boy of Hufflepuff has contracted a infectious disease and will be out of commission for at least a few weeks. You will patrol together. I trust you can handle this"

Malfoy and Hermione nodded.

"Good, that is all I require of you, your extra hours will be delivered by owl. Miss Granger, please stay a moment, Mr. Malfoy, you are free to go"

Hermione sat fidgeting as Malfoy left. She saw him shoot her a quizzical look as he walked out, but kept her face blank. McGonagall leaned forwards.

"How are you, Hermione?"

"Fine, Professor" The two women stared at each other across the desk.

"I heard of your... separation from Mr. Weasley. I trust things are being handled maturely?"

Hermione thought back to the screaming match earlier in the week.

"Yes, Professor"

Their way of handling things wasn't exactly mature, but it worked. She barely saw Ron, which made her life easier.

Professor McGonagall looked as if she had something else to say, but she was interrupted by a knock at the door.

"You may go, Miss Granger. I will see you Monday" Hermione got up and left, but not before tripping over the chair, causing her ankle to wrench under her. Despite the Professor's worried glance in her direction, Hermione picked herself back up and limped out of the office.

Hermione almost ran smack into Malfoy as she exited the office, teetering off balance with a cry of pain as she leaned on her bad ankle. Lucky for her, Malfoy had good reflexes, and he reached out to steady her before her ankle could be sprained more.

"Are you all right?" He asked, letting Hermione go.

"I tripped, that's all" She replied, limping past the Slytherin. He followed her.

"What did the professor want?" He asked, walking just behind Hermione.

"She asked me about things with Ron and-... wait, why am I even telling you this?" She rambled, waving her hand in his direction. Malfoy caught up to her side as she paused to lean against the corridor wall. Her ankle was throbbing horribly.

"Are you sure you're all right?" Malfoy asked. Hermione looked up into his silver eyes, realizing their close proximity.

"I-" She squeaked.

Then promptly fainted.