Warning:I do not nor ever will own Draco Malfoy or any other characters in this so acquired fiction. I know some people will complain that I stole their idea well I wanted to write this so buzz off :]

Plot: What investable meaning is this when Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy get caught in the crossfire of two angry wizards that are blowing of some steam that are no other than Ron Weasley and Harry Potter. What will happen on this wild adventure they now call their lives.

This may be confusing in Draco's pov. But when it is in italics it's the new side of him talking not him personally well it kinda is but oh gosh you'll get it when you get there. The grammar is bad on purpose. You will probably scroll down and look now. Right? If you didn't then you'll know what im talking about once you get there :]

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Hermione's Point of View

I wish that would have been in better shape even though I had fairly good speed, but my stamina wasn't very deplorable. The click or more like thumps echoed as my heels padded strictly through the corridors.

I was angry because I had no idea where the dueling class was it changed every week and only those in that class were informed. This wasn't the cause of my angry, no it really was just frustrating, that's all.

What made me so damn angry was my so called best friends Harry fucking Potter and Ron damned Weasley. My foul language toward these two had only started lately. It was all becoming more frequent too.

They couldn't settle their argument in the normal way, oh no, they had to go all out cause they were so "specially treated." The stupid ego of those two! It made me so furious!

I was now prominently stomping down the quiet, lonely halls of Hogwarts. I finally realized that I had no idea where I had been going this whole entire time.

I wanted to scream, drag my nails across my skin, and pull my hair out all at the same time. I was starting to think the perfect Golden Trio was more like the Dandier Duo. I knew I had been drifting away from them, Harry and Ron of course.

Every since this morning, Ginny wasn't one of my choice friends right now. My thoughts were interrupted when I heard a loud thud and then someone hoarse groan emanating from the room to my left.

I made a sharp turn toward that door bolting through to only see Harry and Ron lying flat out on their back, sprawled out like dogs on a warm day.

The snickering was coming from no other than Draco Malfoy and his best friend Blaise Zabini. I took in a deep breath knowing their taunting was coming.

I was quite wrong because as soon as I heard the curse utter from both of their lips I was in shock. My hearing registered someone screaming, but then I realized at me.

I quickly ran straight in between them as they finished it. The Killing curse, Avada Kedavra. One however had said it wrong, and then the other had settled for a different death spell. I couldn't tell which but it was green light flashed before my eyes and a clear lucid whitish one on my other side.

It was like slow motion, the fear I felt was not from what they had done, but what I hadn't. I hadn't had my first boy friend. I hadn't been able to live on my own, or go anywhere I please. I hadn't lived a full life and I never would cause of them and their childish feud.

Tears were slowly waling up in my eyes, the green curse grew closer every second. I closed my eyes not want to face the inevitable.

The white curse hit first engulfing my body in its beautiful mystifying glory. Then I saw it, Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin Prince stood in front of me as the green curse took him to his death.

I screamed for Draco to move, he turned toward me as it started to crush his body with the pure force. It wasn't killing him though. I didn't understand at all.

I pacified myself trying my hardest to move one foot. The pain, it was horrible, my muscles cramped and I almost buckled to my knees.

I held myself up by only my strongest will, but by something else. I could see D…Draco face contorting in pain. He was trying to move toward me, nothing else mattered as long as I was near him.

The other people were trying to help us I felt them tugging my arms, telling me to come with them. Draco was seemingly having the same issues.

I heard him hiss under his breath as the horrible pain was getting worst. I screamed ,that is all I could do about this terrible ache.

I let the tears pour down my face. Very faint calls of my name were heard by my half conscious side.

The room noise level simple was dwelled down to zero when I large feral growl erupted, carrying the sound probably across the whole castle.

I jerked my head up to see where this came from, but not in fear, oh not in fear. I found this sound calming like when the ocean waves crashing upon the soft sandy shore.

These faceless people were slowly backing away from Draco with a stiffness I could even pick up. I looked up at Draco's face seeing it's perfectly cut features. His nose sharp and a little pointed, his mouth full, but not too much.

