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Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter or the Characters used in this story. J.K. Rowling does. Plot is mine.

Draco Lucifer… Granger?

Hermione,

Well. I can honestly say that I nearly died when I read your last letter. Both Harry and I send our deepest sympathies to you. Has he been a complete twat since he's been there? I would invite you to come stay with us but the chances of you being able to come…well…alone are slim right? Mum says that if we invite you we have to invite him along as well. Which neither Harry nor I really want to do. But YOU are always welcome at the Burrow. Maybe he won't want to come with you… Why would he want to come here? You know, seeing as all the blood traitors and the Righteous Boy Who Lived are all under one roof. Ha! Write back soon.

Ron

Hermione giggled and rolled here eyes. She was pulling some paper out to write back to Ronald when she noted the time. It was eleven o'clock in the morning. Her parents had been gone for two days now, on their business trip. Hermione was pleasantly surprised that her and Draco had been getting along so well on their own. They'd certainly had a very good time the night before, although Hermione's head hurt slightly now that she was recovering.

Flash Back:

The muggle rock was playing extremely loud on Hermione's surround sound system in the den. Draco stood on the couch in his boxers and socks, a lampshade atop his head, playing the air guitar. Hermione had fallen to her knees laughing hysterically. She believed her and Malfoy were becoming…well civil on a regular basis because one, Malfoy didn't have anybody else, and two, they had to be or else they already would've killed each other.

When the song ended Draco hopped off the couch and over the coffee table, landing on his knees in front of the large screen television.

"Ow!" he hooted, ending his performance. He rolled over and lay next to Hermione who was sitting on her knees pouring herself some Sprite. She felt slightly guilty because her and Malfoy were quite tipsy at this point in time. He'd conjured up some butter beer and the two of them had made a night of it.

"Granger, babe," he slurred. "You know you're quite a gal!"

Hermione giggled and turned to face him just as he reached up and pulled her down next to him. He then smiled and the two of them sat staring at the ceiling.

"I think you're drunk, Malfoy," she said smiling at him. "I must say I've never seen you so relaxed."

"I'm relaxed because I'm amongst good company and I don't have to worry about anybody shaving off my hair…or eyebrows or something like that. Crabbe and Goyle did that to me once. Not amusing at all!" he said, lifting his fist in the air and shaking it. Hermione smiled. She wasn't quite as out of it as Malfoy was but her head was still happily buzzing.

"I'm going to tell you a secret," Hermione whispered. He looked at her, squinting his silver orbs in concentration before he snorted and let out a low laugh.

"Okay," he said recovering. "What's that then?"

"This is the first time I've been drunk," she chirped happily at him.

"Oh!" Malfoy said, looking surprised. "And you've chosen to share your first time with me?"

She nodded, smiling toothily at him. He smiled back and for the first time he truly looked handsome. He scooted towards her a little bit and wrapped an arm loosely around her waist.

"Thank you," he muttered into her hair. "Thank you so much for this…"

Hermione felt her buzz die a bit and she hugged Draco back, her palm rubbing slow circles between his shoulder blades. He let out a deep breath, his eyes shut.

"You know Granger," he muttered after a moment. "I never thought you were a party girl."

Hermione laughed lightly and Draco looked up at her, his eyes unfocused.

"I'm not usually. I've never done anything like this. And I never thought I'd be doing it with you of all people," she said quietly. The CD they'd been listening to had ended and now all was quiet. "But I must say I think I've had more fun with you than I would've if I'd gotten drunk with Harry and Ron."

Draco propped himself up on his elbow, now slightly above Hermione. He smirked slowly at her.

"See? I do outdo them in everything," Draco said. "I feel slightly bad for corrupting you though."

"You haven't," Hermione reassured him and he looked a bit disappointed.

"Damn," he murmured. She laughed and punched him in the shoulder.

"Come with me," she said sitting up. But she did it much too quickly and her head throbbed a bit. "Whoa," she said giggling.

"Take it easy," Draco muttered. He got to his feet slowly and held his hands out to her. She reached up and took them and when he attempted to pull her to her feet, she pulled hard and they both went flailing back onto the floor, Draco landing splayed on top of her. The two of them groaned seeing they'd knocked their foreheads together and then they looked at each other and laughed hysterically, Draco rolling off of her with his arm over his eyes.

"Sorry bout that," he gasped. Hermione sat up and slowly got to her feet.

"You're the perfect gentleman, you know that?" she asked as Draco too got to his feet, rubbing his forehead.

"What you mean?" he asked, looking down at her with a silly little grin on his face.

"You've had several opportunities to take advantage of me and you haven't," Hermione began. Draco cocked his eyebrow at her. "Which doesn't mean I want you to!" she added quickly. "I was simply making an observation. I've heard a lot of things about you…"

"Like what? That I rape unwilling women and then murder them for the Dark Lord?" Draco snapped. Hermione's eyes widened with surprise.

"Nothing that horrible," Hermione muttered. "But yes, that you're less than respectful to your…er…partners."

