~*~* Comfort in your arms ~*~*~
DISCLAIMER: I do not own these character, they are JK Rowling's
A/N: I am sorry if Draco seems a little off charater in this fic, but you have to remember that some thing has happened to
him (you wont find out what until another chapter) and he is pretty messed up.
Oh Yeah, and it is coming into Australian winter, flames will be used to start the fire.
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Malfoy ran through the deep scrub of the forest outside his house, the silver moonlight lighting his way to safety. He could
still hear his fathers screams echoing through his body. He ran as fast as he could, doging the tree branches and rocks
laying across the path. He had to get away from Malfoy manor. He had to get away from his hateful father.
Draco reached to dirt road on the other side of the dense forest and looked around nervously. What was going to happen? What
could he do? Where could he go? He had no idea. but he pulled out his wand and did the only thing that he could have done. He
hailed a knights bus.
*****
Hermione layed on her bed and read the muggle beauty magizine. Usually she never would have wasted her time reading something
so silly but it was the summer holidays and she had nothing better to do. She had planned to go to the Burrow for the last
week of the holidays, but other than that, she had no plans. It was the first week of freedom and she had to admit that she
was bored, there was nothing to do. Hermione missed her friends, she missed Ron and Harry and Ginny.
She yawned and closed the magizine in front of her and layed her head down on a near by pillow ans soon, she was asleep.
When Hermione awoke again, it was dark outside, the moonlight shone through her bedroom window and across her face, giving
her hair a heavenly glow. She smiled and just stared out of the window. She had no intention of gettin up off of her soft,
cosy bed. She was to lazy and the moon was calling to her.
But some one was not going to let her plans of nothingness happen, but the door bell interupted her plans. Her parents were
in France for a convention and had left Hermione at home alone. She groaned and sat up on her bed, rubbing the sleep out of
her eyes.
The doorbell sounded again as Hermione swung her legs over the side of her bed. By the time Hermione had made it out of her
room and down the hall to the front door, her impatient visitor had rung to bell again.
"Alright, Alright, i am coming" She exclaimed as she unlocked the door, swinging it open. She had to rub her eyes, because
she was sure that she was seeing things.
There on her door step...was Draco Malfoy.
*****
"What do you want Malfoy" Hermione exclaimed when she realised who it was standing on her doorstep. He didn't look like the
Malfoy that she went to school with. This Malfoy was paler than usual, and he looked alot weaker. Hermione first impulse was
to slam the door on his face, but she knew that she couldn't. He looked as though he was in trouble, and as much as one side
of her brain was begging her to shut the door, the other half, the human Gryffindor side was telling her that he needed her
help.
"Granger, I am sorry, but I had no where else to go" Draco mumbled weakly and shifted his weight from one foot to the other.
He held his hand out to catch himself as he collapsed onto the doorframe.
"Malfoy, what's going on" She asked as she took his waist and moved him into her house, she placed him gently on the couch
and tried to make him as comfortable as possible.
"It is a long story Granger" He whispered. He looked so scared, he must have been through a lot.
"Draco, you are paler than usual" She observed and ran his hand along his forehead. "and you are cold"
"I am fine Hermione, I just.. I am sory I came here" Draco said as he stood up. He groaned and collapsed back onto the chair.
Hermione couldn't help but be concerned for the Slytherin that was sitting on her couch.
"No Malfoy, You are not leaving" She exclaimed and helped him adjust himself on the chair, she pulled her hand away from his
chest to see it thin coating of blood on her fingers. "You are bleeding" she whispered
"Am I" He mumbled, pain lingering in his voice. He had not realised that he was in pain until Hermione mentioned it. He looked
down at his stomach and chest to see a few major cuts, slashed across his creamy skin. Finally, he let the pain take over him
and he shut his eyes.
*****
Hermione stripped off Malfoy's coat and glanced down at his tight black shirt, which was ripped and dotted with blood. He had
passed out on the couch and Hermione had quietly half dragged, half carried him up the stairs to her bedroom. No he was lying
on the bed as she was examining his cuts. She dipped a wash cloth in water and carefully cleaned a cut on his side. The cold
water on his skin must have woken him up for he opened his eyes slowly and looked around the room.
"What's going on? Where am I?" Draco asked as he tried to sit up, after wincing in pain, Hermione pushed him back down onto
her bed.
"I don't know what is going on, But you are at my house, you came here, and you are pretty cut up. I am going to clean some
of these cuts for you" Hermione replied soothingly.
"Why are you being so nice to me Granger" He asked as she dipped the wash cloth into the water again.
"Because I am human...I couldn't just leave you on my door step to bleed to death...ok, I could of, but I didn't want to
clean up the mess" Hermione attempted to joke, but Draco was to busy watch her hand cleaning one of his smaller wounds. She
accidently bumped another cut.
"Ouch, watch It Granger" he spat through clenched teeth.
