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with it.
I apologize to all of you who thought I made Draco too out of character in the last chapter. That's just how it happened in my mind so I wrote it that way. I really don't believe that he is completely heartless and I think he does feel remorse for some of the things he does, even if he doesn't show it all the time.
Read on!
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Hermione stood outside a large building made of solid granite, looking at the door. The silver knocker was a large serpent with its mouth bared, showing it's long fangs. Her hand trembled with fear as she silently opened the door.
She entered the hallway and it was exactly as she had envisioned it; made completely of marble with extremely expensive looking artifacts about the walls. At the end of the corridor was a pair of double doors she knew led into the study.
She heard a pained scream and ran as quietly as she could to the end of the hall, hoping she wasn't to late. Throwing open the doors she saw Draco lying on the floor with thick red streaks across his back and covering his face and hands.
Before Lucius could react she petrified him and then bound and gagged him. She would deal with him later. Draco lay semiconscious in a puddle of his own blood, gazing up at her. He struggled to get to his feet but collapsed onto the floor once more, landing with a thud on the cold marble.
"Granger?" He said tentatively. His eyes were glazed over and he kept repeating her last name over and over again until he passed out. His eyes slowly rolled back into his head and his mouth fell open.
"Oh God, don't die. Please don't die." She bent down to check his pulse. His heart was still beating, but only faintly. She had to get him back to Hogwarts, fast. After saying a simple spell to make him weightless she carried him outside and put him in front of her on the broom she had stolen from the school.
"Don't worry. It'll be okay." She said to him although he couldn't hear her. She kicked off from the ground and up into the air. The clouds swirled around her as she soared above them and tried to remember which way it was to the castle. She dove under the clouds once more to find the tall church steeple, if she flew towards that she was going the right way.
She spotted it through the mist and flew towards the sound of its' bells ringing. Draco groaned and moved in his unconscious state, nearly falling fifty feet to the marshy ground below. At the last second Hermione caught him by the sleeve of his designer robe and pulled him to safety.
"Don't leave Draco, not yet. We're so close." She could see the four towers of the school brushing their way through the top of the clouds. Draco groaned again and opened his eyes. He clutched his stomach in pain. When he brought his hands away they were covered in blood. "Hold on. Please hold on." She urged him.
His eyes focused on her for the first time and he blinked several times, as if trying to make sure it wasn't a dream. "Granger?" He was about to reach out and touch her when another spasm of pain shook him and he grasped his stomach again.
She coaxed the broom to go as fast as it could with her legs and sped towards the castle. She landed as close to the school as she could and dragged Draco inside and to the Hospital Wing. He grimaced with every step he tried to take until once again, he fainted.
"Madam Pomfrey! Madam Pomfrey!" Hermione yelled as she left Draco at the entrance to the room and ran in search of the nurse. The old woman came out of her office and looking at the girl in confusion.
"What is it dear? Is something-" Hermione cut her off before she could finish her sentence and pulled her towards the body of the limp boy. Madam Pomfrey wasted no time in putting him straight to bed and treating the various wounds over his body. Hermione watched on to make sure he would be all right.
After she was sure he would live she ran to tell Dumbledore what she had seen at the manor. She sprinted across the castle and arrived at the griffin statue completely winded. She panted and managed to say the password, "Peppermint Imps," in between two deep breaths.
She climbed the stairs that appeared and barged into his office. The Headmaster was talking to Fawkes and looked up when she intruded. His eyes twinkled and he motioned for her to sit down but she remained as near to the door as she could.
"Professor! Draco, in the manor! Lucius! He's still there! Come on! We have to go!" She motioned to the door and started to leave. Dumbledore gave her a perplexed look but remained in his spot.
"Miss Granger, perhaps you could tell me exactly what you mean." She knew he knew a little more than he was letting on but she caught her breath and spilled out everything she had done.
"Professor I have visions. At first I thought they were just dreams but then they all came true. I had one where I saw Malfoy being abused by his father on Christmas and I know you told me I can't change to future or the past but I had to. I'm so sorry Professor. I couldn't just let him die though! I never would have been able to overcome the guilt.
So for the past two weeks I've been eavesdropping on other people's conversations to find out where Malfoy Manor was located and then once I found that out I figured the easiest way to get there would be to fly. So I stole one of the brooms from the Quidditch storage and flew it to the manor.
