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may own a few things, but not in this chapter.
A/N I was going to start this earlier in the plot, but decided to add in details as it goes along. Incase you need it, Its the summer before 7th year, and Hermione and her parents have moved. However, their new house is in the same neighborhood as the Malfoy's, who are enraged about Muggles living near them. Well, that is everyone except Draco. He has his own thoughts, which Hermione soon finds out.
Title: Forgiving the Hungry Tiger
Summary: It's the summer of their 7th year, and Hermione and Draco soon find themselves in uncomfortable situations. Starts out in the woods with Draco hurt and only Herm to help him. Easy place for love, except Herm has a b/f and Draco has.... well,...an obsessed stalker. Please R/R
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CHAPTER ONE- Trouble
Hermione looked around, taking in the sight so she wouldn't get lost. She turned back to the path, and guessed the right path would take her where she wanted. She walked slowly, afraid to stumble, but wanting to get where she was going as quick as possible. She jumped slightly when she heard an owl hoot. It wasn't that dark, but dark enough so she couldn't see that well. She gripped her sweater closer to herself, fighting the chills, which were strange for the summer. Suddenly, Hermione heard a sound. She froze on the path and listened. She heard leaves rustling to her left. She stayed as still as a statue until the noise had passed. Hermione gulped, and wondered to herself why she was here.
Draco. She was here for Draco. But why? Why did she care about him, she thought to herself as she started on the path again. He had always been mean to her, so why should she do him a favor? Hermione shivered slightly as a cool breeze blew past her, howling in her ear. She spun around when she heard a twig snap behind her. Someone was following her. Hermione trembled in fear. She slowly took a few steps back, looking where the sound had come from. Suddenly, her elbow touched skin. She spun around quickly, and knocked whatever, or whoever, it was down a hill. The body rolled down, hitting all kinds of rocks and branches on the way down. Hermione winced between fear for the person, and fear of them, as she watched them fall. Quite suddenly, they stopped falling and landed with a thump on the ground below. Hermione heard a sickening crack in the still night. The person yelled out in pain, then she heard heavy breathing.
"What the hell did you do that for, and who the hell are you?" A familiar voice asked, a tone mixed with anger and pain. Hermione gasped silently. Draco.
"Oh my gosh, Draco, I'm so sorry. I didn't know it was you. You startled me." Hermione said, starting her climb down the steep hill Draco had just fallen down.
Draco squinted into the darkness at the figure walking towards him. His mouth filled with spite when he saw who it was. Granger. He spit onto the ground next to him, wincing slightly at the incredible pain in his left leg. He didn't dare look at it, hearing the crunch he knew was his bone. He wanted to cry in pain, to not hold anything back. But he couldn't. Not with that Mudblood watching.
Hermione reached flat ground and looked up, glancing more closely at Draco. She gasped suddenly, and tried not to throw up or cry out. Draco had apparently landed on his leg, putting too much weight on it. His knee was bent the wrong way, and his leg hung loosely on the ground. She could see pain in Draco's eyes, but not on his face.
"Draco. Oh my gosh-" She managed to whisper. Draco winced a little.
"Look, you filthy Mudblood, what the hell are you doing here?" He asked. Any sympathy Hermione had for him left her. She stood up straight.
"Look Malfoy-" She hissed Malfoy as though it made her sick. " For your information, I over heard you talking. I came here to stop you from killing yourself." She stammered, sympathy coming back for a second. However, he vanished it quickly by laughing.
"You? Try to save me?" Draco said, amusement in his voice. "Well, a lot of good that did. I would have been better off if you didn't come. I would have left everything, and made your life a little bit better. Besides, what makes you think you would have been able to stop me?" He tried to smirk, but his mouth only twitched with pain. The maternal side of Hermione took over.
"Look, Draco, I want to be here as much as you do, but we can't change the past. Now look, your leg is really broken, and you are obviously in a lot of pain. I might be able to help. Do you have your wand?" She asked. A wave of confusion swept over Draco's pain stricken face.
"What about your wand?" He asked. Hermione blushed slightly. Luckily, it was dark though, so Draco didn't notice.
"I, er, kind of left it at home." She whispered, embarrassed. Draco snorted.
"Great. I'm supposed to be taking help from someone who forgets their wand. Do me a favor and don't touch me." Draco sneered, amused even in his pain.
"Shut up Draco! Look, do you have your wand or not?" Hermione asked, getting annoyed. Draco tilted his head to the side, pointing to his right.
