A/N: Ive had this story running around in my head for awhile and finally decided I needed to get it out. I know I have other fics that have been pretty much abandoned, hopefully this one will make up for that. I will update as often as possible, most parts will be short and sweet like this one. Please leave me some reviews and maybe it will inspire me to get more parts out quicker!
The Cover Up by HPFangirl71
He looked at her and saw tears glistening within her brown eyes. She hadn't heard him enter the room just yet. He looked at the bruise partially covering her cheek and a part of him seethed with rage. It angered him to see her so vulnerable, even she didn't deserve to be treated this way. He stepped lightly toward her, not wanting to startle her accidentally.
"Are you okay Granger?" he whispered as he kneeled down in front of her.
She looked up into his silver grey eyes and saw that he was looking at her with compassion. How could this be? He was Draco Malfoy and he hated her. He didn't usually feel anything but bitter animosity toward her. Yet here he was, offering up his help and understanding.
"I'm fine…" she said shakily, wiping the tears from her eyes.
She stood up and he laid a hand on her arm to help her. His kindness caught her off guard and she froze for just a moment. She thought of telling him, telling him about all the secrets she kept to protect Ron, her husband. She thought of confessing it all to him but something inside stopped her. It was pride and shame, this was Malfoy and he had done horrible things to her as well, he couldn't be her hero anymore than Salazar Slytherin himself.
"That bruise on your face doesn't look very fine to me." he said with a grimace.
He reached out and touched the reddening welt. She winced, not because it hurt but because she was frightened. She could not have him finding out what had happened. This was her mess and she would handle it, just as she had the last 5 yrs. She didn't need anyone's help.
"It's nothing… I banged myself on the lift door… it was foolish really." she said with a forced chuckle.
He looked at her once again and felt the anger seething up within. Why was she covering for him? He knew it was the weasel doing this to her, so why couldn't she just admit it to him? He watched as she fixed herself up with a glamoring charm. He wondered just how many of those she had worn without anyone knowing it. He wanted to wring the neck of that creep husband of hers but knew she wouldn't thank him for doing so.
"Well, I'll just leave you alone then." he replied helplessly.
He was about to leave the Ministry break room when he felt her hand upon his sleeve. He turned to look at her and saw a glimmer of something there, not the disgust he usually saw when she looked at him. Her faintly uttered thank you tore at him as he quickly exited the door.