I got there right before Lucius would have placed Draco under the Cruciatus Curse and I petrified him. He's lying in his study now, bound and gagged. I brought Draco here and left him with Madam Pomfrey in the hospital wing but we have to go!" She went through the day's events hurriedly and tried once again to guide the headmaster towards the door but he didn't move.
"So you have inherited some of your mother's talent, I always wondered if you would." He gave her a small smile and she gave a frustrated sigh.
"Professor we have to go! What if someone frees Lucius? He'll just come here and take Draco back!" She threw the door open and started down the stairs, this time the professor followed her.
She grabbed the broom she had used previously that day and thrust another into the older man's hands. She mounted and had nearly taken off before he reached out and stopped her.
"Miss Granger, if I may, I know a much faster way to get there." He motioned for her to follow him as he walked towards the Hogwarts gates. Once outside he gripped her arms and told her to close her eyes. When she did she felt her body being pulled from the forest around her. When she opened them again she was standing outside Malfoy Manor's gates.
"I think you had better let me go in first." She nodded and followed him into the mansion. Lucius still lay writhing on the floor where she had left him. Narcissa must have been gone for the day and the house elves knew not to disturb him once he had shut that door. His eyes shown with fury when Hermione entered the room.
She flinched under his intense gaze and found she couldn't look at him. She listened as Dumbledore explained that they were taking him to the ministry and if he had his way about it, Lucius would soon be joining many of his fellow death eaters in Azkaban.
Dumbledore held Hermione's arm in one hand and Lucius's in the other and apparated the three of them to the Ministry's main building.
"Hermione, go inside and get Mr. Fudge. I'll wait out here with Mr. Malfoy." Hermione followed his order without question and fetched the Minister of Magic from his office.
"Cornelius, as soon as it is possible Mr. Malfoy needs to be put on trial for child abuse." Fudge couldn't bring his eyes to meet that of the headmaster. He was still a pawn of Lucius at the Ministry.
"Albus, you know we can't put a man in Azkaban for child abuse. It's only for the serious things." He said quietly as he shuddered in fear of the blonde man bound at his feet.
"But he did do something serious Mr. Fudge!" Hermione spoke up for the first time. All three men looked at the normally quiet girl in surprise. She went on, "He put his son under the Cruciatus Curse."
The Minister's eyes widened at this. He knew now that no matter how much of a bribe Lucius offered there was nothing that could be done to help him, he would go to Azkaban. He shook his head and told Dumbledore that there wouldn't be a trial; he would go strait to the wizards' prison.
Lucius screamed through his gag and kicked out furiously at the three people surrounding him. Several Aurors came out of the building and took him away. Hermione sighed in relief and sunk to the ground.
The headmaster pulled her to her feet and took them back to Hogwarts. They walked through the gates and were to the Entrance Hall before either spoke.
"You did a good thing today Miss Granger, protecting your enemy like that. Thirty points to Gryffindor, I'll make sure to add it." He smiled one last time before returning to his office.
Her mind screamed that he wasn't her enemy anymore and she longed to say it aloud, but somehow she knew that he was already aware. She marveled at how he knew everything that went on in the castle before walking mindlessly back to the Hospital Wing to check on Draco.
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Draco opened his eyes to see Hermione Granger curled up in an armchair nearby with a book in her lap. Her head rested on the back of the chair and she was lightly sleeping. She looked very peaceful when she slept, he noted.
When he stretched a searing pain was let loose near his abdomen and he cried out in pain. Hermione stirred from her sleep and went to his side. She pushed him back onto the pillow and put a cold washcloth on his head.
"Don't make any sudden movements." She said and she rummaged through the various vials next to his bed. She pulled out one filled with a revolting yellow potion and held it out to him. "Drink this once every two hours and you'll be fine."
He grunted as he lifted his arm up to take the potion from her. He lifted it to his lips and grimaced as the thick liquid poured down his throat. His insides burned but it did numb the pain in his stomach a bit. He managed to give the bottle back to her before sleep claimed him again.
Hermione returned the vial to the table and curled back up in her chair, determined not to leave until he was able to leave as well. Madam Pomfrey came by to check on her patient. She took his temperature and changed the washcloth on his forehead before turning to Hermione and smiling.
"He will be okay won't he?" Hermione asked, her eyes never leaving the flaccid boy lying so helpless in the stark white hospital bed.
