Sorry I know it took forever for me to get this chapter up. I've been busy with school and work as well as having my but kicked by some extreme writers block.
Well anyway I hope you all like it.
Rain On Me
Draco ran through the streets of the small town where Hermione lived. He was desperately searching for the address a friendly muggle had given him, god he couldn't believe he was able to ask a muggle for help, and the rain was not helping. He was soaked and tired. It was getting to into the early hours of the morning when he finally found the house. He pulled his trunk onto the deck sheltering himself from the rain. He began to wonder if he should've come here and if he should even bother knocking on the door, or whether Hermione would even help him when he'd been such an ass in past.
Hermione was awake reading in her room when she heard it. The faintest thud on the porch, and the distinct creak of boards as somone walked onto it. Hermione pulled herself from her bed grabbing only two things a robe and her wand. She crept down the stairs slowly trying not to make any noise. She paused for a moment at the front door before throwing it open hitting a very surprised Draco square in the face.
"What the bloody hell Granger?" Draco snapped holding his hand over his eye where the door hit.
"Draco?" Hermione questioned. She paused for a moment then said, "What are you doing here?"
"I know I don't deserve it, but I need help." he said calmly looking at Hermione. His eyes pleading with her, begging her to forget his past mistakes.
"I'm sorry what was that Draco. You need my help. I thought I was just a good for nothing know it all mudblood." Her voice gave away the fact that she was clearly gloating and irritated.
"Yes Granger is that so hard to believe. Unlike what people like to think I do need help on occassion." Draco sounded very irratated by this point, but he knew he ought not get mad otherwise the one person who might've been able to help would refuse to, and probably curse him in the process.
Hermione just stood there for a moment taking in the sight of an obviously weakened and drenched Draco Malfoy fighting with herself about whether or not it was worth it to help him. Her thoughts jumping between slam the door on him or let him in and hear him out.
"Fine Draco I'll help," she finally said. "Come in we'll find you something dry to wear."
"Thank you," was all Draco could manage to say as he picked up his trunk once more and carried it into the quiet house.
Hermione quickly found some of her brothers old clothes and brought them to Draco and said, "Here change into these I'll put those wet ones in the wash." Hermione handed Draco and old band t-shirt and a pair of black sweat pants.
As Hermione waited for Draco to change she asked, "Umm Draco... why'd you come to me for help? I'm quite sure you know so many people that would or could help you with whatever the problem is."
"Actually no." said Draco. "In this situation the only other person that could help me would be Dumbledore himself and seeing as I would have no idea where to find him you were the next best thing."
Hermione looked baffled. She really wanted to ask what the problem was, but was a little scared to. Draco opened the door after changing and noticed Hermione's confused expression. "You want to know what the problem is don't you?"
Hermione just stared at the ground blushing at his awareness of her thoughts unsure of what to say. "The problem, Hermione, is that I do not want to become my father."
Hermione looked up, "And how can I help with that?"
"Help me get into contact with Dumbledore and if possible allow me to stay here just until we leave for school."
Hermione looked at Draco's pleading face, and said "I'll help you get in contact with Dumbledore if I can, but as for staying here I'm not sure yet. You can sleep here tonight though she found an extra pillow and some blankets for Draco. "I know that the couch isn't that comfortable but it'll do for now."
"Thanks Granger." Draco said, and with that Hermione returned to her room.
Sleep did not come easy for Hermione the rest of the night. Although she would never admit it she did enjoy knowing what was going on with people, and not knowing what was happenning with Draco was killing her she desperately wanted to know what he meant when he said he did not want to become his father. Was it just the aspects of his character the cold uncaring person he did not want to become or was it the death eater side or even possibly both.
The light of a new day slowy crept into the Granger household and Draco had been awake to watch it. He was now very anxious it wouldn't be long until his father realized that he was not at the house. And not much longer after realizing that, would his father realize that all of his things were gone too. His fathers' search would begin, and if he succeeded in finding Draco there would be hell to pay.
Hermione awoke once the mornings light had filled her bedroom. She crawled out of bed and immeadiately wrote a letter to Dumbledore explaining the events of the previous night to him signing off with a please reply asap. She attached the letter to her owls' leg and sent him off before heading to the bathroom to get ready.
As she went to open the bathroom door it swung open revealing a shirtless Draco, and though Hermione hated it she could not help but notice how nicely toned Draco was. She shook the thoughts from her head and said, "Good Morning Draco. Did you manage to sleep alright?"
"Good morning and yes." Draco said lying to her.
"I sent off a letter to Dumbledore just now so hopefully he will reply soon. Until we get things staightened out with him I suppose you can stay here."
"Thank you," said Draco. He went to walk around her to allow her to enter the bathroom, and as he did he brushed ever so slightly against Hermiones' body. The lightness of the touch sent shivers through both of them. Draco glanced back about half way down the hall just in time to see Hermione whip her head around. Obviously she had been watching him as he walked away. Draco then turned back smirking ever so slightly, though he did not know why he enjoyed the thought of her watching him walk away.
Hermione had to take a deep breath before she could move again as she stepped into the washroom she tried to clear her mid of these thoughts she was having. Thoughts of Draco, thoughts she knew her friends would not approve of. After stepping out of the shower she stood in front of the mirror examining her hair trying to find a way to make it lay flatter. She eventually decided that whether it worked or not she would try the straightening iron again. The mindless movement of the brush and iron allowed her thoughts to wander. She began contemplating on whether or not she should owl Harry and Ron, her two best friends, about what was happening. After only a few moments of thinking she had cut Ron out she already knew his reply, "What! You're letting that prat stay with you! And how the bloody hell do you know that this is't part of Volemorts' plan! I mean his father is a death eater and he probably is too! What if the plan is to get to Harry through you?" Hermione decided it was worth it to owl Harry though he would most likely be more understanding and have a better insight on the situation, but either way she'd have to wait for her owl to retun from the trip to Dumbledore.
She got dressed into her usual summer outfit of a jean mini skirt and a tank top today she had decided to go with a navy blue one, and then went down stairs to fix some breakfast for herself and Draco.
Draco sat on the couch he had slept on the previous night readig a book. He had re-adorned himself with a black t-shirt, and had folded up the blankets he had used and placed them on the arm of the couch. Despite what most people thought about him and his family baing rich and having house elves and servants do all their chores, there was one thing good his father had tought him and that was the importance of doing everything to the best of your ability which included keeping a tidy house or room. Draco was fully engrossed in his book, and only looked up when he heard a floor board creek, and what he saw took him by utter surprise. He had become so accustomed to only seeing Hermione in a school uniform that the sight of her in anything else was very shocking.
Hermiones' face flushed red to see the young blond wizard staring at her with his jaw dropped, though he did not realize it was.
"Would you like some breakfast?" she asked as she rushed by him, and around the corner into the kitchen.
Draco snapped back to reality. "Sure," he said, and closed up his book setting it down atop his trunk. He walked into the kitchen, and despite himself could not help but stare at her as she zoomed around the kitchen preparing eggs and toast for breakfast and setting the small kitchen table. He saw a beauty in her that he never realized was there.
Let the rain fall
Let it fall
Washing away past sins
So I may expierience this
The here and now
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