"Sorry" She replied "Is this shirt wrecked?" She asked
"Yeah, why" Draco questioned, but Hermione didn't give him time to reply fully. She took two peices of his shirt and tugged
them, ripping his shirt and revealing his nicely build chest. He had a few cuts and scrathes on his chest and sides.
"Shit Malfoy, what happened to you?" She asked
"I dont remember" He whispered truthfully.
"Hey, it's ok, we'll get you cleaned up and some food and then you are going to stay the night" Hermione offered
"Granger, I think you have forgotten who I am" Draco told her.
"I remember who you are Malfoy, and don't worry, I still hate you...nothing has changed" Hermione convinced
"Good, just as long as we still hate each other" He groaned as she carefully cleaned another cut.
"You are such a wimp" She grinned after he winced and groaned.
"I am not" He retorted
"Well, how would your father react knowing that you cant even take a cut cleaning" Hermione asked. Draco tensed up, he was
begining to remember what had happened to him.
"What?" Hermione asked
"Nothing...just dont mention Lucius for a while" He told her and she nodded, strangly understanding that he didn't want to
talk about it. She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his upper body.
"What are you doing Granger" He asked, shocked.
"I am helping you sit up so that I can but the bandage on you" She explained as she pulled him forward, sitting him up right.
She carefully began to wrap his ribs in a white bandage.
"Umm, thank you Granger, for everything" Draco mumbled
"It ok, just dont go telling people" Hermione smiled "Do you need help standing up?" Hermione asked, Draco nodded and she
hoisted him up. She care fully took most of his wait on her shoulders and walked him out of her room, down the hall and then
to the kitchen, she sat him in the chair.
"Do you want some thing to eat?" Hermione asked, opening the fridge and looking around for some food.
"No" He mumbled, Hermione turned back to the table and took a seat across from him. She hesitantly reached out her hand to
stroke his.
"Want to tell me what happened?" Hermione asked. Draco just shook his head, and then let out a silent sob. He buried his head
in his hands and let out another sob. Hermione had no idea what she should have done. Here was Draco Malfoy, he mortal enemy,
crying, hurt and vaunerable at her kitchen table. She stood and moved to the other side of the table, taking a seat beside
him. Hermione carefully ran her hand over his hair and then down his cheek. He sniffled back another cry and then threw
himself into her arms. She tensed as he sobbed into her shoulder then she stroked his back soothingly.
This was to weird
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I hope you enjoyed...
Sorry about the spelling
Look out for next chapter.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own these character, they are JK Rowling's
A/N: I am sorry if Draco seems a little off charater in this fic, but you have to remember that some thing has happened to
him (you wont find out what until another chapter) and he is pretty messed up.
Oh Yeah, and it is coming into Australian winter, flames will be used to start the fire.
********************
Malfoy ran through the deep scrub of the forest outside his house, the silver moonlight lighting his way to safety. He could
still hear his fathers screams echoing through his body. He ran as fast as he could, doging the tree branches and rocks
laying across the path. He had to get away from Malfoy manor. He had to get away from his hateful father.
Draco reached to dirt road on the other side of the dense forest and looked around nervously. What was going to happen? What
could he do? Where could he go? He had no idea. but he pulled out his wand and did the only thing that he could have done. He
hailed a knights bus.
*****
Hermione layed on her bed and read the muggle beauty magizine. Usually she never would have wasted her time reading something
so silly but it was the summer holidays and she had nothing better to do. She had planned to go to the Burrow for the last
week of the holidays, but other than that, she had no plans. It was the first week of freedom and she had to admit that she
was bored, there was nothing to do. Hermione missed her friends, she missed Ron and Harry and Ginny.
She yawned and closed the magizine in front of her and layed her head down on a near by pillow ans soon, she was asleep.
When Hermione awoke again, it was dark outside, the moonlight shone through her bedroom window and across her face, giving
her hair a heavenly glow. She smiled and just stared out of the window. She had no intention of gettin up off of her soft,
cosy bed. She was to lazy and the moon was calling to her.
But some one was not going to let her plans of nothingness happen, but the door bell interupted her plans. Her parents were
in France for a convention and had left Hermione at home alone. She groaned and sat up on her bed, rubbing the sleep out of
her eyes.
The doorbell sounded again as Hermione swung her legs over the side of her bed. By the time Hermione had made it out of her
room and down the hall to the front door, her impatient visitor had rung to bell again.
"Alright, Alright, i am coming" She exclaimed as she unlocked the door, swinging it open. She had to rub her eyes, because
she was sure that she was seeing things.
There on her door step...was Draco Malfoy.
*****
"What do you want Malfoy" Hermione exclaimed when she realised who it was standing on her doorstep. He didn't look like the
Malfoy that she went to school with. This Malfoy was paler than usual, and he looked alot weaker. Hermione first impulse was
to slam the door on his face, but she knew that she couldn't. He looked as though he was in trouble, and as much as one side
of her brain was begging her to shut the door, the other half, the human Gryffindor side was telling her that he needed her
help.