My eyes found their way to his, gray depths of pure emotion, how I could have not ever notice before was beyond me. I was startled when he lunged forward only to be blocked by two of the faceless.

I swallowed back the urged that my vocal chords were giving off, the sense to growl at them. I heard their voices only to find them half comprehendible.

"Back…. Malfoy…..kill…hate….Mione"

I looked over their broad shoulders standing on my tippy-toes to give Draco the most pleading look I have ever given.

This time Draco's spoke with words, but came out with a rough edge and venom to them.

"Get away", he stated while narrowing his eyes that now held a faint glow to them.

The faceless person that I know figured out to be Harry was getting ready to hex him when I heard another snarl building up in his throat.

I tried to push my way through Harry and Ron only to be thrown backwards on the ground by them making me whimpering.

The building snarl became a deifying roar coming from Draco alone. This roar echoed throughout the castle once more, shaking it to its core.

Before I knew what had happened, Draco had pushed through Harry and Ron throwing them into the air and making them hit the opposite halls of the dueling room.

Two loud thuds were heard as their bodies hit it with a sickening crack afterwards. I didn't care at all in fact I was actually quite happy that he had done it.

I opened my eyes only find a familiar black cloak wrapped around me and warm arms inclosing their selves entirely smothering me. I felt him nuzzle my neck in affection letting his tongue drag itself across the indention.

The give of the wood flooring signaling that someone was walking toward us was warned by Draco's low growl. His arms tightened around my body with the nearing of the unknown wizard or witch.

The closer they got the tenser he became; he quickly pushed me behind him and snarled once again to warn off the "attacker" probably as he saw this.

The thing that worried me was I wasn't the least bit scared or weirded out by this either. I put my hand on his shoulder trying to calm the new side of Draco.

I felt his gaze jerk toward me and saw his eyes soften with pleasurably emotion. Then shock went through me his eyes were crimson. Just like blood, the exact same.

Crimson…. My vision was starting to gain blotches and spots of blurring.

Then nothing….

Everything went black….

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Draco's Point of View

I had been waiting for something like this to happen as I gleefully (yes gleefully) walked beside Blaise pondering down the hallway toward the dueling room.

When I had heard that Potty and Weasel had got into a fight I was so shocked that I thought my eyes were going to bulge out my skull. I asked where Frizzy head Granger was in this equation, but with no avail I looked to see that she was the only person sitting at the Gryffindor table.

I snickered at her beseeched and questioning look that she withheld at this moment. I could catch her expressions changing every once in a while which literally confused the hell out of me.

Internal shock went through me as she looked up gazing upon the Hufflepuff table. She had changed, what once was a frizzy mess of a small girl became a curvy smooth haired woman. I gasped juggling my new "situation" in my area trying to find words to describe her.

I shook my head as Blaise asked me if I was even listening to rant and rage over Potter and Weasley's behavior toward each other.

We had finally got to choose the location of the dueling practice room, so of course, we choose somewhere located in the dungeon.

When we had so much got in hearing range of this particular room, you could hear a stream of curses and spells coming from the two madden wizards.

The roar of the many people that took this class was also so immense that their chants were blended together making an impossible high of noise.

Blaise and I had elbowed our way to the front only to catch Potter yelling,

"GET THE FUCKING GOD DAMNED HELL OUT OF HERE IF YOU VALUE YOUR FUCKING LIFE!"

The stampede of first- seventh year came barreling out of the room with a strange fear of them. Blaise and I were the only ones to stay besides Ginny Weasley and some other Ravenclaw boy.

Blaise starting snickering saying Potter couldn't hurt a fly and I joined in. They knew apparently we weren't going to leave no matter what.

The steady stream of hexes, spells, and cursing came to when the duel was continuing. We heard someone running outside in the corridor and wonder who?

Hermione Granger entered looking distraught and sweaty, from her appearance she had been looking EVERWHERE for those two.

I snickered a little louder hoping for her to hear me and give me something to work with for a comeback. I loved to tease her every since the ferret "accident".

Something was wrong; her expression was changing every second with a different expression, her face stayed at an emotionless mask. I knew I was the only that could pick these feelings out.

