A/N: So, this is the new teaser. Remarkably similar to my other one, because I really liked it, I just couldn't write it. I am having a lot more inspiration now, so I should have the actual chapter up tonight or tomorrow. Thanks for the feedback. I hope those that have reviewed already will like it just as much.
I obviously don't own it. I just play around for fun.
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Some days you just have to wonder if the world is ever going to make sense again. Or if it even really made sense to begin with. It only took a moment for Hermione Granger to know that something was very wrong with the world she knew. She'd been in Diagon Alley all day, looking for books for potions research. After school ended she'd decided her skills were best put to use in research for the coming war. Despite her proficiency in all sorts of spells, she wasn't much of a hands on fighter, although she was known to have a mean right hook. She was on her way home with her new material when she was startled by a sound coming from around the corner. Overcome by curiosity she walked toward the place the noise had come from, and discovered the last thing she'd ever expected to see. There, lying in the shadows propped against a wal,l was her worst enemy, the vindictive, self-centered, almighty Slytherin Prince beaten, and crying.
"Bloody hell!" Hermione exclaimed. "Malfoy! Malfoy what happened?" She cried as she ran across the room and knelt down beside him. When he didn't respond, just staring off into space with tears flooding down his cheeks she started to panic. "Malfoy! Say something, are you alright? Hello? Malfoy!"
"It's all my fault," he groaned softly. "All my fault, all my fault…"
"What's your fault? What happened? Come on, you need to get to the hospital."
Hermione flinched as his silent tears turned into strangled sobs and he curled up into himself, sliding farther down the wall.
"Just go away," he eventually choked out. "Just leave me alone. I don't need your help." He began to sob harder, and then whispered "I don't deserve it."
"Oh shut up, please Malfoy, either get up and come with me or I swear I will carry you myself."
"Why won't you just leave me alone? Stop being nice, you'll only get hurt. I can only hurt you. I hurt everyone."
Hermione looked at him confused as she began to feel sad. She'd never thought in a million years she'd see him so hurt, so broken. No one deserved to feel like that. "Ma-…Draco?" she said softly. "Please, let me help you."
Draco finally looked up at her and her breath caught at the pain she saw in his eyes. "Why?" He whispered, "Why do you want to help me?"
"Because, you need me."
That little phrase seemed to hit Draco harder than anything she'd said so far. "I've never needed anyone before."
"Well now you do."