"Well…That was true at one point," Draco said. "But I regret it now. And I wanted this to be different because I'm beginning to think of you as a friend…"

"You shag all of your friends?" Hermione asked. She could feel a little bit of their old relationship creeping back in. Things were getting touchy.

Draco stared at her for a long time, his eyes narrowed. He would either laugh it off or take her much too seriously. She watched as his mouth slowly broke into a smile.

"I used to," he said. He then threw his arm loosely over her shoulders. "Lead the way Miss Granger."

Little did they know, the Granger residence was surrounded…

End.

The two of them had spent the night looking at the stars. The evening passed by slowly and uneventful. And at the end they both returned to their respectable rooms and passed out. Hermione had woken to the sound of Draco singing downstairs in the kitchen as he bustled about making breakfast. That's when she'd gotten the letter.

Now she sat staring at the clock when she noticed something odd. She'd seen a flick of movement in the bushes outside. It had looked like a small swirl of black cloth… She shook her head thinking that maybe it was just the hang over. She began to write slowly searching her mind for the right words. And that's when it happened.

She heard glass shatter downstairs. She looked up her eyes wide, not really seeing the birds flutter past the window. Her heart stopped as she heard struggling and loud yells coming up the stairs. She dropped her pen and bolted out of her room, down the stairs and into the kitchen. She saw Draco first, his back pressed against the fridge, and then she saw the cloaked Death Eater only inches away from him. Draco looked panicked as soon as Hermione came into his view. She had her wand out.

"Granger!" he gasped. "Run!"

It was then that the Death Eater turned on Hermione and lifted his wand. Everything stopped at that moment…

"Avada-"

"No!" Draco screamed. The Death Eater, momentarily distracted paused, as Draco dove forward and threw himself on top of Hermione.

"Kedavra!"

The curse flew wild and broke the glass in Mrs. Granger's china cabinet doors. Both Draco and Hermione felt the wind of it. Hermione shivered as Draco rolled off of her and lifted his wand. Suddenly there were yells throughout the house as more Death Eaters came down the stairs. Hermione swallowed back her scream and lifted her wand as well. Draco jumped up and pulled her to her feet throwing her behind him.

The front door was knocked in and more cloaked figures flooded in. Hermione was grabbed from behind and she screamed and began to struggle as another hooded figure took a hold of Draco. Aurors poured into the house and after that, the scene was wiped from Hermione's eyes as the wizard who had a hold of her Apparated from the scene.

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Her feet hit the ground beneath her roughly and she nearly toppled over but was kept standing by the man who had rescued her. She was vaguely aware of the arrival of Draco and his Auror arriving a moment after her.

"Is everyone alright?"

She knew that voice. She spun around to face none other than Arthur Weasley, and it was then that she saw the lopsided Burrow standing proudly behind him. She smiled, tears of relief spilling down her cheeks as she threw her arms around Mr. Weasley. He patted her on the back.

"There, there, Hermione," he muttered. "Everything's going to be fine. Don't you worry about a thing."

It was then that it began to rain down on them. Draco, who was scantily clad in his boxers, and his boxers alone let out a startled cry.

"Hurry kids!" Mr. Weasley said. Hermione turned to make sure that Malfoy was intact, and then she turned and ran towards the Burrow. Bill Weasley had been the other wizard who had come to save them.

Mrs. Weasley threw open the doors to find the four of them standing and shivering, drenched form head to foot.

"Come in, come in!" she said smiling warmly. The four of them entered the cozy kitchen to find the whole Weasley family in the kitchen staring worriedly at them. As soon as the door was shut they were bombarded with hugs.

"I'm so glad everyone's alright!" Mrs. Weasley said, holding Hermione tight to her bosom. Hermione hugged her back fiercely, still in shock from what had just happened. Draco slowly moved out of the swarm and stood awkwardly near the fire. Of course nobody would take any notice of him here. He didn't belong. He stared into the flames, his fingers finding their way to his family ring. He twisted it three times and sighed, waiting until everyone was done with all the loving…

Mr. Weasley and Bill left the room quickly.

The said loving lasted about fifteen minutes before all became quiet. Draco had sat down on a small wooden stool next to the fireplace, attempting to dry off a bit. He looked up to find the Weasley clan, Granger, and Potter staring at him guiltily. He cleared his throat.

"Don't mind me," he drawled. "I'm just er…waiting for you all to finish saying hello."

He was vaguely aware that most of the Weasleys in the small kitchen were glaring at him. The youngest and only female, however was staring at him dumbfounded. Mrs. Weasley looked at Draco sympathetically.

"Come here dear," she said holding out her arms to him.

"I'm quite fine, thanks," Draco said. His tone wasn't rude, just quiet.

"Nonsense!" Mrs. Weasley said, pressing him into an equally fierce hug as Granger had received upon arrival. "I'm so sorry. I know these past couple of weeks have been far from easy for you."

Potter and Weasel-B continued to glare at him. He looked away from them as Mrs. Weasley patted his back. She then turned to her son and pulled him next to Draco. Ron tensed up considerably.

"Yes. You're about the same height. Ronald, go fetch Draco some of your clothing. He's shivering!" Mrs. Weasley said.

