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So for all of you, here's chapter 2!

Disclaimer: I think I, wait for it…nope. Still don't own Harry Potter.

"I'm quite positive you could. In fact, I'd rather you had; I'd feel a bit safer, ironically…" Hermione said smugly, with the last part under her breath. Hermione looked around anxiously at her surroundings and at the young Death Eater standing before her making breakfast, as if they haven't been enemies for six years now. No seriously, when did I get here? And is this…a tent? What's Draco doing in a tent?

"You know you really shouldn't mumble, Granger; it's quite unattractive." Draco decided to respond back, instead of entertaining her curiosity of why he saved her from lying out there to rot in the middle of the forest. Why the bloody hell was he being nice to her again? He was trying to figure this out himself. "Breakfast?" he asked impassively, not looking her way.

Hermione pressed her lips together in a thin line and glared. I'm not falling for that! Bloody git will end up poisoning me! I knew this nice charade would only last so long…"I'm not hungry," she finally stated irritably. Her words and body actions weren't agreeing, however, for not too long after that was said her stomach yelled louder than a troll that stubbed its toe. Damn it, you couldn't just be silent for once?

"Heh, I'll take that as a yes," quickly fixing her a plate of eggs and toast and setting it in her lap slowly. As his hand brushed her leg, she felt a fiery sensation hit her core and blushed as she looked down. Draco and Hermione's eyes met, sharing a smile without even showing one. The comfortable silence lingered, until Hermione became aware of her surroundings again.

She disturbingly coughed to break the silence. "Neverthless, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at Malfoy Manor torturing mudbloods?" She stated icily as her honey eyes flickered with fire. Draco suddenly looked down in guilt, but retaliated firmly.

"…I don't do that anymore. Besides, does it really matter why I'm here? If I wasn't, you probably would've frozen to death or worse, gotten picked up by snatchers." She looked in his eyes, seeing the concern wear on his face and his silvery blue eyes darken. "So," trying to change the subject to her, "what were you doing lying out there anyways?"

Hermione felt her eyes flood, blinding her from Draco's gaze, but not daring to shed a tear. Gryffindors are stronger than that. Or so she wanted to think.

"Ron, this isn't what-"

"Bloody hell it's not what it looks like! So what, you two just have a snog fest whenever you feel like it, right? Wonder-fucking-ful. Good to know you've been leading me to think otherwise, Hermione."

Hermione felt her face get hot, more aggravated than hurt right now, "You have some nerve to talk after YOU leaving us, Ronald! I'm sorry for-"

"Sorry for what? For being a bloody whore?"

As the moment replayed in her head, it made it harder for her hold her tears back any longer.

"What? Needed to have a good cry after an argument with the Weasel? Scarhead leave you in the woods alone because your services were no longer needed?" Every word slurred out of his mouth like it was air, but to her, every word was excruciating pain. She'd rather be Avadaed than remember them again. The waterfall commenced as she ran to the closest being around; Draco Malfoy.

He tensed up upon impact of the honey haired muggle-born clinging to him for dear life and crying her eyes out. Eventually though, when he realized he was all she had now, as awkward as that seemed, he soothingly rubbed her back in small circles, trying his best to console her. "Um, there there, everything will be…alright," he awkwardly stammered, not really knowing what to say. I'm not too skilled in the comfort department, not like I had anyone there for me…

It was then he realized why he saved her from the forest. Being there for someone, taking care of another being; better than his parents ever did with him, was his main goal. He wanted to escape from the threat of becoming cold hearted like the ones around him, and possibly dying due to the war. He knew he wasn't like them, especially after smiled in Hermione's direction at the Yule Ball, in her beautiful periwinkle pink dress, soft brown curls falling gracefully. And now he had her…in his arms, but didn't know what to do.

He finally smiled, realizing his goal, "…I'll make sure of it," and kisses the top of his crying muggle-born.