Yay another chapter!!!
Here we go, one more time, every body's feeling fine, here we go (yes yes yes here we go, This fic has got the flow)
Sorry couldn't help myself...
DISCLAIMER: I dont own, no harm, no foul (I never really understood that saying)
A/N: Heeellllllow, I am cray zee 2 nite!!! hope u enjoy
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The bright sunlight shone through the window and across Draco's body. His eyes threatened to flutter open and he strained to
keep them closed. He didn't feel right, for some reason that morning he felt unfamiliar to himself, almost as though he
didn't belong in his own skin. Draco went to roll over but groaned, a pain shooting across his ribs and stomach. His eyes
opened and he looked across the room. Abruptly, he sat up, and his body screamed in pain, he looked around the room that he
had never seen before and tried to remember where he was and how he had got there.
He looked around the room...it was a girls room, he could tell it was a girls room. It was decorated in a light rose colour
and was cluttered very feminine things. Draco looked at the bookshelf on the opposite side of the room and squinted to read
the titles of the leather bound books. He sighed in relief, they were Hogwarts books, so at least he was in the home of a
witch or a wizard, maybe one he knew. He couldn't remember how he got to where he was, all he remembered was leaving his own
house.
Draco swung his legs over the side of the bed and carefully shifted his weight onto his legs. He moved to the desk and looked
for more clues as to where he was. His legs were cramped and he was having trouble moving freely. Supporting his weight on
the desk in front of him, he dug around some of the parchments on the desk. A photograph feel out of one of the books and he
picked it up and focused on the people in it.
The photo, which was a muggle photo (because the people were not moving) was of Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley and Harry
Potter at Kings cross station. That meant only one thing...
...He was at Hermione's.
He couldn't believe it. He knew that he must have brought himself to her house, but he didn't understand why. He didn't even
remember it happening. All he remembered was the knight's bus, and even that was blurry to his mind. Draco turned and moved
back to the bed, a sudden wave od dizziness hitting him.
What was going on? He wished that he remembered what had happened but he knew he couldn't. He shut his eyes and took a deep
breath, begging himself to remember what had been so bad that he believed he had no choice but to turn to a mudblood for
help. Footsteps echoed on the stairs and Draco turned on his side to look at the door. What was going to happen if Hermione
came in, would she treat him badly because he came to her for help? Would she pity him?
"Malfoy, are you awake?" Hermione asked after she had knocked on the door, Draco groaned loudly, not trusting his voice. The
door knob turned slowly and Hermione opened the door a few inches at a time.
"How did you sleep?" She asked as she crossed to the dresser on the other side of the room, she opened the top draw and
pulled out some clothes. She moved to a another draw and removed more clothing. Draco watched her as she collected the items
from around the room.
"You ok Malfoy?" She asked when he didn't answer her.
"I am sorry I came here, I am going to leave" he replied and stood, only to over balance and fall onto the bed again.
"Dont be so silly Malfoy, you cant even stand up staight" Hermione almost laughed at him.
"Well, I am not going to stay here" He replied and stood once more, this time slowly so that he didn't collapse.
"Oh, really, you have some where else to go?" Hermione asked, Draco looked at her and the shook his head.
"That is what I thought, listen, I am ok with you staying here until you get better, you have no where else to go and with
you all broken and every thing, I am not going to kick you out onto the street, no matter how much I hate you." She began and
the sat down on the bed with him. "You trusted me enough to come here for help, and now I think that you should trust me
enough to stay here at least until you get better"
"Ok, I'll stay, only because I have no where else to go, and I cant go home...And I am leaving as soon as I can" Draco told
her
"That is if I dont kick you out first" Hermione joked and stood, retrieving her clothes and moving to the door. "I am going
to go have a shower, if you can get yourself out of bed and down stairs i will cook some breakfast" She replied and then
left the room. Draco collapsed back onto his pillow. He could not believe had agreed to stay there.
*****
By the time Draco had woken himself up enough to go down stairs, the smell of bacon was wafting through the house. He slowly
made his way down the stairs and then stood in the doorway, watching Hermione at the stove. He wished he knew why she was
being so nice to her. Hermione turned and shot Draco a weird sort of smile.
"Well, I have to say that you are one of the most laziest people I have ever met, I took forever in the shower this morning,
and you took that long to get out of bed" She joked.
"Well, you said so yourself, I am broken" He smiled back as she placed some bacon and eggs on his plate.
"Can I ask you are question?" Draco asked
"Sure" She replied and sat across from him.