Ron stalked out of the kitchen silently, his shoulders hunched. Potter followed him out quickly without another backward glance at Draco. Mrs. Weasley pushed him into a chair at the table and hurried to the stove. She quickly returned with a bowl of stew and set it in front of him, handing him a spoon.

"There you are dear," she said. "Eat up. You're much too thin."

Fred and George sat down in across from Draco and they stared him down. Draco felt his face flush and his palms become sweaty. He wasn't welcome here and he knew it. At least not by the lot of them. Fred spun his wand between his fingers sizing Draco up and George merely sat stony faced, his arms crossed over his chest, his wand held loosely in his right hand.

Draco opened his mouth to protest the food but was quickly interrupted by the twins.

"I'd eat it if I were you Malfoy," Fred hissed across the table. Hermione glared at them disapprovingly.

The guy had just lost his parents and they were going to bully him?

"Mum gets very insulted when you don't appreciate her hospitality," George added for good measure. Draco stared at them defiantly. He wasn't about to let the two freckled wonders intimidate him into eating. He didn't feel like it. Honestly, he wanted to throw up and then go shrivel up and die somewhere.

"You two stop it!" Mrs. Weasley snapped. "If he's not hungry then he doesn't have to eat. He's just been through a traumatic experience!"

With one last sneer from the twins they stood and served themselves some stew. Draco, feeling obligated to at least taste Mrs. Weasley's stew took a small bite out of politeness. He was pleasantly surprised to find it delicious and he began eating slowly, letting the soup warm him.

Shortly later, Ron entered the kitchen and walked up to Draco, thrusting his clothes rudely in Draco's face. He was holding a pair of tattered jeans and an atrocious brown knitted sweater. One of the sleeves had unraveled past the elbow. Draco stared at the clothing and then at Ron with a sad frown upon his pale face.

"What?" Ron snapped.

"Ronald!" Hermione hissed disapprovingly.

"Not up to your standards Malfoy?" Ron growled. "Is it not good enough for you?"

Harry actually looked a tad bit shocked at his best friend's behavior. Mrs. Weasley spun around and immediately her face turned red with anger.

"Ronald Weasley!" she shrieked at her youngest son. "What has gotten into you?! You march right upstairs this instant and get him something suitable to wear! You hear me? NOW!"

Ron, shooting daggers at Draco who hadn't said a word, left the kitchen, slamming the door behind him. Mrs. Granger went back to tidying the kitchen grumbling darkly under her breath. She then served herself some stew and sat down.

Draco was glaring determinedly down at the table, the familiar burning sensation quivering behind his eyes. He blinked ferociously to push his tears back. He didn't want to be here. He didn't want to have to deal with the death glares left and right and the very apparent hostility. Hermione stood quickly and sat next to him, putting her hand on his arm. She squeezed it reassuringly.

After Draco was sure that his eyes were dry he looked up at her and gave her a small thankful smile. Mrs. Weasley looked at Hermione approvingly. The young Malfoy boy needed a friend.

"Where did Mr. Weasley go?" Draco asked Hermione.

"He went into the other room to report back the the Auror Headquarters. He needed to let them know he successfully completed their mission." Hermione muttered. The twins gaped at her. How could she even look at Malfoy? She glared back at them.

"I meant to thank him," Draco said slowly.

"He'll be back in a moment dear," Mrs. Weasley said with a warm smile. Ginny hadn't touched her stew. She stared at the youngest existing Malfoy, clearly astounded that he was in her presence.

"I never thought a Malfoy would be sitting in my kitchen half naked," Ginny muttered.

"Ginerva!" Mrs. Weasley said. "Honestly. I didn't raise all of my children to be so rude to houseguests! I wonder where I went wrong teaching you all your manners because you clearly don't have any at all!"

"I was only saying mum," Ginny murmured turning very red. She continued to stare at Draco, her mouth slightly open. This in turn made Draco flush himself and he became very interested in his empty bowl.

"Would you like more dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked him.

"Yes please," Draco muttered avoiding looking up to meet Mrs. Weasley's gaze.

"Ginny it may just be me, but I don't think that stew is what's making your mouth water," Hermione teased. If it were possible Ginny turned even redder and finally averted her eyes from Draco, returning to her food. Mrs. Weasley giggled girlishly and nudged her daughter.

"Mum!" Ginny whined, already embarrassed enough as it was.

Draco served himself more soup and quickly sat down.

Fred and George rolled their eyes.

Mrs. Weasley feared that they would continue to bully Draco. She knew that him and her boys hadn't been on the best of terms since they'd first met. But seeing Draco now, she knew that the boy had changed. She was just hoping Ronald and the others would be able to see that and accept him. If they didn't he wouldn't have anybody left… She had faith in her children though. It was the Weasley Way. They would help anyone in need of it.

A/N: I could've written more but it's four in the morning here and I'm tired and this looked like a good place to stop. Thank you to all that took the time to review on this story. Please, I beg of you leave me good detailed reviews. I will love you forever. And I really love your feedback. So yeah. That would be awesome. Will update soon. I already have the next chapter planned out. :) Love to all.

-Jessie