Disclaimer: none of these characters, etc are mine. I would be a lot richer
if they were.
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Hermione yawned loudly as she entered her room and headed to get pajamas. On her short walk back to the dormitory she had decided that calling Malfoy Draco was just a simple mistake. After all, she was practically living with him, it could happen. No big deal, right?
A noise behind her made her jump; she turned around to face the door left still slightly ajar. Another thump, seemingly from the common room, made her blood turn to ice. Hermione was always been brave, but not without fear. It could have been just Malfoy of course, but something did not feel right. She had not heard the portrait open or close. The sounds of fast footsteps trying to be quiet were moving around downstairs. Gripping her wand tightly Hermione tried to steady her quick fast breath, inching down step by step trying not to make a sound.
Closing her eyes trying to master herself, Hermione stepped out into the commons, but no one was there. Not trusting the silence that buzzed in her ears she slowly walked around, leaving no corner unsearched. As she walked around she still couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching her.
Suddenly, a cold rush of air blew past the right side of her body and Hermione froze in place. Slow steps came up behind her belonging to someone with wheezy breath. Before she could turn around she heard the person, apparently a man whisper "freezio" (a/n: I know, non-creative spell name, sorry) and she couldn't move. Standing there unable to even move her eyes to spot her attacker, hoping with every nerve in her body that they wouldn't harm her.
A cold hand touched her cheeked, and Hermione would've winced if she could.
"So this is the mudblood," a wheezy voice said in her ear, full of menace", I've had my eye on you for quiet some time now. I'd be careful"
But he never got to say more because the portrait hole swung upon, a small pop told Hermione that whoever it was had disappeared. Malfoy stepped through the hole to find Hermione standing frozen, a terrified look on her face. Walking over to her he said:
"What's with you? Is this what you do when you don't get an A+ on an assignment?" he said, but realization dawned on him as he recognized the curse upon her, quickly muttering the counter curse.
Hermione fell to the ground upon release and began to sob. It frustrated her to break down like this in front of Malfoy, who was looking startled and uncomfortable, not sure what to do. But she couldn't help it she was so afraid.
Now, Malfoy would appear to be the coldest hearted kid his age, but appearances could be deceiving. He had been taught all his life to be distant and emotionless but he could safer that way by his father. Ever since she could remember his father had helped him put up a wall. However, he was not his father, and it might help him win her over.
So the next thing Hermione knew Malfoy was on the floor with her, wrapping his strong arms around her. Somehow, it made her feel safe and she laid her head on his chest until her sobs quieted.
"What's wrong?" he asked, in a voice soft and caring, so unlike his own.
She told him the entire story and by the time she was done she felt much calmer. Malfoy just looked confused, masking that underneath he suspected it had something to do with the role she unwittingly had in the deliverance of Harry to Voldemort. He knew that later he would send an owl to his father seeing what it was about. But to Hermione he just comforted her by saying that it was fine, and she'd be safe as long as Dumbledore around. Being careful not to suggest that she tell the muggle-lover himself or any professors, it could put her under protection that could make his job harder.
Eventually Hermione calmed down enough to realize where she was. lying in Draco Malfoy's arms. She jumped up and nervously dusted herself off.
"Um. thanks, I'm gonna go to bed now."
"Right, be careful now; let me know if you hear anything else." He said, stopping Hermione in her tracks as she headed towards the staircase.
"You know Malfoy, I don't get you. Last year you used every chance to insult me and call me mudblood. Sorry, I don't see what made you suddenly decide to be nice," said Hermione.
"People change you know," said Malfoy defensively.
"Not overnight, not like this, something's up, I'm not stupid."
"What? You think you know me so well? Sorry if I was trying to be nice! And you call me shallow, at least I'm giving you a chance," he argued, color coming to his cheeks.
"And why? Why should I give you a chance? I do not really jump to be buddy people to a mini version of Lucius Malfoy who until a couple of weeks ago hated my guts!" she said, voice rising, unsure why she was getting so angry.
The last comment really stung Malfoy, he hated his father, and he didn't want to be like him. Grabbing Hermione's wrist and thrusting her against the wall he whispered "Take that back."
"I am only saying the truth."
"What do you know? You don't know me." He said, and released a whimpering Hermione suddenly. Tears began to flow down her cheeks, and she ran to her dormitory saying quietly "and who would."
Once she had gone Draco leaned against the cold wall, breathing deeply. Pull it together Malfoy. Don't let it get to you. He usually didn't care what people thought, but she had hit a nerve. If he hated his father and didn't want to become like him, why was he following in his footsteps? Planning on ruining an innocent girl for Voldemort, and since when did he care what he was going to do to her?
