Guys! I just love you all. I love you all so much! You guys have been so amazing, and I'm going to try and get the next few chapters written so that way when I finally start school and work the chapters still come at a steady flow! I love the movie Chicago. I love it so much! And that was really random, but I'm actually watching it as I write this XD Thank you for your amazing reviews and support! Here it is! I hope I don't let you guys down with this story, I know for sure where it's going now and I hope you guys like it!

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Wizard Protection Program: Cursed

Hermione let the warm air of her house welcome and shield her from the bitter November chill outside; rushing in and jumping about to get her blood flowing a bit faster for warmth. It was early November, and it would start snowing anytime, but that had thought had escaped Hermione's head when she rushed out the door early this morning to go to the grocery store. She left way before the local Super-Mart had opened its doors for costumers, she had her regular check up at the doctors, but it still left a lot of time. After last night he intended to take every measure necessary to stay away from the horrid and very ungrateful man that had taken refuge in her house.

Hermione rolled her eyes as she heard thumping above her, followed by the sound of glass breaking. She pulled the jar of jelly from the paper bag and placed it down rather harshly on the counter. When this was over, he would pay for whatever it was he just broke. Not that it would really be a burden on him; the Malfoy family had more money than god, even after all the money they slipped to The Prophet to stop the slander of their name after the war. She moved around the kitchen slowly, in no rush to finish the task at hand; all she needed really needed to do was keep busy. Keep busy, Keep Breathing. A year of therapy had instilled that deep into her head, and began to become her sole goal in life after her.

"Hermione." A voice croaked out from behind her.

She nearly jumped out of her skin, she turned to see Malfoy standing in the door frame nearest to the living room, and she hadn't heard him come through the living room, let alone come down the stairs.

"Where have you been?" Malfoy demanded as he leaned his head against the door pane.

Hermione narrowed her eyes, about to summon a storm of acid and explain to him that they were not in any way on first name bases, nor did she ever have to explain to him where she had been, but she stopped before she even opened her mouth. She hadn't noticed the distress in his voice, but what she had noticed was the messy blonde hair that was sticking to his head with beads of sweat, and his labored breathing.

"Is everything….alright?" She inquired skeptically.

Malfoy didn't answer, he simply rushed forward and grabbed her wrist violently, before dragging her up the stairs, and causing her to drop the box of spaghetti noodles she had been unpacking. Draco was in a panic, and his vice of a grip was sure to leave bruises on Hermione's wrist as he dragged her into the upstairs bathroom.

Hermione drew a sharp breathe as he pulled her into the bathroom, her stomach churned and bile rose in her throat. On the ground lay the small, young, Scorpius, bundled up in blankets. His face discolored a sickly green, and blood coated his blue lips as he hacked it up and into the toilet. Draco leaned down and took his pulled his sons arm out of the bundle tenderly, whispering soothing words as to him as he did so.

The veins in his arm were pressed against his skin as if they were about to pop out from under his skin, and the blood that flowed through said veins were a deathly shade of black; by the looks of things, it was spreading. Draco Malfoy looked up at Hermione Granger with misty eyes and a glazed over expression before whispering: "I know you can save him."

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Hermione and Draco tore apart the little boy's room viciously, searching every nook, every cranny for whatever had cursed the innocent toddler. Although they both knew too well what would happen if they couldn't help him soon, they both chose not to voice the fact.

"You know the risk, right?" Tears rose in her eyes as she clawed through the sheets on his bed and flipped the mattress. "If I use the wand, Aurors—and who else knows who else- will come!"

"Let the fuckers come Granger!" He growled as he tossed the contents of the closet across the room. "I saw Potter give it to you, and I heard what he said! You are the only healer I know-"

"I'm not a healer, I'm a pre-school teacher," She choked over her words and wiped the tears as the fell from her face. "I never finished my training."

"Granger!" Draco screamed as he grabbed her harshly by the shoulders. His face covered in fear. "You are the only person I know with any type of medical training! You will do this for me, or—"

Malfoy's eyes slid from her face and refocused on something behind her, his sentence slipped into the air of tension in the room as he let her go. Hermione turned fast enough to pull what looked like a small scrap of paper from a tear in the mattress.

"You've got to be kidding me." Draco rapidly crumpled the photo, storming from the room while muttering a stream of curses.

Hermione reached down, picking up the waxed coated paper and smoothing it out.

A photograph.

A smiling baby with brilliant silver eyes, in the arms of a glowing woman. It was Scorpius and his mother. Scorpius and Astoria. After a few minutes of studying the details of the picture, Hermione felt a burning in her finger tips, as if fire itself were spreading through her veins, and before she knew it, her hands were twitching, as if crippled, and the photo fell to the floor.

Hermione's breathe was ragged as she wrapped the photo in a blanket, and rushed to find Draco. It had been the photo that cursed the youngest Malfoy. The child had to have held this photo with such ferocity, to be affected by it like he was, and had endured the pain as it spread through his body. Just to be closer to his mother.

Draco was not far, she found him slumped against the bathroom wall, stroking his son's hair, and whispering into Scorpius's ear. Under any other circumstances, Hermione would not have intruded on this private moment, but time wasn't something they had time for.

"Bring him down stairs, lay him on the table." She commanded, trying to sound more confident in her abilities than she was, before leaving him to it.

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Hermione shredded the end of her table cloth into five pieces, tying one around his arm tightly to lower the blood flow and pouring whiskey over the others, setting it beside the wand. She rushed to the kitchen, groceries long forgotten, and pulled a knife from the holder she kept next to the stove. Her shaky hands turned on the stove as she held the knife under the flame to sterilize it before returning to the dining room.

"Hold his hand," She instructed Draco with great command in her voice, her adrenalin was finally kicking in, and she prayed that it would help her through this.

Draco reached for his son with one hand, and for the bottle of whiskey with the other, after taking one long drink; he gave her a tight nod as the go ahead.

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Don't worry guys; chapter four is going to take place right where this one left off! It's going to be gory and blood filled and..lol jk. Im not planning on describing the exact procedure of what happens, just because I don't think I could wrte it without grossing anyone out. I wanted something that there 'relationship' could move forward with, that way it brings something different to the potential romance than other Dramione stories. I hope I haven't disappointed anyone yet!

-Korttttttttt.