Unexpected Love

A/N: yes, I know the title sucks. Just needed one to use for now.. If you actually read this and get a title. REVIEW and tell me, and I will most likely use it cause I've got nothing. I know this isn't a very long chapter; it's just the prologue. Also, I am not a very good author AT ALL. So if you see anything that could be said better in a different way, review and tell me. I know I'm not very good, I just really like Dramione and I wanted my own mushy, violent, and whatever else story out there. Soooooo yeah I'm done rambling now. PLEASE READ!!

Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters, the wonderful J.K Rowling does. So, anything you recognize is not mine.  However, if I did own Harry Potter, I would have Draco Malfoy as a slave, and he would love me unconditionally. :P I am making no money off this story.

Prologue

Draco's POV

"Yes Father." Draco Malfoy bowed and left the room, as quickly as he could without running. The Dark Lord Voldemort had ordered Draco to accompany fellow Death Eaters Avery and Dolohov on a raid to the house of a mudblood girl and her muggle family. He went to his plain white, expressionless room, grabbed his wand, cloak, and mask, and apparated to the meeting point.

Nodding at the other two Death Eaters, he surveyed the house they were assigned to raid. It was a plain, muggle sort of house, white with red shutters, placed in the middle of a suburb.

"Ready?" Avery strode forward and blasted open the door, Dolohov right behind. Draco wondered if the poor girl actually did anything to Voldemort, or if it was only her blood status. Likely the latter. Walking into the house, he almost tripped over the dead body of a man- likely the girl's father. His eyes were open, and empty, staring at the ceiling, the ghost of his final scream still etched on his face.

Draco forced himself to look away and stepped over the body, making sure to kick it as he did- he has to keep up the image of a Death Eater, after all. He found Avery in the living room using the Cruciatus Curse on a middle-aged woman with bright red hair. As she screamed and twisted on the floor, Avery just laughed and laughed. Once again, Draco felt a twinge of disgust at the cruelty of the Death Eaters. He saw Dolohov walking down the narrow hallway, looking for the girl.

"We know you're 'ere, Poppet!"

(A/N YAY Pirates!! Okay sorry had to use that line though :])

Draco watched as he crept down the hall, checking every cabinet and room with no success. The last room in the hall was a bedroom, walls painted yellow, with pictures and posters of muggle movie stars and celebrities. Following Dolohov, he opened the closet in the room, and out tumbled a 13 year-old girl.

"Well Hello!" Dolohov exclaimed, kicking at her side. She yelped, grabbing her side, and rolled over on the floor, trying to avoid him. "Ooh Feisty!! Whadda ya say, Malfoy? Should we have a little fun with this one before we rid the world of her filthy existence?" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, and Draco had to restrain himself from puking.

Forcing a smirk on his face, he nodded. "But of course, Dolohov. What else is a stupid mudblood bitch good for?"

The moment Dolohov looked away from him and back at the girl, Draco grabbed his wand and wrote in the air.

'When I say go, RUN!!'

The girl nodded, just the smallest movement, but she was clearly relieved. When she looked back at Dolohov, who was currently advancing on her menacingly, she had a determined glint in her eye. When he got near enough, she set her jaw, looked him right in the eyes, and spit in his face.

"Why you LITTLE-"

Draco was sick of it. He was done torturing innocent people just to please his father; he was done taking orders from Voldemort. He didn't care what happened to him now, he just wanted the girl and her mum to get away safely, hopefully remotely unharmed. He shot a Jellylegs curse at Dolohov, and screamed at the girl to RUN. Still dueling Dolohov, he backed out of the bedroom and into the living room, where the girl was attempting to stop Avery from killing her mother. Draco kicked Dolohov where it hurts the most, and when he doubled over, punched him in the face. Leaving him on the floor, he moved onto Avery. He disarmed him with an Expelliarmus, and then froze him in his tracks with a Full-Body Bind.

Grabbing the girl and her mother, he quickly apparated to St. Mungo's Hospital.

"Get your mother inside, and get fixed up alright?" She nodded.

"Wait- what's your name? You saved my life- and my mum's too."

"Draco. Draco Malfoy."

"I'm Shauna O'Connor. Pleasure." She stuck out her hand. When he grabbed it and started to shake her hand, she hugged him tightly, pulling away quickly.

"Thanks. Wait, where are you going?"

"Back to your house to kill those two bastards."

"Be safe." Draco turned on the spot and apparated back, regretting his choice the moment his feet hit the ground. Instead of two Death Eaters, there were more. Many more. It looked as if they had alerted the whole group about his betrayal. The moment everyone noticed Draco, curses started coming his way, none of them missing. As he felt himself slipping out of consciousness, he saw his father's sneering face through the crowd.

Draco woke up a few hours later, still on the ground in front of the demolished house. He couldn't move his body, and he knew he needed serious help. But where could he go?

There was only one place he could think of, if he could get there. Grimmauld Place. He had overheard the Golden Trio speak about it in the corridors at Hogwarts when they thought no one could hear them. It was the Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix. They would help him.

Closing his eyes, he thought of nothing but the address, and apparated away, using the last of his strength.

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Humming quietly, Hermione Jane Granger poured herself a cup of tea in the kitchen of Number 12, Grimmauld Place. Taking a sip of the hot liquid, she sighed contentedly. Making her way up the stairs, she stopped in her tracks when she heard a faint knock on the door. She walked back down the stairs and opened the door cautiously. What she found made her drop the mug of tea with a loud crash- Draco Malfoy, Death Eater extraordinaire, was standing on the doorstep.

He was covered in bruises, and there were bloody spots all over his torn shirt. He looked at her with his one good eye, and said one word before he was out cold on the doormat; so quiet Hermione could barely hear it.

"Help?"

So, not bad for a newbie? Lol so review (PLEEEASE??? *gets on hands and knees and kisses reader's shoes* I would appreciate it. I have the next chapter almost done, but I want to see if anyone actually cares about me. This is my first fanfic, by the way, :)

Love and Prayers, *and Draco Malfoy*

By the way, if you want to email me for some reason, and not review, my email is my pen name () at live dot com. Kapeesh? at live . com

LOVE!!