Without giving away too much, Draco has just fallen off his broom on the way to see a certain redhaired witch, and Hermione, who's been on the grounds for other reasons, is unlucky enough to stumble across him... Hopefully, it's still rather amusing without all the backstory.

“Fancy seeing you here,” she said, her narrowed eyes trained on Draco as he struggled to pick himself up from the ground. He looked dazed and bruised, but far from broken.  

He looked up at her, the expression on his face halfway between a grimace and a scowl. “Granger…” he muttered, lowering his gaze.

“I’ve half a mind to call the Headmistress,” Hermione said idly, taking in the cuts and bruises marring his pasty skin. “I’d leave it up to her to decide whether to cart you off to the Hospital Ward or the dungeons.” 

“Don’t, I can explain—"

“I’d like to see you try.”

“This isn’t what it looks like…”

“Oh? Because it looks as though you were flying up to one of the Gryffindor girls’ dormitories, and given the angle of your very impressive fall, I’d wager you were aiming for the sixth years’ room. But do tell, how is it that you’re on the Hogwarts grounds at all?”  

“Current students always have access to the grounds,” he growled, testing his strength and finding it wanting.

“Ah, yes. Silly me to have forgotten,” --  then -- “Can you walk?”

“Why does it matter? I thought you were going to summon someone to come finish me off. Perhaps your misfit oaf of a friend – Hagrid?”

Hermione decided to ignore the barb. “However enticing the prospect of being rid of you once and for all is, I'd rather bring you along with me. There’s a D.A. meeting tonight, you see."

“Bring me along?! As what? 'Exhibit Number One: What We're Up Against’?” he taunted, as she gripped his arm and helped him stand.

"Hardly," she replied smoothly. "On the contrary, I think you could be of service."

He laughed, cruelly, and made to walk on his own, but the next moment, his leg had given away and he had slumped against her. "Far be it from me to quash one of your little delusions,” he said through gritted teeth.

Hermione spoke over him as she guided him up the front steps and into the Entrance Hall. "Ginny's told us all about you – what you've been through, what you've done.” Her eyebrows arched in disapproval. “But despite all that, I expect we have a fair idea of where your loyalties lie."

"I'm not a good person."

“I can vouch for that, but unpleasant though you undoubtedly are, you could be useful.”

“You must be mad or desperate.”

“Both, I’m afraid,” she said grimly. They lapsed into silence as they began their ascent to the seventh floor, Malfoy panting with the effort of relying on his injured leg. After some time had passed, she took pity on him and said, consolingly, “Only one more flight of stairs to go.”

“I know where you meet, Granger. I’m the one who nearly snagged the lot of you two years ago.”

“I haven’t forgotten,” she said, leading him up the final steps and past the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy. “You won’t be popular, so check your pretensions at the door,” she added tartly.

And if you must know, Draco Malfoy does not end up a bosom friend of Hermione, Harry, or Ron... he's still a naughty, naughty boy. (I'm sorry. I've been corrupted by too much SNL and Monty Python; everything I've written today calls back to one or the other of those...) 

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