A/N: Just to let you know so I don't get sued, I do not and never did own Harry Potter. That belongs to the one and only J.K. Rowling and I'm just using her creations for my enjoyment by adding my own addition to the series here on Fanfiction. Goodbye and have a nice read!
Chapter 1"Of course I'll help you," she said unsure but gentle. Oh no! I did not just say that! Harry is going to kill me! But this boy in front of me is not evil and he needs help, who am I to leave him here to die?
It all started when Hermione was just taking a stroll around her neighborhood. Walking always seemed to reduce her stress. It was hard being a bushy-haired teacher's pet you know. It just so happens that she was thinking of becoming less of that, maybe straighten or curl her hair for a new look, and even more importantly, do something rebellious. Maybe if she started acting a bit more normal, people would respect her more as Head Girl. Of course, she wasn't just changing for them, which would be peer pressure! No, she was changing for herself as well. The honest truth is, she was tired of being just plain old Hermione Granger, the smart know-it-all and friend of The Boy Who Lived. Besides, if she were simply a know-it-all the students would come to disregard her examples and instructions. She learned this by observing her boyfriend, Ronald Weasley. She was coming to like him less and less. He really just wasn't her type. He blew-off homework and education and was just plain dumb. However, he was extremely loyal and she had always liked that about him. But maybe she should just let his loyalty lie with his friendship with Harry and her instead of a relationship with her.
Hermione was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she didn't even notice as the sky began to dim and the moon appear from behind the clouds. She just continued walking and thinking, walking and thinking, walking and thinking, until she finally decided she should head back before her parents grew worried. That's when it happened. She saw the boy running towards her. His pale blonde hair reflecting the moonlight and fear in his soft gray eyes. Please, please, please don't be him, thought Hermione when she saw the boy, Be anyone but him! But it was. It was Draco Malfoy.
He looked a lot different from the last time she saw him. His usual arrogant face that always held either a smirk or a sneer was now bearing a frown with his lower lip trembling. Hermione had never seen Malfoy look so scared.
"Please help me, oh please!" he exclaimed, "The Dark Lord, erm, I mean a murderer, is after me! Please hide me Muggle, erm, I mean, girl!"
"Malfoy?!" asked Hermione.
"Granger?!" he replied, "What are you doing here? Wait, never mind just please hide me! It's the Dark Lord, he seeks vengence! He discovered that I failed my task and disobeyed him! The truth is I never wanted to be a Death Eater, my father forced me! He used to whip me as a baby to make sure when the time came I would choose to follow the Dark Lord! See I still have the scars!" Draco hurriedly explained showing her his arms, "Just please don't let me die!"
Hermione was stunned. This was a lot to take in. Although she may regret this decision, she couldn't let him die. Leaving him here was just as evil as Voldemort himself. "Of course I'll help you."
A/N: And that is how it happened. I'll update soon! Please R&R!