~*~ A/N: REVIEW!!! Please?
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Hermione yawned loudly as she entered her room and headed to get pajamas. On her short walk back to the dormitory she had decided that calling Malfoy Draco was just a simple mistake. After all, she was practically living with him, it could happen. No big deal, right?
A noise behind her made her jump; she turned around to face the door left still slightly ajar. Another thump, seemingly from the common room, made her blood turn to ice. Hermione was always been brave, but not without fear. It could have been just Malfoy of course, but something did not feel right. She had not heard the portrait open or close. The sounds of fast footsteps trying to be quiet were moving around downstairs. Gripping her wand tightly Hermione tried to steady her quick fast breath, inching down step by step trying not to make a sound.
Closing her eyes trying to master herself, Hermione stepped out into the commons, but no one was there. Not trusting the silence that buzzed in her ears she slowly walked around, leaving no corner unsearched. As she walked around she still couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching her.
Suddenly, a cold rush of air blew past the right side of her body and Hermione froze in place. Slow steps came up behind her belonging to someone with wheezy breath. Before she could turn around she heard the person, apparently a man whisper "freezio" (a/n: I know, non-creative spell name, sorry) and she couldn't move. Standing there unable to even move her eyes to spot her attacker, hoping with every nerve in her body that they wouldn't harm her.
A cold hand touched her cheeked, and Hermione would've winced if she could.
"So this is the mudblood," a wheezy voice said in her ear, full of menace", I've had my eye on you for quiet some time now. I'd be careful"
But he never got to say more because the portrait hole swung upon, a small pop told Hermione that whoever it was had disappeared. Malfoy stepped through the hole to find Hermione standing frozen, a terrified look on her face. Walking over to her he said:
"What's with you? Is this what you do when you don't get an A+ on an assignment?" he said, but realization dawned on him as he recognized the curse upon her, quickly muttering the counter curse.
Hermione fell to the ground upon release and began to sob. It frustrated her to break down like this in front of Malfoy, who was looking startled and uncomfortable, not sure what to do. But she couldn't help it she was so afraid.
Now, Malfoy would appear to be the coldest hearted kid his age, but appearances could be deceiving. He had been taught all his life to be distant and emotionless but he could safer that way by his father. Ever since she could remember his father had helped him put up a wall. However, he was not his father, and it might help him win her over.
So the next thing Hermione knew Malfoy was on the floor with her, wrapping his strong arms around her. Somehow, it made her feel safe and she laid her head on his chest until her sobs quieted.
"What's wrong?" he asked, in a voice soft and caring, so unlike his own.
She told him the entire story and by the time she was done she felt much calmer. Malfoy just looked confused, masking that underneath he suspected it had something to do with the role she unwittingly had in the deliverance of Harry to Voldemort. He knew that later he would send an owl to his father seeing what it was about. But to Hermione he just comforted her by saying that it was fine, and she'd be safe as long as Dumbledore around. Being careful not to suggest that she tell the muggle-lover himself or any professors, it could put her under protection that could make his job harder.
Eventually Hermione calmed down enough to realize where she was. lying in Draco Malfoy's arms. She jumped up and nervously dusted herself off.
"Um. thanks, I'm gonna go to bed now."
"Right, be careful now; let me know if you hear anything else." He said, stopping Hermione in her tracks as she headed towards the staircase.
"You know Malfoy, I don't get you. Last year you used every chance to insult me and call me mudblood. Sorry, I don't see what made you suddenly decide to be nice," said Hermione.
"People change you know," said Malfoy defensively.
"Not overnight, not like this, something's up, I'm not stupid."
"What? You think you know me so well? Sorry if I was trying to be nice! And you call me shallow, at least I'm giving you a chance," he argued, color coming to his cheeks.
"And why? Why should I give you a chance? I do not really jump to be buddy people to a mini version of Lucius Malfoy who until a couple of weeks ago hated my guts!" she said, voice rising, unsure why she was getting so angry.
The last comment really stung Malfoy, he hated his father, and he didn't want to be like him. Grabbing Hermione's wrist and thrusting her against the wall he whispered "Take that back."
"I am only saying the truth."
"What do you know? You don't know me." He said, and released a whimpering Hermione suddenly. Tears began to flow down her cheeks, and she ran to her dormitory saying quietly "and who would."
Once she had gone Draco leaned against the cold wall, breathing deeply. Pull it together Malfoy. Don't let it get to you. He usually didn't care what people thought, but she had hit a nerve. If he hated his father and didn't want to become like him, why was he following in his footsteps? Planning on ruining an innocent girl for Voldemort, and since when did he care what he was going to do to her?
~*~ A/N: REVIEW!!! Please?