Characters are not mine, if they were Draco would be mine.
This was originally written by me, but wild wolf free17 typed it up and helped me make it better.
Warnings: mentions of character death; D/G; and if laughing causes you pain, do not read.
this is so funkataed!
She walked down the street, wondering what to do now. She couldn't go back home; they would never forgive her. She didn't think they could. (They never did.) She could think of only one person that would ever even consider helping her.
She got on a bus and rode for three days. When she got to his house it was raining; the weather reflected her mood. She knocked on the door and waited.
He opened it and looked her. Her head hung low. She couldn't meet his eyes. He stared at her for a minute, and then she raised her head. As soon as she saw those silver-ice blue eyes, she whispered, "I need help."
In the back of her mind, she had expected him to slam the door in her face. But he didn't. In his eyes—eyes once filled with rage, hate, and arrogance—she saw understanding and... and kindness.
He told her to come inside, and she did. He asked her what was so wrong, that she would come to him, and no one else.
Shame and despair colored her voice as she told him, "I've done something horrible, very horrible, and I need help."
He smirked a little, and replied, "Well, I know you need help, my dear. You've already said that."
She smiled, a tiny smile, and chuckled. "What do need help with?" he asked, gently.
She looked away. "I need help sorting my life." she responded, in a small voice. "I don't... I don't know what happened. I used to be the perfect girl; never in trouble, never losing my temper, always kind and considerate, always had the answer. Then I... I killed him. I killed him! I didn't mean to. He just... he made me angry. So angry. I... I lunged at him, and grabbed his neck. It was so fast... when I turned around, they all stared at me. They couldn't believe it. Neither could I. Then, after I realized what had happened, I ran. I couldn't stay and face them; already I could see the rage and hate in their eyes. I tried to get jobs, but no one would hire me. Everyone heard what I did. I was surprised no one arrested me. I don't think I would have minded if they had. I decided to come here. You've gone through what I have, so I thought... I thought you would understand."
He hadn't said a word, just listened. He had heard all this, on the radio, in the newspaper. He looked at her, as she stared at the floor. They didn't speak for several minutes. Then she asked, "Will you help me, Draco?"
He looked at her with soft, gentle, understanding eyes and answered, "I'll do the best I can, Hermione."