Title: My Guardian Angel
Disclaimer: Getting tired of saying this and I bet you guys don't even read this so I say this once for every one of the chapters: Don't own.
Hermione woke up earlier than usual the next morning. Looking around the room, she walked over to her closet and took out a light blue t-shirt with the words Angel on it. You don't know how true. Then grabbing a pair of hip hugging long blue jeans and to high sandals, she went to take a shower.
Drying off, she tied her wet hair into a bun, leaving few curls to frame her face. Walking to the kitchen she smiled and took out the needed ingredients and went to work. Today was the day she started her mission, to make Draco Malfoy happy. Smirking she turned on the stove and set the oven.
Draco looked up when he sensed somebody standing over him. "Hey Mal-Draco!" He stared into the face of the one and only, exchange student, Hermione Granger. Not letting the confusion show on his face he looked coldly at her. "What do you want? Didn't I already show you were to go?"
Hermione glared at him and presented him with her offering of a box. "Here...thanks for showing me around." Draco raised an eyebrow, but took the box and set it on the table; turning back to Hermione who was still standing there.
"Well? Aren't you going to open it?" She received a shrug.
"Maybe later...unless, it's something important," Nodding she watched as he reached for the ribbon holding it together. "Nah. I changed my mind." He watched amused as her face turned into disbelief.
"Open the box already!" Right now, she wished looks could kill.
"If you insist...but then..." The glare soon became intense. God, he loved toying with her. Untying the ribbon he pulled off the top and a delicious smell wafted out.
"You made me..." He was cut off when Hermione interrupted.
"Lunch! Yup, I made you lunch! Nothing much, just a little mashed potatoes and gravy, a little roast beef, oh and can't forget the rice! I also separated them so they wouldn't run into each other. Hope you enjoy it! Tata." With that said Hermione left a bewildered Malfoy.
It had only been a few minutes until Blaise joined him at the table. Sniffing the air Blaise looked around and finally spotted the uneaten food. "Hey Malfoy, you gonna eat that?" Draco snapped out of his thoughts and taking one look at the food given from Hermione, he pulled it closer to him. Blaise pouted. "Fine, don't share anything with your best friend do you? Who is that from anyways?"
Draco smirked. " Granger." Gleefully watching as Blaise looked dumbfounded.
"That's no fair, she didn't even make me anything." Glancing over his right shoulder he found what he was looking for. "Hermione! Wait up!" Malfoy watched as the brown-haired girl waited for his friend to approach her.
Since they were standing close enough, he wouldn't miss the chance to eavesdrop. " What is it Blaise?"
"How come you didn't make me a lunch?" He's using the face again, I know it! Draco looked over at them.
"And may I ask, what you did to help me?" There was a shuffle of fabric as Blaise put his hands in his pant pockets.
"Hermione, I did a lot of stuff. Like...I gave you my number. Uh...I saved you from Malfoy." Blaise ignored the thumping pain on the back of his head as Malfoy threw a rock.
The angel giggled. " Okay, I'll make you one tomorrow." Draco stood up.
"I wouldn't really call that fair, Granger. After all giving you his phone number was all he did. It doesn't..." Blaise and Hermione turned to him, making him feel a little uneasy.
"Don't tell me your jealous, Malfoy. Besides you already got your lunch...or can I have it?" Draco once again held the box tightly to him out of reflex. What was his property, he protected.
"No chance in Hell, Zabini."
"What why not? Seems like you don't want it." They continued arguing, not noticing that Hermione had slipped away.
Hermione walked down the halls, clutching her books. I wonder how Harry and Ron are doing? I should call Ron. She entered the classroom just as the bell rang.
"Class, we would be going to the library so you may study on your assignment." The class filed out.
Hermione promptly walked toward the D section, taking out a mountain of books on Dragons and some on medieval times, followed closely by Draco, who held one book on Angels.
"I don't even know why you need all those books, Granger, they'll still be here tomorrow." He opened the book and sat down, ignoring the cold glare sent his way. And I made him lunch...he didn't even say 'Thank You.' Stupid prat.
Taking one of the black books from the top of the pile labeled "Times Long Ago: Medieval Times", she opened it and began to read, only to gasp in surprise. With only a glance, Malfoy checked to see what startled her; not being able to see over the cover, she sat up. "What is it?" He jumped a little when she snapped the book close.
"Nothing, nothing at all." Looking disbelieving at her, he settled back
Making sure that he wasn't looking she slowly opened the book.
It was said in the late 1600's that there was such a thing as witches, and those accused of such an act of witchery or any sort of supernatural doings were burned at stake. One famously known witch was that of Hermione Granger, known as the youngest witch to be executed. At the age of sixteen, the young brunette was tied to the stake and roasted, earning a painful death. Not long after her death, Hermione's family was also killed, believed to also be involved in magic.
A lone tear escaped from her eye and fell, to the page with a sketched picture of 'Hermione', landing with a plop. During her sad moment, she didn't realize that Draco was looking at her from over the cover of his book.
He hated it when women cried, like every other male spices, it made them feel all nervous and guilty, unless he was really angry. Taking on last look on the book she was reading, he made sure to check it out later.
It was a little bit longer until the teacher called them to get back to class, Draco watched silently as she placed the book back on the shelve, pretending to place his book back, he waited until she left. Rushing over to the bookcase, he grabbed it off the shelve. He flipped to the first page and read it...Hmm...let's see, she didn't seem to be in the middle or the end...must be at the beginning. Taking a look at the table of contents he flipped to the page marked: Witches.
(That would have been a great cliffhanger!)
Not knowing what her partner was doing, Hermione walked slowly to her locker and packed up. She paused in remembrance to what had happened those horrifying years long ago.