"I've done all I can for him. He now decides if he lives or dies. If he has the will to go on he will do so." She gave the girl an encouraging pat on the back before going to other parts of the infirmary.
Hermione went to Draco's bedside and took one of his lifeless hands in both of her own. 'Draco you have to pull through; you have to want to live.' She put his hand back down at his side and stood there, watching over him. A single tear fell from her face and landed on his pale skin.
She returned to her armchair and read while she waited for him to awaken again.
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Draco lay on the bed with his eyes closed, taking in what he had just heard. If he wanted to he could give up and die right now. After all, what was there left to live for? No one cared for him and no one would miss him if he were gone.
It was then that she picked up his hand. She held it with such tenderness that it made him think for a second that maybe someone would care if he were to die. Then she put his hand back down. He nearly opened his eyes right then but kept them closed, hoping that sleep would come again. Before it could he felt the evidence of her tears on his skin. The tear landed on his palm and ran over his fingers and down onto the blanket.
He heard her retreating footsteps and the sound of her sitting down again. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at her. She had not yet noticed he was awake. She was engrossed in her book. Half of her thick russet hair had pulled free of the tight plait she held it back in and covered her face, hiding all of her expressions.
He smiled at the irony of the situation they found themselves in. He had no idea why he was here and why she stayed at his side. All he did know was that it was nice to have someone worried about you.
She brushed her hair out of her face and saw him watching her. She closed her book and brought her chair closer to his bedside. She studied his face intently with her eyes before smiling at him.
"Are you feeling any better?" She asked cautiously. This would be the first civilized conversation they had ever shared. He nodded, still not able to speak. Whenever he tried his throat burned from the potion he had taken earlier. "Good." She said.
After an hour of sitting in silence Draco found it didn't hurt to speak anymore. "Why am I here?" He asked softly and coughed as his vocal cords became used to being used again.
"You don't remember?" She said; he shook his head. "Then I have a very long story to tell you." She told him everything as he listened intently, hanging on her every word.
He frowned when she told him about her vision concerning his abuse. He didn't like that she had witnessed that. It wasn't something he told people about, he was ashamed of his father for treating him that way and of himself for never standing up to him.
Hermione ended her story and they both sat in silence. Madam Pomfrey interrupted the solemn moment by bustling in and scolding Draco for not remembering to take his medicine when he was supposed to. He swallowed another helping of the potion and shuddered as it made it's way through his system, burning his insides as it went.
He motioned to his throat to tell Hermione that he wouldn't be able to talk for a while. She nodded in understanding and began talking again over various things. He listened until the potion wore off and he was able to contribute to the conversation.
They talked for hours about teachers, schoolwork, and anything else that came into their minds. When Draco was finally ordered to go to sleep by the nurse Hermione curled back up in her armchair and was about to drift off when she heard Draco's voice.
"You know, you really don't have to stay if you don't want to." He said as he burrowed further into his pillow.
"No, it's okay. I want to make sure you'll be okay." She said and rested her head on the back of the chair. Something soft hit her in the side and she turned over, he had thrown her a pillow. She was just about to say thank you when she heard his soft, even breathing and realized he was asleep. She fluffed the pillow and went to sleep as well.
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Hermione went for breakfast and brought back a plate of fruit and rolls for herself and Draco. She ate her part and put what remained of the food on his bedside table for when he woke up.
She was once again reading when he did awaken. He sat in silence for a moment before speaking.
"You know, we have something in common, you and I." She looked at him and blinked, not knowing exactly how to respond to the statement.
"And what is that?" She said and shut her book. He now had her full attention.
"Our parents both don't want us." He said somberly; then he laughed. "It's kind of odd isn't it? Of all the people to have something in common it's us. I suppose it would be worse if it were Weasley or Potter though. You're not the worst person to share something with."
Instead of his normal smirk he grinned at her. Her heart quickened but she found herself smiling back. "You're not so bad yourself Malfoy, for a ferret anyway." He hit her with his pillow, but she had expected that. She walked to his bedside and hit her with her own.
"Hey that's not fair. You're not allowed to hit me with something I gave you. Truce?" He held out his hand before she could hit him again and she shook it.
"Truce."
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And that is chapter fourteen, only one more. I'm really sad. I love this story. It's a lot of fun to write. But now I have The Snake Charmer to work on, if you haven't read it already I highly recommend it. But then again I wrote it so I'm kind of biased. Read it if you have time.
REVIEW!
