Hey! This is my first DMHG fic. Please read and review!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this story a part form the plot, however much I wished I did. Everything else belongs to J.K Rowling.
Chapter 1-How it began
"Hermione? Hello? HERMIONE!"
Blinking groggily at a rather tattered book she'd been reading the night before, Hermione sat up in her narrow bed and groaned. It was only 5am in the morning. Who the heck would be banging on her front door at THIS hour?
Stumbling half-awake to the door, she slowly pulled it open.
And wished she hadn't.
There standing on her very doorstep, was a battered and bruised Harry, standing beside an equally battered and bruised Lupin. Now normally that would've been OK. In fact Hermione would've gladly welcomed them into her house, fussing a bit, and asking what had happened. Normally. But it isn't normal when a literally black and blue, blood covered Draco Malfoy was standing next to them. That was never OK.
"Nice dress Granger." Malfoy sneered, with the old tone of loathing.
Hermione blushed, and pulled her periwinkle blue silk nightgown tighter around her. She shifted her glance to Harry.
"Er, Harry, Lupin! What a surprise! I didn't know you'd be coming…"
With him. She thought furiously.
Harry gave her an apologetic look and said, "Can we talk about this later?" He gestured inside, and Hermione reluctantly moved out of the way.
It wasn't until they were inside and sitting in her perfectly polished kitchen that she notice Malfoy's hands were bound tightly behind him with thick, glowing blue cords. Gladly accepting a cup of hot chocolate from Hermione, Harry sat down greatfully while Lupin roughly pushed a rebellious Malfoy into a chair.
"Sorry to spring up on you like this but- er, we sort of ran out of places to go."
Harry said, again giving Hermione an apologetic look.
Hermione sat down, and glared at him in a you-had-better-tell-me-what's-going-on-or-else kind of look.
"Er- well basically we caught Malfoy here while he was um-carrying out his orders so we thought we'd keep him locked up for a while so- well this seemed to be the ideal place." Looking up, he saw Hermione now glaring daggers at Malfoy, whose filthy clothes were making a permanent stain on the cushioned chairs.
"Look Hermione, I promise he'll only be here for a few days. A week at the most. Lupin will perform some spells to make sure he can't escape, and we'll make sure he won't touch you, or hurt you in any way. P-please understand, with Dumbledore gone and all…" Harry's voice trailed off, and he seemed unable to talk any further.
Hermione's face softened. She could see the hard lines on his face that hadn't been there before. He had suffered, and was by far the most affected. What kind of a friend was she if she couldn't do him a little favour?
But he's Malfoy.
And he's Harry.
She couldn't say no…
Hermione took a deep breath, and said the one word that fate hadn't expected…
"OK."
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