"It's in my side pocket. I can't really reach it, though." He said, regretting it. Hermione swallowed, then slowly walked closer to him. He looked up at her, then back down, closing his eyes. She knelt down and moved his robes around. She found his pocket and stuck her hand in, grabbing his wand. She pulled it out quickly. Her heart sunk into her stomach. Draco wasn't looking, but from the silence, he knew what had happened. The wand was mangled, bent in all the wrong places. He must have landed on it while he fell. Hermione was amazed to see that it hadn't snapped. It was spitting out little red sparks, and was making a small hissing noise. Hermione felt Draco sigh beside her. Hermione cleared her throat.
"Well.." She said, doubting weither it would work or not. "We could always try it any way. When Ron's wand broke-" She started, but Draco cut her short.
"No. It's to big or a risk. I personally don't want to take the chance that my leg might vanish or something. No, we can't use it." He said, and looked up into her eyes. Their faces weren't that far away, and looking into Draco's eyes, Hermione could see pain. She backed away and looked at his leg. She swallowed to keep herself from vomiting. She gently touched it, but he trembled in pain. She bit her bottom lip and looked at him.
"Draco, I might be able to keep it steady until we can get you some better help, but it might hurt." She said, looking into his eyes. Draco swallowed and let his head roll backwards. He looked up into the sky, which was hard to see because of the trees in the way. His head was swarming, and he wanted to cry. He sighed a heavy sigh and looked back at her. She was now looking back at his leg, her face expressing concern.
"What can you do?" He asked quietly, his voice barley a whisper. Hermione looked up at him in surprise. There was a eerie silence between the two for a minute, the two looking deep into each's eyes. Hermione felt pity for him. She looked back at his leg.
"Well, if I can find some kind of branches or something, I could make a makeshift splint, but I would have to move your leg." She said, still looking at his leg. She glanced a look at Draco, who was grinning a sickening grin. He looked as though he was going to puke.
"You know how to make a splint?" He asked. Hermione furrowed her brow as she looked at him.
"Look, do you want me to or not?" She asked. Draco's half grin disappeared and he was silent. Hermione could almost feel what he was thinking. Finally, Draco spoke.
"You should get the stuff you need then. Before it gets any darker." Hermione nodded and got up to get some stuff. She left Draco alone. He sat silently, gritting his teeth in pain.
'Of all the people in the world, why did it have to be her?' Draco thought. Hermione, the teachers pet, annoying mudblood, friends of the famous Harry Potter and poor Ron Weasly, enemy of Draco himself, was the only one who cared weither he lived or died. Draco felt his mouth filling with blood, so he spit to the side. The red blood shimmered in the moonlight.
Draco felt around his gums with his tongue, finding he had bitten it in his fall. Luckily, he hadn't bitten it off, but it was cut. Also, a few spots on his gums were bleeding. He carefully placed a hand on the back of his neck, and pulled it away to find blood resting on his fingers. He was over all pretty beat up. Draco sighed. He couldn't do anything. His arm was hurting dreadfully, and although he was sure it wasn't broken, he winced everytime it moved. Suddenly a thought popped into Draco's head. He grimaced in disgust. Hermione would have to help him. He knew she would have to cover up all the bleeding spots, or else he could possible die from loss of blood. The thought of Hermione, that Mudblood, touching his bare skin made him sick, but at the same time made him shiver.
Hermione startled him by coming out from behind a bush. She didn't see him jump, and he was thankful for that. She looked up when she had unhooked her pant leg from a thorn and walked over to him. Her arms were full of stuff, and she seemed to ignore the fact that a large earwig was crawling along a piece of bark. She was within reach of him, so he stuck out his good arm and brushed away the bug, which was headed towards her arm. Hermione was so deep in thought she didn't notice. Draco sighed and leaned back. She heard his sigh.
"What's wrong?" She asked. Draco was surprised she heard him. He shook his head and Hermione shrugged. She knelt down again by his leg and spread her objects in a pile next to her. She sorted through them and grabbed two large slabs of bark. She placed them next to her and looked again through the pile. Draco noticed she had a shirt next to her. He guessed she had been wearing that under her sweater, but had taken it off. He knew what she was going to do with it.
Hermione finished getting her supplies, and looked at Draco. He seemed unafraid, and in less pain. She felt sorry for him. She swallowed again to get the lump out of her throat and spoke.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" She asked. He just nodded. Hermione sighed and nodded to assure herself. She looked back at his leg and gently placed her hands on it. She felt Draco move beneath her.
"Ok, now I'm going to move it quickly. Just hold on." She said, but it barley came out. Draco, however, heard her. He braced himself. He closed his eyes. Hermione, carefully, but quickly moved his leg back in place. Draco felt a soaring jolt of pain sweep over him from his leg to his head. He yelled out in pain. The last thing he saw was Hermione's worried face, then everything went black.