I apologize to all of you who thought I made Draco too out of character in the last chapter. That's just how it happened in my mind so I wrote it that way. I really don't believe that he is completely heartless and I think he does feel remorse for some of the things he does, even if he doesn't show it all the time.
Read on!
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Hermione stood outside a large building made of solid granite, looking at the door. The silver knocker was a large serpent with its mouth bared, showing it's long fangs. Her hand trembled with fear as she silently opened the door.
She entered the hallway and it was exactly as she had envisioned it; made completely of marble with extremely expensive looking artifacts about the walls. At the end of the corridor was a pair of double doors she knew led into the study.
She heard a pained scream and ran as quietly as she could to the end of the hall, hoping she wasn't to late. Throwing open the doors she saw Draco lying on the floor with thick red streaks across his back and covering his face and hands.
Before Lucius could react she petrified him and then bound and gagged him. She would deal with him later. Draco lay semiconscious in a puddle of his own blood, gazing up at her. He struggled to get to his feet but collapsed onto the floor once more, landing with a thud on the cold marble.
"Granger?" He said tentatively. His eyes were glazed over and he kept repeating her last name over and over again until he passed out. His eyes slowly rolled back into his head and his mouth fell open.
"Oh God, don't die. Please don't die." She bent down to check his pulse. His heart was still beating, but only faintly. She had to get him back to Hogwarts, fast. After saying a simple spell to make him weightless she carried him outside and put him in front of her on the broom she had stolen from the school.
"Don't worry. It'll be okay." She said to him although he couldn't hear her. She kicked off from the ground and up into the air. The clouds swirled around her as she soared above them and tried to remember which way it was to the castle. She dove under the clouds once more to find the tall church steeple, if she flew towards that she was going the right way.
She spotted it through the mist and flew towards the sound of its' bells ringing. Draco groaned and moved in his unconscious state, nearly falling fifty feet to the marshy ground below. At the last second Hermione caught him by the sleeve of his designer robe and pulled him to safety.
"Don't leave Draco, not yet. We're so close." She could see the four towers of the school brushing their way through the top of the clouds. Draco groaned again and opened his eyes. He clutched his stomach in pain. When he brought his hands away they were covered in blood. "Hold on. Please hold on." She urged him.
His eyes focused on her for the first time and he blinked several times, as if trying to make sure it wasn't a dream. "Granger?" He was about to reach out and touch her when another spasm of pain shook him and he grasped his stomach again.
She coaxed the broom to go as fast as it could with her legs and sped towards the castle. She landed as close to the school as she could and dragged Draco inside and to the Hospital Wing. He grimaced with every step he tried to take until once again, he fainted.
"Madam Pomfrey! Madam Pomfrey!" Hermione yelled as she left Draco at the entrance to the room and ran in search of the nurse. The old woman came out of her office and looking at the girl in confusion.
"What is it dear? Is something-" Hermione cut her off before she could finish her sentence and pulled her towards the body of the limp boy. Madam Pomfrey wasted no time in putting him straight to bed and treating the various wounds over his body. Hermione watched on to make sure he would be all right.
After she was sure he would live she ran to tell Dumbledore what she had seen at the manor. She sprinted across the castle and arrived at the griffin statue completely winded. She panted and managed to say the password, "Peppermint Imps," in between two deep breaths.
She climbed the stairs that appeared and barged into his office. The Headmaster was talking to Fawkes and looked up when she intruded. His eyes twinkled and he motioned for her to sit down but she remained as near to the door as she could.
"Professor! Draco, in the manor! Lucius! He's still there! Come on! We have to go!" She motioned to the door and started to leave. Dumbledore gave her a perplexed look but remained in his spot.
"Miss Granger, perhaps you could tell me exactly what you mean." She knew he knew a little more than he was letting on but she caught her breath and spilled out everything she had done.
"Professor I have visions. At first I thought they were just dreams but then they all came true. I had one where I saw Malfoy being abused by his father on Christmas and I know you told me I can't change to future or the past but I had to. I'm so sorry Professor. I couldn't just let him die though! I never would have been able to overcome the guilt.
So for the past two weeks I've been eavesdropping on other people's conversations to find out where Malfoy Manor was located and then once I found that out I figured the easiest way to get there would be to fly. So I stole one of the brooms from the Quidditch storage and flew it to the manor.