"Wonder what happened to cheerful, loud, demanding Granger?"…My thoughts continued to on this train of my ponderings until I heard Granger scream.

I smiled thinking that she had, had enough and was dragging the two Golden boys by their ears out the room. Surely she would be the calmest one about this potent situation, but how sadly mistaken I was. The sight that my eyes took in would be enough for anyone to want their life to end.

Hermione's expression was heartbreaking and scared; it was all in slow motion, the curses of course. I didn't even hear what curses they used. My senses were all focused on Hermione and only Hermione. The thing is, I don't know why.

I hadn't notice before, but I had been gravitating toward her and the other two of the Golden Trio. I was racking my brain trying to comprehend why? Why would I be standing here in between two curses? Realization flashed through my fogged brain. The curses….. All I felt was unimaginable pain. This was so much worse than any Hex my father had used on me.

The scream that echoed throughout the room was shrill with fright and somehow I knew it was hers. My vision was slowly returning to me, but my human mind was having trouble because of a group of lingering thoughts that didn't seem to be mine, imbedded themselves in my head.

I jerked my head up to only see Granger….. She looked so pitiful in pain, it almost made me sick. I wanted to help her or more like I needed to help her. She looked petrified as I watch her take one step toward me or try at least.

I felt weight settle on my shoulder as I attempted to take my first step toward her. My eyesight never left Hermione, the pain was getting ever worse, and I hissed under me breath.

Then I heard her scream, that horrid sound echoed over and over again hitting the walls of my skull. I heard faint calls coming from the blurred people around us making my head hurt even worse. I felt like I had twenty hangovers at once, I really wanted aspirin right now.

I felt like I was watching this entire thing take place as something was building in my throat. I let it go and it came out as snarl, a large snarl.

The once annoyingly loud murmurs quieted down into a complete deathly silence that no one wanted to break in fear of me.

I felt sudden movement coming from in front of me only to see Hermione jerking her head up and studying my features intently.

My eyes softened as I thought about her…..

Hermione…..

Mione….

Mia…..

We were staring at each other, her brown depths resting on my cold gray ones, I could get lost in those forever that is until Potter and Weasley get in front of her.

I could hear her throat starting to rumble as they interrupted our time seeing each other, my eyes flashed over their bodies.

I knew they were talking to me, but I had no intentions to listen to anything they personally said. I was focused on Hermione as I watched her peek over the middle of their shoulders and give me the most pleading helpless look I had ever seen.

I stated in the coldest ruthless manor I could, "Get away".

I felt another snarl building up in my throat as Potter raised his wand to hex me. I didn't care what he did to me I would get to mate.

My thoughts were becoming jumbled with the other ones that had been shoved in my head. I was literally confused, but at the moment I could care less.

I watched as mate tried to make her way to me by pushing attackers away with all her might only to be pushed back to the… ground…

I growled loudly at this they had hurt mate…

Mate being hurt…. Get away from attackers…. Protect mate…..

I sprinted 10 feet forward and spontaneously used all my strength to push them away from mate. I didn't make sure that attackers gone?

I pulled myself to mate and took her into my arms letting her snuggle into me. I almost wanted to purr for her but I wouldn't in this public place.

I saw mate open her eyes blinking I few times before relaxing totally in her mate's arms.

Comfort mate….Attackers hurt mate….. Kill them… Mate safe….

I didn't understand why, but I did nuzzle her neck affectionately hoping to calm her down some more. I let my tongue drag across the small indention in her neck. I felt a moan building up in my mate's throat and smirked at this response.

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The clicks of some person coming could be heard on the floor while they approach cautiously. I tightened my arms around my mate and sent them a warning growl saying don't touch mate.

The footsteps drew closer and I felt mate shift in my arms as I looked down at her. I felt my gaze softened as I looked at her only to see her eyes roll back in her head. My senses were going crazy telling me

Mate hurt! Mate sick! Mate need help! Mate dying!

I was in a total panic that I didn't see someone raise a tranquil dart full of a sleeping potion until it was too late.

Black invaded my vision and all my other senses….

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