Before you even begin, there's a few things to clarify. I started this story in '09 and recently updated it, combining some chapters, and adding a few. This story will be finished and updated regularly as of now, depending on reviews. Every review is appreciated guys, it makes me feel like what I'm writing isn't for a make believe audience.

I've combined Chapters 1 and 2 into Chapter 1, and Chapters 3 and 4 into Chapter 2. Chapter 3 is a new chapter. Sorry for any confusion, but they fit well together and the other chapters were obscenely short.

"No! Let. Me. G-! Oomph." Were the desperate words being shrieked down the hall.

Fenrir Greyback however, had no intention of letting go of this sweet and innocent brown haired teenage girl. She smelled much too delicious and her body was simply too good to be ignored.

"I don't think you're getting out of this one with your smarts, Ms. Granger." he sneered.

Hermione screamed as the werewolf ripped off her shirt, leaving a bloody gash along her stomach.

"Help! Heeeeelp! Someone pl-"

"Muffliato!"

Slowly, the werewolf ran his sharp fingernails over the girls bare, fresh cuts and down to the waistband of her pants. His fingers slipped under it and ripped open the zipper. Hermione now saw what was really going on and thrashed about, wet, hot tears streaming down her face. She held it in before, but now her hopes of someone hearing were deflated.

She whimpered as Fenrir breathed on her neck, slowly thinking out his attack. Just as he was poised to attack-

"Avada Kedavra!"

The giant beast fell on the ground next to Hermione and she screamed, dragging her limp body away as best and fast as she could. Her eyes closed and she burst into tears, sobbing now. She was too distraught to even look up and see who saved her.

"A-are you okay?" said the oddly familiar voice which she couldn't place. The boy was busy dealing with the dead body of the werewolf to look at her but once he did, he saw that much damage was done and immediately ran to the bleeding girl's side.

Hermione looked up, gasped and then screamed in pain.

"Hermione!"

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"Hermione Granger had been attacked by the Death Eater-werewolf Fenrir Greyback who recently escaped from his life sentence in Azkaban by attacking his specified guard for a wand. She was rushed to the hospital wing moments after a classmate murdered the perpetrator and helped the unconscious girl."

These were the front cover headlines of every gazette from all over the wizarding world. Draco Malfoy sighed as he glanced down at the table at the foot of Hermione's bed in the hospital wing and then looked at her again. Seeing her chest heave up and down was an odd feeling for him. He saved her because she was a human, just like him, no matter her blood status, friends or personal relationship with him. Yet now, visiting her everyday for the past week ...it's the highlight of his day to see her rosy cheeks. Although, he only wished he could look into those beautiful, sparkling and warm brown eyes.

What was he thinking?

She was a mud-, a muggle born and he was thinking of her as if those big, innocent eyes looking up at him were his sole reason for living. Oh my god, they were looking at me. Immediately, he newspaper slid off the table mysteriously and he picked it up, turned on his heel and almost ran out of the hospital wing.

"Wait!" Hermione's raspy voice pleaded.

He turned around and faced her, not making any advances to move closer.

"What do you want, Granger?" He sneered, his eyes narrowing.

Hers only got bigger and they looked like the moisture in them was going to spill over.

"I-I, I was just ...wondering, uhm, Mal-, Draco, it was you who saved me right?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

He took a step closer and the sinister look on his face began to fade away, unwillingly.

"Yeah, what's it to ya?"

"Draco, y-you saved my life."

"I know. What was I supposed to do? Let him finish you off?"

"No, I meant- thank you. You really could've walked away or something and it was really very... generous... of you to do this."

His demeanor changed and he leaned against the foot of her bed with a surprised look on his face. These words were coming out of the mouth of a girl who had always shouted unpleasantries his way. These round eyes were looking at him in gratitude after 7 years of narrowness. Her helpless, torn body was becoming healthy again because of him, after she had punched him in the eye with a wand a few years ago. None of that seemed to matter right now. He had saved her life and he was expecting maybe no hexes thrown his way, but a thank you wasn't anywhere near his low expectations.

"I, uh, you're welcome." Draco said uncertainly.

His pale blue eyes blinked several times before his lips curved into a sincere smile in the direction of the broken, yet brilliant girl. Her eyes opened even wider, not that he thought it was even possible with the amount of times they got bigger in the past minute or so, and she gave him a big smile.

"You know, maybe I was wrong about you."

"Oh, how's that? One act from the kindness of my heart in your direction and I'm a healer at St. Mungo's in your book?" he said, with a little more sneer than intended.

"No, no, of course not. It's just... well it was more than one act. I, uh, I heard you come in here a few times, asking Madam Pomfrey how I was," Hermione said, blushing deeply and looking down while pulling herself into a sitting position and wincing slightly.

Malfoy was immediately at her side, helping her up and adjusting her pillows after that wince and he looked down at his hands, abashed, before taking a step back. Hermione's expression changed from shock, to pleasant surprise to another big smile in the boy's direction. Initially she froze when she felt him near, but now those few seconds of closeness were gone and she felt weirdly deprived of something.

"Sorry, uh, you sounded like you were in pain or something and I..." Draco mumbled, more to his shoes than Hermione.

"No, no, ugh, it's fine, great actually. You could take a seat here," she said, patting her hand on the bed next to her and beckoning him with her eyes. "No, really, c'mon."

Draco took a second, then sat down and that was that. A conversation started, which lasted for hours. Not only did he end up missing all his classes for the day, getting several detentions and getting kicked out for keeping her company even after hours, he got to hear her tinkling laugh. No, he got to make her laugh. After seeing her mangled and about to be invaded by a man who disgusted her, then seeing her pale and deadly on a bed for days, her merry, brown eyes invited him, her red lips kept him hypnotized as they zoomed out tons and tons of words, her flushed cheeks were a sign of her happiness and that's all he needed for his. Everything she said was saintly, every time she laughed his heart rose, and it jumped when they're eyes locked for several seconds at a time. This wasn't a one time thing either. The girl kept him interested and he kept finding himself eating with her, doing his homework while she caught up with hers, and getting very close to almost sleeping with her. Well, in the same room as her.

He, Draco Malfoy, has made his enemy one of the most prominent things in his life. And he didn't regret it.

A/N: So don't hate me, but originally I was going to leave you guys with a cliffy, wondering what was going to happen to the injured Hermione. But here you go, I combined two of the first chapters as it helps propel the story forward. Looking forward to feedback!