I got there right before Lucius would have placed Draco under the Cruciatus Curse and I petrified him. He's lying in his study now, bound and gagged. I brought Draco here and left him with Madam Pomfrey in the hospital wing but we have to go!" She went through the day's events hurriedly and tried once again to guide the headmaster towards the door but he didn't move.
"So you have inherited some of your mother's talent, I always wondered if you would." He gave her a small smile and she gave a frustrated sigh.
"Professor we have to go! What if someone frees Lucius? He'll just come here and take Draco back!" She threw the door open and started down the stairs, this time the professor followed her.
She grabbed the broom she had used previously that day and thrust another into the older man's hands. She mounted and had nearly taken off before he reached out and stopped her.
"Miss Granger, if I may, I know a much faster way to get there." He motioned for her to follow him as he walked towards the Hogwarts gates. Once outside he gripped her arms and told her to close her eyes. When she did she felt her body being pulled from the forest around her. When she opened them again she was standing outside Malfoy Manor's gates.
"I think you had better let me go in first." She nodded and followed him into the mansion. Lucius still lay writhing on the floor where she had left him. Narcissa must have been gone for the day and the house elves knew not to disturb him once he had shut that door. His eyes shown with fury when Hermione entered the room.
She flinched under his intense gaze and found she couldn't look at him. She listened as Dumbledore explained that they were taking him to the ministry and if he had his way about it, Lucius would soon be joining many of his fellow death eaters in Azkaban.
Dumbledore held Hermione's arm in one hand and Lucius's in the other and apparated the three of them to the Ministry's main building.
"Hermione, go inside and get Mr. Fudge. I'll wait out here with Mr. Malfoy." Hermione followed his order without question and fetched the Minister of Magic from his office.
"Cornelius, as soon as it is possible Mr. Malfoy needs to be put on trial for child abuse." Fudge couldn't bring his eyes to meet that of the headmaster. He was still a pawn of Lucius at the Ministry.
"Albus, you know we can't put a man in Azkaban for child abuse. It's only for the serious things." He said quietly as he shuddered in fear of the blonde man bound at his feet.
"But he did do something serious Mr. Fudge!" Hermione spoke up for the first time. All three men looked at the normally quiet girl in surprise. She went on, "He put his son under the Cruciatus Curse."
The Minister's eyes widened at this. He knew now that no matter how much of a bribe Lucius offered there was nothing that could be done to help him, he would go to Azkaban. He shook his head and told Dumbledore that there wouldn't be a trial; he would go strait to the wizards' prison.
Lucius screamed through his gag and kicked out furiously at the three people surrounding him. Several Aurors came out of the building and took him away. Hermione sighed in relief and sunk to the ground.
The headmaster pulled her to her feet and took them back to Hogwarts. They walked through the gates and were to the Entrance Hall before either spoke.
"You did a good thing today Miss Granger, protecting your enemy like that. Thirty points to Gryffindor, I'll make sure to add it." He smiled one last time before returning to his office.
Her mind screamed that he wasn't her enemy anymore and she longed to say it aloud, but somehow she knew that he was already aware. She marveled at how he knew everything that went on in the castle before walking mindlessly back to the Hospital Wing to check on Draco.
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Draco opened his eyes to see Hermione Granger curled up in an armchair nearby with a book in her lap. Her head rested on the back of the chair and she was lightly sleeping. She looked very peaceful when she slept, he noted.
When he stretched a searing pain was let loose near his abdomen and he cried out in pain. Hermione stirred from her sleep and went to his side. She pushed him back onto the pillow and put a cold washcloth on his head.
"Don't make any sudden movements." She said and she rummaged through the various vials next to his bed. She pulled out one filled with a revolting yellow potion and held it out to him. "Drink this once every two hours and you'll be fine."
He grunted as he lifted his arm up to take the potion from her. He lifted it to his lips and grimaced as the thick liquid poured down his throat. His insides burned but it did numb the pain in his stomach a bit. He managed to give the bottle back to her before sleep claimed him again.
Hermione returned the vial to the table and curled back up in her chair, determined not to leave until he was able to leave as well. Madam Pomfrey came by to check on her patient. She took his temperature and changed the washcloth on his forehead before turning to Hermione and smiling.
"He will be okay won't he?" Hermione asked, her eyes never leaving the flaccid boy lying so helpless in the stark white hospital bed.
