AN-Seeing as my other story, Prove It is almost complete; I decided to start a new Draco/Hermione story. I wonder if this is going to become my preferred pairing. I'm usually such a hardcore Hermione/Harry shipper. Hmm. Anyway on with the story, I hope you like it.

Disclaimer-Yuppers, I own Harry Potter. Just kidding, but its fun to pretend I do. But in all honesty, I don't own Harry Potter.

Chapter 1 Cries of Pain and Calls for Help

Draco staggered down the sidewalk, clutching his sides, and gasping for breath, hissing with every breath. He didn't know where he was, all he did know was that he was far away from his father and the rest of the Death Eaters.

It was becoming harder to breath and his vision was starting to blur. Draco pulled his wand from his pocket and cast a patronus with what little strength he had left.

"Find Dumbledore or someone. Tell them, tell them I need help." Draco said, groaning as fire ripped through his ribs. He watched as the patronus flew away. His legs buckled under him and Draco was surrounded by darkness, silently screaming for help.

Hermione sat in the sitting room of Grimauld Place with Ron and Harry, reading while the two of them played yet another game of chess. The house was filled with silence as the Order had a meeting in the kitchen.

The silence didn't last long, for front door slammed open and Mrs. Black's portrait erupted, screaming profanities. Everyone came rushing into the hall, and found Mad-Eye and Lupin carrying someone who appeared to be unconscious.

"What happened," Kinglsey asked, pushing his way to the front of the group of people that gathered in the small hallway.

"Dumbledore received a patronus asking for help. He told us to follow it and we found him passed out on the sidewalk near southeast Surrey." Lupin said, adjusting his grip on the person's underarms. That's when Hermione caught a glimpse of the person's identity and gasped. It was Draco Malfoy. "He's been severely injured. A couple of his ribs are broken and he's having trouble breathing.

"Come on; let's get him to a bed." Mrs. Weasley said, getting over her shock. They carefully carried him up the stairs.

Draco groaned as the room before him came into focus. He tried to sit up and let out a cry of pain. 'Where am I,' he wondered, closing his eyes again.

"You shouldn't get up," said a voice from beside him. 'Where do I know that voice from,' he thought. Opening his eyes and turning his head in the voice's direction, Draco found Hermione sitting in chair next to his bed. He tried to sit up again, groaning yet again. "Didn't you hear me, you idiot. You shouldn't sit up. You have four broken ribs, a collapsed lung, and a serious concussion."

Draco didn't say anything as he looked up at the ceiling. His injuries were a lot worse that he thought. He got what he deserved though. Every kick and cruiatus curse that was delivered, he had asked for. But he did get off easy, he was still alive

"Where am I?" Draco asked. The room smelt musty and it was completely dark save for the lamp on the bedside table that gave a small eerie light where he could just make out Hermione's form.

"Headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix." Hermione answered. She picked up the flask of pain killing potion and helped Draco sit up enough to drink it, but when told to open his mouth, he refused. "Oh come on. Don't be a stubborn git. Drop the macho act and take the damn potion."

"What do you care, Granger? Why are you even in here?" Draco countered. Hermione paused to wonder that herself. Draco winced as he pushed the flask away and lay back down. "I'm not in any pain. I don't need it the bloody potion."

"Fine, sit here in agony! I don't care!" Hermione snapped, leaping to her feet and walking briskly out the door, slamming it shut in here wake.

AN-So how was it? Reviews make me happier than a five year old who gets candy.