A/N: This is a remake of a fanfic I read two years after Harry Potter came out. It is called Damaged, Author still unknown. I have decided to keep doing this form my memory. I plan on doing two more chapters after where the author irregularly ends it. I just hope the irregular author doesn't mind my remake; I'm doing it to honor of her work. I only take credit for my idea's in this story witch is not that many. I fill in the blanks when I don't recall what happed, but that's all I am really doing. So if you love the idea Unknown author deserves the credit not I. If you love the way I wrote it, I know you'll love the way she wrote it too. I hope to put a link on my home page for all those that want to read the original work. But have no fear I am not stopping here.

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"Catch Me I am Falling"

January 25 (Draco POV)

Draco sat behind his desk looking over the papers again and again. 'Why did I tell him I would help with his finesses?' A week ago Harry Potter had came to Draco's offices asking him for help with his finesses. He had said for most of his life someone else ran them and when it was handed over to him he had done well at first, but sometime last year money just started to disappear out of his bank and he couldn't finger out where it was going.

Draco had listen to Potter for about an hour before he had said, someone was stealing money for him. Someone that had accesses too his bank account at some point in Potter life. That meant Draco would have to go over ALL of Potters account books dating back to when it was first open. They had agreed what they where doing would have to remain a secret. If at any point in time the thief thought someone was on to them. They could go back and cover their tacks.

He also told Potter to monitor his account closely. At the end of the week Potter was to with draw all his money and put it in a new account only he and his wife Ginny had accesses too. Now as long as Potter did as he was told Draco would figure out how much money of Potters was taken. When it had first started being taken and hopefully who was taking it.

What Draco hadn't thought of was just how many different people had there hands on the bank account. There was over sixthly names of people who had there hands on it and there was 1 account book for each month of every year scenes Potter was a baby. Each month there was a different name on just who was responsible for the money that month. Draco had to sort them by name first. With each pile of books he would have to sort by dates and then he would have to go over it with a fine tooth cam to make sure everything was in odder.

After two days he had found 3 peoples books that had something odd in them. Hagerd (A/N: Is that spelled right?) was one of them. He looked it over a second time before deciding the man was just plan bad at math and nothing more. The books were getting down in numbers, but Draco was tired. His head hart and he was hunger then he had ever been before. Well not really, but it had been a while scenes he ate anything. Opening his offices door he saw Taela was going out on break.

"Is there something I can do for you sir?" She asked looking like she hoped the hell not. Draco smirked at her. He liked Taela as his security not because she was good at her job, but because she would tell him to bugger off if he was grumpy or being a jerk. She was about 65 years old and had a look that screamed mean old lady. Draco shut his office door lucking it behind him.

"Yeah let me have lunch with you." He said to her and she smiled at him.

"Only if your buy sir" Taela beamed at him

"Why not, it's not like I can't afford it." He smirked at her as they walked down the hall and out the front door. It was nice to get out of the office and away form the work even if it was just for lunch with a woman that felt like his grandmother to him. He never really did anything like nice for the woman and she had been a grate security form the get go. She always made sure he looked his best before important clients came in. She would keep out anyone Draco didn't want to see and she knew how his moods where; so she could canals and rescales meeting without being told to.

There was also one other thing she did for him. She always what through the morning newspaper or any magazines he got to make sure there was nothing in them that might upset him. If she thought there was something that would upset him and get in the way of his work she would remove it form the office at ones. He had noticed she had been removing page 2 of his newspaper the past few days. If he hadn't been so busy going over Potter books he would know why, but he just hadn't had time to step out and get a new newspaper.

So when Taela and he were done with lunch he gave her the day off and boat himself a newspaper. He planed to read it after he was done looking over the 2 other books that didn't add up. 'What could possibly be so bad she take all of page 2 for 3 days in a row?'

January 28 (Hermione POV)

When Hermione got a owl at 7am for her to go to Draco's offices at 9pm that night she know it was going to be intense. That morning on page two the reporter doing her so-called brake down on the war had written about Draco's part in the war. She claimed to have more proof of him being guilty of being the most violent death eater. Of choose she didn't have anything escaped rumors form old drunks that weren't even there themselves.

When Hermione popped into the office Draco had his back to her. He hadn't heard her come in. She took a moment to study him before making her self know. He was staring into a fire he had going in the fire pit. One of his arms was placed on the mantle holding him up as the rest of him hung low. His eyes were trances fixed on the fire. Hermione could see the photo of him form the newspaper earlier that day burning in the flames. That's when she knew he wasn't guilty of any of it.

She moved back form him unsure if she should go and come back later. She dumped into a coffee table she hadn't seen before. The noise caused Draco to look up; she didn't even have time to make a sound before he was on her tarring off her cloths. The sex was rougher then all but one of there encounters. Hermione couldn't believe it was really him at one point. He was use-ly the one taking it not giving it.

It was around 11pm he rolled off her. Closing his eyes he leaned back on the sofa, Hermione couldn't help her self. As she sat up too sit next to him; pulling a blanket over them both. "You're not guilty are you?" His eyes snapped open and he looked positively violent.

"You can't ask that question it's against the roles!" He growled at her and then turned his back on her. At first Hermione was too scared to press him any farther. It didn't last to long as she looked over his sweat cover body.

"Why don't you just tell them you didn't do it? I mean if you at lest denied what they where saying about you it would do something right?" To her astonishment he laughed a cold laugh.

"It wouldn't make one bit of a different." He said as he turned to look at her.

"Why wouldn't it?" She moved a little closer to him, not to close just incase he lost control of himself.

"Because people believe what they want to believe. If I denied it no one would believe me because they want to believe I am guilty. So no matter what I will be guilty in there eyes." Hermione couldn't argue with this. It was true after all, if he had told her before tonight he didn't do it, she wouldn't have believed him. "Besides Granger what makes you so sure I didn't do it." He sneered at her

"I just know is all." She said

"How do you just know hmm how?" He growled She placed a gently hand on his chest and looked into his cold gray eyes.

"I just do."