"Why are you being so nice to me?" He asked
"We went over this last night, you apealed to my human side" Hermione replied.
"But at school, you hate me" He reminded her
"Truer words have never been spoken, and I still have an intense hate for you Malfoy, but here you are, in a world full of
mudbloods, and you needed my help, it would have been wrong of me to just leave you on your own when you needed me the most.
So, i am calling a truce, I will be civil to you, if you be civil to me, I am offering you a place to stay for as long as you
need it as long as you never call me mudblood ever again, you treat me with respect...the respect that I deserve, and I will
make sure that you dont die in the big bad muggle world" She informed him
"I guess I agree to the truce" Draco smiled and offered his hand to her to shake, she shook and then grinned.
"Are you cold?" Hermione asked, still with a silly grin on her face.
"No, why would I be?" He asked, confused
"You are only wearing boxer shorts" She informed him, Draco looked down at himself and then blushed in a very un-malfoy
manner. He had not realised that he was indeed only wearing his black silk boxer shorts. His ribs were still bandaged but
other that that, he was scantly dressed. He smirked across the table as Hermione laughed at him.
"Umm, I couldn't find my other clothes" He explained weakly, she smiled at him and pushed a pile of clothes across the table
to him.
"They are my dad's, they should fit you, you are both about the same size" Hermione explained, Draco stiffly stood up and
slipped the pants on, he put on the white business shirt but didn't bother to do up the buttons.
"So...where are your parents?" Draco asked
"They are in France for a convention, they wont be back for a few weeks." She explained to him
"Why didn't you go with them?" Draco asked "I thought you loved France"
"I do, I do love France, I am being punished" Hermione explained sadly
"What could the perfect miss Granger have possibly done to make her parents go to France with out her?" Draco asked as he
turned back to is breakfast.
"They found out that I was going to join the army to fight Voldemort" She told him, he nodded understandingly.
"I guess that is bad, my dad would go crazy about that to" Draco replied and Hermione smiled.
"Hey, finish up your breakfast, I am going to give you a lesson on muggles today" She smiled and went to clean her plates.
For the second time that morning, Draco wondered why he had gotten himself into.
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yip ya (yes, i did say yip ya)
hope yo enjoyed it, review for me
I'll update soon.
Here we go, one more time, every body's feeling fine, here we go (yes yes yes here we go, This fic has got the flow)
Sorry couldn't help myself...
DISCLAIMER: I dont own, no harm, no foul (I never really understood that saying)
A/N: Heeellllllow, I am cray zee 2 nite!!! hope u enjoy
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The bright sunlight shone through the window and across Draco's body. His eyes threatened to flutter open and he strained to
keep them closed. He didn't feel right, for some reason that morning he felt unfamiliar to himself, almost as though he
didn't belong in his own skin. Draco went to roll over but groaned, a pain shooting across his ribs and stomach. His eyes
opened and he looked across the room. Abruptly, he sat up, and his body screamed in pain, he looked around the room that he
had never seen before and tried to remember where he was and how he had got there.
He looked around the room...it was a girls room, he could tell it was a girls room. It was decorated in a light rose colour
and was cluttered very feminine things. Draco looked at the bookshelf on the opposite side of the room and squinted to read
the titles of the leather bound books. He sighed in relief, they were Hogwarts books, so at least he was in the home of a
witch or a wizard, maybe one he knew. He couldn't remember how he got to where he was, all he remembered was leaving his own
house.
Draco swung his legs over the side of the bed and carefully shifted his weight onto his legs. He moved to the desk and looked
for more clues as to where he was. His legs were cramped and he was having trouble moving freely. Supporting his weight on
the desk in front of him, he dug around some of the parchments on the desk. A photograph feel out of one of the books and he
picked it up and focused on the people in it.
The photo, which was a muggle photo (because the people were not moving) was of Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley and Harry
Potter at Kings cross station. That meant only one thing...
...He was at Hermione's.
He couldn't believe it. He knew that he must have brought himself to her house, but he didn't understand why. He didn't even
remember it happening. All he remembered was the knight's bus, and even that was blurry to his mind. Draco turned and moved
back to the bed, a sudden wave od dizziness hitting him.
What was going on? He wished that he remembered what had happened but he knew he couldn't. He shut his eyes and took a deep
breath, begging himself to remember what had been so bad that he believed he had no choice but to turn to a mudblood for
help. Footsteps echoed on the stairs and Draco turned on his side to look at the door. What was going to happen if Hermione
came in, would she treat him badly because he came to her for help? Would she pity him?