A/N I was going to start this earlier in the plot, but decided to add in details as it goes along. Incase you need it, Its the summer before 7th year, and Hermione and her parents have moved. However, their new house is in the same neighborhood as the Malfoy's, who are enraged about Muggles living near them. Well, that is everyone except Draco. He has his own thoughts, which Hermione soon finds out.
Title: Forgiving the Hungry Tiger
Summary: It's the summer of their 7th year, and Hermione and Draco soon find themselves in uncomfortable situations. Starts out in the woods with Draco hurt and only Herm to help him. Easy place for love, except Herm has a b/f and Draco has.... well,...an obsessed stalker. Please R/R
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CHAPTER ONE- Trouble
Hermione looked around, taking in the sight so she wouldn't get lost. She turned back to the path, and guessed the right path would take her where she wanted. She walked slowly, afraid to stumble, but wanting to get where she was going as quick as possible. She jumped slightly when she heard an owl hoot. It wasn't that dark, but dark enough so she couldn't see that well. She gripped her sweater closer to herself, fighting the chills, which were strange for the summer. Suddenly, Hermione heard a sound. She froze on the path and listened. She heard leaves rustling to her left. She stayed as still as a statue until the noise had passed. Hermione gulped, and wondered to herself why she was here.
Draco. She was here for Draco. But why? Why did she care about him, she thought to herself as she started on the path again. He had always been mean to her, so why should she do him a favor? Hermione shivered slightly as a cool breeze blew past her, howling in her ear. She spun around when she heard a twig snap behind her. Someone was following her. Hermione trembled in fear. She slowly took a few steps back, looking where the sound had come from. Suddenly, her elbow touched skin. She spun around quickly, and knocked whatever, or whoever, it was down a hill. The body rolled down, hitting all kinds of rocks and branches on the way down. Hermione winced between fear for the person, and fear of them, as she watched them fall. Quite suddenly, they stopped falling and landed with a thump on the ground below. Hermione heard a sickening crack in the still night. The person yelled out in pain, then she heard heavy breathing.
"What the hell did you do that for, and who the hell are you?" A familiar voice asked, a tone mixed with anger and pain. Hermione gasped silently. Draco.
"Oh my gosh, Draco, I'm so sorry. I didn't know it was you. You startled me." Hermione said, starting her climb down the steep hill Draco had just fallen down.
Draco squinted into the darkness at the figure walking towards him. His mouth filled with spite when he saw who it was. Granger. He spit onto the ground next to him, wincing slightly at the incredible pain in his left leg. He didn't dare look at it, hearing the crunch he knew was his bone. He wanted to cry in pain, to not hold anything back. But he couldn't. Not with that Mudblood watching.
Hermione reached flat ground and looked up, glancing more closely at Draco. She gasped suddenly, and tried not to throw up or cry out. Draco had apparently landed on his leg, putting too much weight on it. His knee was bent the wrong way, and his leg hung loosely on the ground. She could see pain in Draco's eyes, but not on his face.
"Draco. Oh my gosh-" She managed to whisper. Draco winced a little.
"Look, you filthy Mudblood, what the hell are you doing here?" He asked. Any sympathy Hermione had for him left her. She stood up straight.
"Look Malfoy-" She hissed Malfoy as though it made her sick. " For your information, I over heard you talking. I came here to stop you from killing yourself." She stammered, sympathy coming back for a second. However, he vanished it quickly by laughing.
"You? Try to save me?" Draco said, amusement in his voice. "Well, a lot of good that did. I would have been better off if you didn't come. I would have left everything, and made your life a little bit better. Besides, what makes you think you would have been able to stop me?" He tried to smirk, but his mouth only twitched with pain. The maternal side of Hermione took over.
"Look, Draco, I want to be here as much as you do, but we can't change the past. Now look, your leg is really broken, and you are obviously in a lot of pain. I might be able to help. Do you have your wand?" She asked. A wave of confusion swept over Draco's pain stricken face.
"What about your wand?" He asked. Hermione blushed slightly. Luckily, it was dark though, so Draco didn't notice.
"I, er, kind of left it at home." She whispered, embarrassed. Draco snorted.
"Great. I'm supposed to be taking help from someone who forgets their wand. Do me a favor and don't touch me." Draco sneered, amused even in his pain.
"Shut up Draco! Look, do you have your wand or not?" Hermione asked, getting annoyed. Draco tilted his head to the side, pointing to his right.