"Granger, I am sorry, but I had no where else to go" Draco mumbled weakly and shifted his weight from one foot to the other.
He held his hand out to catch himself as he collapsed onto the doorframe.
"Malfoy, what's going on" She asked as she took his waist and moved him into her house, she placed him gently on the couch
and tried to make him as comfortable as possible.
"It is a long story Granger" He whispered. He looked so scared, he must have been through a lot.
"Draco, you are paler than usual" She observed and ran his hand along his forehead. "and you are cold"
"I am fine Hermione, I just.. I am sory I came here" Draco said as he stood up. He groaned and collapsed back onto the chair.
Hermione couldn't help but be concerned for the Slytherin that was sitting on her couch.
"No Malfoy, You are not leaving" She exclaimed and helped him adjust himself on the chair, she pulled her hand away from his
chest to see it thin coating of blood on her fingers. "You are bleeding" she whispered
"Am I" He mumbled, pain lingering in his voice. He had not realised that he was in pain until Hermione mentioned it. He looked
down at his stomach and chest to see a few major cuts, slashed across his creamy skin. Finally, he let the pain take over him
and he shut his eyes.
*****
Hermione stripped off Malfoy's coat and glanced down at his tight black shirt, which was ripped and dotted with blood. He had
passed out on the couch and Hermione had quietly half dragged, half carried him up the stairs to her bedroom. No he was lying
on the bed as she was examining his cuts. She dipped a wash cloth in water and carefully cleaned a cut on his side. The cold
water on his skin must have woken him up for he opened his eyes slowly and looked around the room.
"What's going on? Where am I?" Draco asked as he tried to sit up, after wincing in pain, Hermione pushed him back down onto
her bed.
"I don't know what is going on, But you are at my house, you came here, and you are pretty cut up. I am going to clean some
of these cuts for you" Hermione replied soothingly.
"Why are you being so nice to me Granger" He asked as she dipped the wash cloth into the water again.
"Because I am human...I couldn't just leave you on my door step to bleed to death...ok, I could of, but I didn't want to
clean up the mess" Hermione attempted to joke, but Draco was to busy watch her hand cleaning one of his smaller wounds. She
accidently bumped another cut.
"Ouch, watch It Granger" he spat through clenched teeth.
"Sorry" She replied "Is this shirt wrecked?" She asked
"Yeah, why" Draco questioned, but Hermione didn't give him time to reply fully. She took two peices of his shirt and tugged
them, ripping his shirt and revealing his nicely build chest. He had a few cuts and scrathes on his chest and sides.
"Shit Malfoy, what happened to you?" She asked
"I dont remember" He whispered truthfully.
"Hey, it's ok, we'll get you cleaned up and some food and then you are going to stay the night" Hermione offered
"Granger, I think you have forgotten who I am" Draco told her.
"I remember who you are Malfoy, and don't worry, I still hate you...nothing has changed" Hermione convinced
"Good, just as long as we still hate each other" He groaned as she carefully cleaned another cut.
"You are such a wimp" She grinned after he winced and groaned.
"I am not" He retorted
"Well, how would your father react knowing that you cant even take a cut cleaning" Hermione asked. Draco tensed up, he was
begining to remember what had happened to him.
"What?" Hermione asked
"Nothing...just dont mention Lucius for a while" He told her and she nodded, strangly understanding that he didn't want to
talk about it. She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his upper body.
"What are you doing Granger" He asked, shocked.
"I am helping you sit up so that I can but the bandage on you" She explained as she pulled him forward, sitting him up right.
She carefully began to wrap his ribs in a white bandage.
"Umm, thank you Granger, for everything" Draco mumbled
"It ok, just dont go telling people" Hermione smiled "Do you need help standing up?" Hermione asked, Draco nodded and she
hoisted him up. She care fully took most of his wait on her shoulders and walked him out of her room, down the hall and then
to the kitchen, she sat him in the chair.
"Do you want some thing to eat?" Hermione asked, opening the fridge and looking around for some food.
"No" He mumbled, Hermione turned back to the table and took a seat across from him. She hesitantly reached out her hand to
stroke his.
"Want to tell me what happened?" Hermione asked. Draco just shook his head, and then let out a silent sob. He buried his head
in his hands and let out another sob. Hermione had no idea what she should have done. Here was Draco Malfoy, he mortal enemy,
crying, hurt and vaunerable at her kitchen table. She stood and moved to the other side of the table, taking a seat beside
him. Hermione carefully ran her hand over his hair and then down his cheek. He sniffled back another cry and then threw
himself into her arms. She tensed as he sobbed into her shoulder then she stroked his back soothingly.
This was to weird
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I hope you enjoyed...
Sorry about the spelling
Look out for next chapter.