"I've done all I can for him. He now decides if he lives or dies. If he has the will to go on he will do so." She gave the girl an encouraging pat on the back before going to other parts of the infirmary.
Hermione went to Draco's bedside and took one of his lifeless hands in both of her own. 'Draco you have to pull through; you have to want to live.' She put his hand back down at his side and stood there, watching over him. A single tear fell from her face and landed on his pale skin.
She returned to her armchair and read while she waited for him to awaken again.
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Draco lay on the bed with his eyes closed, taking in what he had just heard. If he wanted to he could give up and die right now. After all, what was there left to live for? No one cared for him and no one would miss him if he were gone.
It was then that she picked up his hand. She held it with such tenderness that it made him think for a second that maybe someone would care if he were to die. Then she put his hand back down. He nearly opened his eyes right then but kept them closed, hoping that sleep would come again. Before it could he felt the evidence of her tears on his skin. The tear landed on his palm and ran over his fingers and down onto the blanket.
He heard her retreating footsteps and the sound of her sitting down again. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at her. She had not yet noticed he was awake. She was engrossed in her book. Half of her thick russet hair had pulled free of the tight plait she held it back in and covered her face, hiding all of her expressions.
He smiled at the irony of the situation they found themselves in. He had no idea why he was here and why she stayed at his side. All he did know was that it was nice to have someone worried about you.
She brushed her hair out of her face and saw him watching her. She closed her book and brought her chair closer to his bedside. She studied his face intently with her eyes before smiling at him.
"Are you feeling any better?" She asked cautiously. This would be the first civilized conversation they had ever shared. He nodded, still not able to speak. Whenever he tried his throat burned from the potion he had taken earlier. "Good." She said.
After an hour of sitting in silence Draco found it didn't hurt to speak anymore. "Why am I here?" He asked softly and coughed as his vocal cords became used to being used again.
"You don't remember?" She said; he shook his head. "Then I have a very long story to tell you." She told him everything as he listened intently, hanging on her every word.
He frowned when she told him about her vision concerning his abuse. He didn't like that she had witnessed that. It wasn't something he told people about, he was ashamed of his father for treating him that way and of himself for never standing up to him.
Hermione ended her story and they both sat in silence. Madam Pomfrey interrupted the solemn moment by bustling in and scolding Draco for not remembering to take his medicine when he was supposed to. He swallowed another helping of the potion and shuddered as it made it's way through his system, burning his insides as it went.
He motioned to his throat to tell Hermione that he wouldn't be able to talk for a while. She nodded in understanding and began talking again over various things. He listened until the potion wore off and he was able to contribute to the conversation.
They talked for hours about teachers, schoolwork, and anything else that came into their minds. When Draco was finally ordered to go to sleep by the nurse Hermione curled back up in her armchair and was about to drift off when she heard Draco's voice.
"You know, you really don't have to stay if you don't want to." He said as he burrowed further into his pillow.
"No, it's okay. I want to make sure you'll be okay." She said and rested her head on the back of the chair. Something soft hit her in the side and she turned over, he had thrown her a pillow. She was just about to say thank you when she heard his soft, even breathing and realized he was asleep. She fluffed the pillow and went to sleep as well.
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Hermione went for breakfast and brought back a plate of fruit and rolls for herself and Draco. She ate her part and put what remained of the food on his bedside table for when he woke up.
She was once again reading when he did awaken. He sat in silence for a moment before speaking.
"You know, we have something in common, you and I." She looked at him and blinked, not knowing exactly how to respond to the statement.
"And what is that?" She said and shut her book. He now had her full attention.
"Our parents both don't want us." He said somberly; then he laughed. "It's kind of odd isn't it? Of all the people to have something in common it's us. I suppose it would be worse if it were Weasley or Potter though. You're not the worst person to share something with."
Instead of his normal smirk he grinned at her. Her heart quickened but she found herself smiling back. "You're not so bad yourself Malfoy, for a ferret anyway." He hit her with his pillow, but she had expected that. She walked to his bedside and hit her with her own.
"Hey that's not fair. You're not allowed to hit me with something I gave you. Truce?" He held out his hand before she could hit him again and she shook it.
"Truce."
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And that is chapter fourteen, only one more. I'm really sad. I love this story. It's a lot of fun to write. But now I have The Snake Charmer to work on, if you haven't read it already I highly recommend it. But then again I wrote it so I'm kind of biased. Read it if you have time.
REVIEW!