"It's in my side pocket. I can't really reach it, though." He said, regretting it. Hermione swallowed, then slowly walked closer to him. He looked up at her, then back down, closing his eyes. She knelt down and moved his robes around. She found his pocket and stuck her hand in, grabbing his wand. She pulled it out quickly. Her heart sunk into her stomach. Draco wasn't looking, but from the silence, he knew what had happened. The wand was mangled, bent in all the wrong places. He must have landed on it while he fell. Hermione was amazed to see that it hadn't snapped. It was spitting out little red sparks, and was making a small hissing noise. Hermione felt Draco sigh beside her. Hermione cleared her throat.
"Well.." She said, doubting weither it would work or not. "We could always try it any way. When Ron's wand broke-" She started, but Draco cut her short.
"No. It's to big or a risk. I personally don't want to take the chance that my leg might vanish or something. No, we can't use it." He said, and looked up into her eyes. Their faces weren't that far away, and looking into Draco's eyes, Hermione could see pain. She backed away and looked at his leg. She swallowed to keep herself from vomiting. She gently touched it, but he trembled in pain. She bit her bottom lip and looked at him.
"Draco, I might be able to keep it steady until we can get you some better help, but it might hurt." She said, looking into his eyes. Draco swallowed and let his head roll backwards. He looked up into the sky, which was hard to see because of the trees in the way. His head was swarming, and he wanted to cry. He sighed a heavy sigh and looked back at her. She was now looking back at his leg, her face expressing concern.
"What can you do?" He asked quietly, his voice barley a whisper. Hermione looked up at him in surprise. There was a eerie silence between the two for a minute, the two looking deep into each's eyes. Hermione felt pity for him. She looked back at his leg.
"Well, if I can find some kind of branches or something, I could make a makeshift splint, but I would have to move your leg." She said, still looking at his leg. She glanced a look at Draco, who was grinning a sickening grin. He looked as though he was going to puke.
"You know how to make a splint?" He asked. Hermione furrowed her brow as she looked at him.
"Look, do you want me to or not?" She asked. Draco's half grin disappeared and he was silent. Hermione could almost feel what he was thinking. Finally, Draco spoke.
"You should get the stuff you need then. Before it gets any darker." Hermione nodded and got up to get some stuff. She left Draco alone. He sat silently, gritting his teeth in pain.
'Of all the people in the world, why did it have to be her?' Draco thought. Hermione, the teachers pet, annoying mudblood, friends of the famous Harry Potter and poor Ron Weasly, enemy of Draco himself, was the only one who cared weither he lived or died. Draco felt his mouth filling with blood, so he spit to the side. The red blood shimmered in the moonlight.
Draco felt around his gums with his tongue, finding he had bitten it in his fall. Luckily, he hadn't bitten it off, but it was cut. Also, a few spots on his gums were bleeding. He carefully placed a hand on the back of his neck, and pulled it away to find blood resting on his fingers. He was over all pretty beat up. Draco sighed. He couldn't do anything. His arm was hurting dreadfully, and although he was sure it wasn't broken, he winced everytime it moved. Suddenly a thought popped into Draco's head. He grimaced in disgust. Hermione would have to help him. He knew she would have to cover up all the bleeding spots, or else he could possible die from loss of blood. The thought of Hermione, that Mudblood, touching his bare skin made him sick, but at the same time made him shiver.
Hermione startled him by coming out from behind a bush. She didn't see him jump, and he was thankful for that. She looked up when she had unhooked her pant leg from a thorn and walked over to him. Her arms were full of stuff, and she seemed to ignore the fact that a large earwig was crawling along a piece of bark. She was within reach of him, so he stuck out his good arm and brushed away the bug, which was headed towards her arm. Hermione was so deep in thought she didn't notice. Draco sighed and leaned back. She heard his sigh.
"What's wrong?" She asked. Draco was surprised she heard him. He shook his head and Hermione shrugged. She knelt down again by his leg and spread her objects in a pile next to her. She sorted through them and grabbed two large slabs of bark. She placed them next to her and looked again through the pile. Draco noticed she had a shirt next to her. He guessed she had been wearing that under her sweater, but had taken it off. He knew what she was going to do with it.
Hermione finished getting her supplies, and looked at Draco. He seemed unafraid, and in less pain. She felt sorry for him. She swallowed again to get the lump out of her throat and spoke.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" She asked. He just nodded. Hermione sighed and nodded to assure herself. She looked back at his leg and gently placed her hands on it. She felt Draco move beneath her.
"Ok, now I'm going to move it quickly. Just hold on." She said, but it barley came out. Draco, however, heard her. He braced himself. He closed his eyes. Hermione, carefully, but quickly moved his leg back in place. Draco felt a soaring jolt of pain sweep over him from his leg to his head. He yelled out in pain. The last thing he saw was Hermione's worried face, then everything went black.