"Malfoy, are you awake?" Hermione asked after she had knocked on the door, Draco groaned loudly, not trusting his voice. The
door knob turned slowly and Hermione opened the door a few inches at a time.
"How did you sleep?" She asked as she crossed to the dresser on the other side of the room, she opened the top draw and
pulled out some clothes. She moved to a another draw and removed more clothing. Draco watched her as she collected the items
from around the room.
"You ok Malfoy?" She asked when he didn't answer her.
"I am sorry I came here, I am going to leave" he replied and stood, only to over balance and fall onto the bed again.
"Dont be so silly Malfoy, you cant even stand up staight" Hermione almost laughed at him.
"Well, I am not going to stay here" He replied and stood once more, this time slowly so that he didn't collapse.
"Oh, really, you have some where else to go?" Hermione asked, Draco looked at her and the shook his head.
"That is what I thought, listen, I am ok with you staying here until you get better, you have no where else to go and with
you all broken and every thing, I am not going to kick you out onto the street, no matter how much I hate you." She began and
the sat down on the bed with him. "You trusted me enough to come here for help, and now I think that you should trust me
enough to stay here at least until you get better"
"Ok, I'll stay, only because I have no where else to go, and I cant go home...And I am leaving as soon as I can" Draco told
her
"That is if I dont kick you out first" Hermione joked and stood, retrieving her clothes and moving to the door. "I am going
to go have a shower, if you can get yourself out of bed and down stairs i will cook some breakfast" She replied and then
left the room. Draco collapsed back onto his pillow. He could not believe had agreed to stay there.
*****
By the time Draco had woken himself up enough to go down stairs, the smell of bacon was wafting through the house. He slowly
made his way down the stairs and then stood in the doorway, watching Hermione at the stove. He wished he knew why she was
being so nice to her. Hermione turned and shot Draco a weird sort of smile.
"Well, I have to say that you are one of the most laziest people I have ever met, I took forever in the shower this morning,
and you took that long to get out of bed" She joked.
"Well, you said so yourself, I am broken" He smiled back as she placed some bacon and eggs on his plate.
"Can I ask you are question?" Draco asked
"Sure" She replied and sat across from him.
"Why are you being so nice to me?" He asked
"We went over this last night, you apealed to my human side" Hermione replied.
"But at school, you hate me" He reminded her
"Truer words have never been spoken, and I still have an intense hate for you Malfoy, but here you are, in a world full of
mudbloods, and you needed my help, it would have been wrong of me to just leave you on your own when you needed me the most.
So, i am calling a truce, I will be civil to you, if you be civil to me, I am offering you a place to stay for as long as you
need it as long as you never call me mudblood ever again, you treat me with respect...the respect that I deserve, and I will
make sure that you dont die in the big bad muggle world" She informed him
"I guess I agree to the truce" Draco smiled and offered his hand to her to shake, she shook and then grinned.
"Are you cold?" Hermione asked, still with a silly grin on her face.
"No, why would I be?" He asked, confused
"You are only wearing boxer shorts" She informed him, Draco looked down at himself and then blushed in a very un-malfoy
manner. He had not realised that he was indeed only wearing his black silk boxer shorts. His ribs were still bandaged but
other that that, he was scantly dressed. He smirked across the table as Hermione laughed at him.
"Umm, I couldn't find my other clothes" He explained weakly, she smiled at him and pushed a pile of clothes across the table
to him.
"They are my dad's, they should fit you, you are both about the same size" Hermione explained, Draco stiffly stood up and
slipped the pants on, he put on the white business shirt but didn't bother to do up the buttons.
"So...where are your parents?" Draco asked
"They are in France for a convention, they wont be back for a few weeks." She explained to him
"Why didn't you go with them?" Draco asked "I thought you loved France"
"I do, I do love France, I am being punished" Hermione explained sadly
"What could the perfect miss Granger have possibly done to make her parents go to France with out her?" Draco asked as he
turned back to is breakfast.
"They found out that I was going to join the army to fight Voldemort" She told him, he nodded understandingly.
"I guess that is bad, my dad would go crazy about that to" Draco replied and Hermione smiled.
"Hey, finish up your breakfast, I am going to give you a lesson on muggles today" She smiled and went to clean her plates.
For the second time that morning, Draco wondered why he had gotten himself into.
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yip ya (yes, i did say yip ya)
hope yo enjoyed it, review for me
I'll update soon.