Hola! CLB is back and ready for action. I haven't written anything in awhile old or new but this idea has been burning inside of me, urging me to produce a new story. I do hope all you lovely people enjoy this fanfic.

Disclaimer- I own this plot but nothing else

New Opportunities

It was a brilliant summer morning and Miss Hermione Granger decided to leave the security of her home and go for a morning jog. The sun was reflecting on the clouds with gorgeous hues of pinks and yellows. Hermione pulled her hair up into a messy ponytail before shooting out of the house wearing a tank top and running shorts. Her parents at work, giving her all the time in the world to do as she pleased.

Hermione quickly locked the door and placed the earphones of her iPod (recently bestowed upon her by her doting parents) and she began to run to the fast pace beat. She ran down the road towards the woods where a nicely worn path was placed before her. She looked around at all the life surrounding her, the squirrels and chipmunks hip-hopped here and there, while birds squeaked and squawked above her head. Gazing at the gorgeous surroundings she noticed that there was a red stain on the path ahead and she ran faster to see what it could be; before she could get to the spot she yanked her earphones out and turned her iPod off. She then examined the ground in front of her.

Blood.

Hermione's heart, already racing because of exercising, began to beat so fast she thought it would explode. She started to think of all the possibilities of how the blood could have gotten there. She tried to rationalize it as a fox had snatched a baby animal, or even an adult animal, and this is the place where the murder took place. Murder… It couldn't be, could it? Hermione noticed that the blood made a trail that diverted from the nicely worn path that she had so recently been running on.

Hermione's curiosity as well a bravery pushed her to follow the blood trail. She was afraid to see what might have occurred. She followed it and noticed how sporadic the trail was, it was straight then the patch would show a decent amount of blood then got so sparse she was afraid she couldn't follow it but then it would pick back up again. Hermione's blood ran cold and her heart stopped beating when she realized she had found the victim… It was a boy! Hermione quickly ran over to the body to see how bad the wound was and if they were still alive.

"Holy cricket!" whispered Hermione to herself. She looked at the boy; he was covered in cuts and bruises. Some of the cuts were still gushing blood because they were so deep. Hermione picked up the boy's wrist to check for a pulse. There was one but it was faint. All of a sudden the boy moved and his eyes opened and rested upon Hermione.

"It's ok; I'll get you to the hospital. Then you will be just fine," Hermione said trying the reassure the wounded boy.

"Mudblood? Is that you?" asked a strikingly familiar voice.

"Malfoy?" Hermione gasped.

As sure as hell it was bloody Malfoy (excuse the pun) lying on the forest floor covered in wounds from head to toe.

"How did you find me?" Draco breathed out the question, Hermione could tell it was hard for him to speak; he must be so weak loosing as much blood as he had.

"No more questions Malfoy, we need to get you to the hospital!" Hermione commanded. She took out her wand (she had turned 17 already) and levitated the wounded Malfoy out of the forest scaring some unfortunate animals on her way out.

Hermione got him to her house. She looked around and realized how was she going to explain the medics how she found him without them having to investigate the crime. She put Malfoy in the hard wood floor and got a book she bought right after school let out which consisted on how to help a wounded victim. Hey having Harry and Ron as companions and with a war brewing she needed to know all she could to keep them all alive.

It the blink of an eye Draco Malfoy was healed with the utterance of a few spells. Malfoy was still extremely weak because of all the blood he lost and Hermione tried to help with that and said a spell that would give him an infusion of type O blood. No matter what blood type he was, O would not harm him. Hermione levitated and placed Malfoy on the couch and made sure he was in a comfortable position.

Hermione called her parents telling them as soon as they could get home for them to come because she needed to talk to them. They arrived an hour later after finishing up with their last dental patient and closing the office for the rest of the afternoon. The rushed into the house and asked what was going on.

"Mummy, Daddy," she began, "I have a small problem, ok well it's actually a big problem."

"What is it?" he dad asked seriously.

"Well when I went on my morning jog I saw blood on the path in the forest I run in (at that her mother gasped). I followed it and found him," all the while she was telling them this and how she had gotten him home as well as how she fixed him up with a few spell, she lead them to none other than a sleeping Draco Malfoy.

"Who is this?" her parents exclaimed.

"Remember that boy I always said bugged the hell out of Harry, Ron and me? This is him, Mummy and Daddy meet Draco Malfoy," she said to her parents who were in shock.

"Isn't this the boy who killed the Headmaster of Hogwarts?" asked her father.

"No, he tried to though," Hermione had told her parents when she went home immediately what was about to happen in the wizarding world (the war) and all about the beloved headmaster's murder.

"Well, we can't keep him…" said her mother still shocked at what was happening.

"He has no where else to go," Hermione told her parents.

"How do you know this? Did he tell you?" asked her parents.

"No, but by the way he was beat up, I know that he has no where else to turn and I can't let anyone, even my worse enemy face what he has gone through again. I don't care if he wouldn't do the same for me, but you two have taught me to treat others as I would wish to be treated," Hermione finished her mini-speech and looked at her amazed parents.

"Alright Hermione, he can stay in the guest room, but if he does anything that could do you or anyone else harm, he is out of here in a second. You hear me?" her father said and then gave her a hug. Her mother said that she would go make some tea to calm them all down after giving her daughter a big hug.

Draco who had finally woken up kept him eyes closed but heard the whole conversation Granger had with her parents. He was amazed that she would stand up for him in such a manner. He was going to be as good as he could, Granger didn't know what she had gotten herself into when she helped him. He was the number one person, next to Potter, on Voldemort's hit list. Hermione Granger had opened her home to a person who had ridiculed her all for the sake that she was a good person. How would he ever repay her? His mind exploded with thoughts and he opened his eyes to see a slightly worried Hermione standing over him.

"Thanks Granger," Draco said with a stiff smile, a jolt of pain shot through the right side of his body.

"Are you ok?" Hermione asked sensing that Malfoy was in some pain.

"It hurts, right here…" Malfoy moaned pointing to a spot on his right side. Hermione lifted his shirt and noticed a huge bruise that was extremely dark was in full bloom on his side.

"Damn… that is massive!" said her father while he looked at the internal wound.

"Hermione, you can't fix that?" asked her mother who was alarmed at the sight of the bruise.

"No mother, I can't heal that but I can help the pain ease…" Hermione leafed through her magical medical book. She muttered a spell and immediately the pain began to ease and Malfoy looked at Hermione with a true smile.

"Thanks… Hermione? Wow that is weird, I don't think I have ever said your first name before," Draco said looked around at the room. It was filled with family pictures, only a coupled moved and those were of Hermione, Potter and Weasley waving in delight. Draco looked at all the smiling pictures and noticed that there was a lot of love in this family; surely none of them would disown each other like his very own parents had.

"Now tell me… Draco," Hermione stumbled slightly at his first name and gave a small smile, "who beat you to a bloody pulp and how did get into the forest?"

Ba-da-dum!!!! hehe. Cliffie, I suppose this is the time I should beg you to review this but if you like it you might if don't please don't bother unless it is constructive critism. Thank you all for reading!

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