Waves into Flashback
Hermione worked quietly in the corner, knitting a new coat for her father. Glimpsing up once when she heard the door creak open and who else but the girl who hated her, Millicent Bulstrode.
"Oh look at that, isn't it the little witch!" She sneered.
"I'm not a witch." Bulstrode ignored her and walked over.
"Don't lie to me, witch. You've been stringing everybody along, pretending to be the normal little girl. I know what you did, you have everybody under a spell, don't you? I see right through you and your stupid magic." Hermione stood up, her knitting tools clattering to the ground.
"Get it through your thick head, Bulstrode. I am not a witch!" Millicent snorted.
"Do you think that I can't see through your little lies? Of course you're a witch! You always get good grades on tests, always acting all sugary sweet to everybody, and let's not forget, always getting asked out of dates." Hermione glared back.
"I get good grades because I study, not like other people and I happen to act sweet because I was brought up that way. I can't help it if all the village boys want to ask me out. It's not my problem that you're so ugly." Millicent's eyes flashed red.
"How dare you! I'll have you roasted for that!" With that she whipped around and stormed out.
Later that day, the village men barged in and captured her. As she was tied up in a chair, with two soldiers flanking her sides, she was given a trail.
"Hermione Granger, the court has come to a decision. You are to be burned in the afternoon for crimes as sorcery and-" She pulled against the ropes.
"I'm not a witch!" The guards held her down, tying them even tighter around her arms.
"It's not true! I'm not a witch, I don't know anything about magic!" She pleaded them to hear her out.
"Of course you wouldn't admit it. After all, she did bewitch the men of the village." Looking back, Hermione found Millicent smirking.
"Yes, it was she who bewitched my poor child with the fever." Came a woman's voice from the back.
"She even made it so my cow wouldn't give milk." Shouted a man.
"I lost my brother because he had died in the war. Surely it would have never happened if that witch hadn't know about him."
"My plants aren't growing and I gave them the best soil there was."
"As you are charged, Granger, you will be burned. That is the evidence." Hermione stared wide-eyed at everybody, in earnest that they wouldn't believe what they had heard.
"Guards, take the witch to the post and let the burning begin." There were cheers as the mob followed her to the post, and watched as she was chained up.
Hermione watched in terror as a man walked up, a piece of wood held above his head, burning. Wild cheers rose from the crowd as he lit the straw heap, lighting it.
"Burn! Burn! Burn!" Came the shouts.
Smoke rose and clouded her vision and her smell, she coughed as it got into her lungs. She could see through the smoke, Millicent sneer at her. Feeling the hot flames lick at her feet she struggled to get away.
"Help me..." She choked out. "Please help me!" The flames engulfed her.
It burned her as she felt that her skin was melting. Shock waves of pain shot through her body, making her jolt off of the pillar and slam into it again and again. Her screams were rewarded with shouts of glee from the traitors of the town. She just wanted to die quickly, to feel no pain. The chains made it even unbearable, and she could feel the blazing sensation of the flames going up her waist, legs long gone.
Soon her wish came true and she was swallowed up by the darkness and swept away from the pain.
Waves back to Reality
Hermione could feel the prickling of tears. That wretched girl, accusing her of a sin she had not done. Zipping up her bag, she noticed that the hall was cleared and she was left alone. Just like my trail. She thought bitterly. Slamming her locker, she walked toward the entrance only to stop when something blocked her way.
Looking up she noticed who it was. "Malfoy...what are you doing here?" He stared coldly at her and held up a book. "Times Long Ago: Medieval Times" She gasped. He had read it.
(Hmmm...might stop there...but I owe you.)
"Witch." She panicked.
"I'm not a witch!" Déjà vu.
"You don't deserve to live here, ghost."
"I'm not a ghost." Hermione took a step back as he advanced on her.
"You should go back to where you came from and leave the living world to those who deserve it."
"Stop it!" He backed her into a wall.
"If I see you again tomorrow, Granger, I would tell the whole world about your little secret."
"Don't please...Draco-" He backhanded her.
"Don't you dare use my name, witch. What are you doing here? Trying to get vengeance on those who accused you?"
"No, I didn't."
"Then what was it? If it isn't important then go back to Hell."
"I came to help." He glared at her.
"Help? Help who?"
"You." He gave her the most disgusted look.
"Why would I need help from the dead? Let alone one that died 400 years ago?"
"I know about your pain, Malfoy." She winced when he made a move with his hand.
"What pain?"
"Y-your p-parents-" He cut her off.
"There is nothing wrong with them, so stay out of it." He backed off and walked out of the school, leaving Hermione on the ground in tears.
"I don't think I can go through with this anymore." She whispered as she clutched the wall.
As soon as she arrived back she collapsed onto the bed, crying her eyes out. The assignment was getting harder and harder. Now that Malfoy knew she had died a long time ago, it would be harder to make him happy. She had to be near him to make happy and if she couldn't go tomorrow, how would she get her job done? Hugging her pillow close, Hermione let her eyes droop.
Ring! Blasted phone.
Reaching over she took it and held it to her phone.
"Hi Hermione! Ron here oh, and Harry too. Guess what?" Hermione closed her eyes as her friend rambled on.
"Well anyways, Harry came upon this 3-way thingy and now we can all talk with each other." She could picture Ron beaming but she couldn't feel happy with him.
"Hermione?" Harry's worried voice came up. "Are you okay? Usually you would express our glee. What's wrong?" Ron had seemed to calm down to and listen for her answer.
"Hermione?"
"Mione? You there." Click. She hung up.
A/N: Secrets out! Hey, that would be a good title! Tell me if I need more improvement!