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A/N: Okay here's the 2nd chapter, I hope its better than the first, enjoy!
Chapter 2 opening up
A couple of uneventful weeks passed, Hermione of course was on top of everything. She was found one day in the common room. Silent tears were slowly falling down her cheeks as she read a letter from home. When she noticed Malfoy was behind her she wiped her tears away and turned to face him.
"What is it Malfoy?" She tried to say in her regular tone.
Draco, looking down at the letter, and then up to her red eyes, felt a wave of sympathy towards her for reasons unknown.
"What's wrong?" Her asked.
Hermione looked up at his face, and found that it was teeming with concern, this frightened her, so she fled to her room mumbling something about "tired"
Draco followed her and banged on the door repeatedly.
"Hermi... Granger!"
Silence.
Hermione opened her door at a crack revealing her red face.
"Did you just almost say my first name?"
"No." Draco said rather quickly.
"Well, okay then." the brunette said very confused and closed the door.
She couldn't stand it, she needed a bath to cool down and think, well maybe not think. The bath was quite luxurious, and very large. The bath had multiple nozzles that released scented water and bubbles. Hermione decided on the Jasmine, it is her favorite flower. As she slid into the bath, the scent filed her nostrils causing her to relax immediately. The water washed away her problems, nothing existed except the soft rustling beneath her.
She heard the lavatory door open behind her. It was Malfoy getting ready for bed. Hermione screamed and Draco jumped back.
"What the hell are you doing Malfoy!?"
"Well well well what do we have here, granger naked!" he chuckled in delight.
"If only those bubbles weren't there, I'd be a happy camper!" he teased.
"You are such a perverted git!" She replied
He took the towel of the side of the bath and wrapped it around his shoulders.
"Well now that I have you here, I might as well ask you what is wrong." with a hint of triumph in his voice.
"Why do you care?"
"Oh Granger, you really need to open up to people." he said rather sarcastically
"But seriously what's wrong?"
"Give me my towel back Malfoy."
"No"
"Give it back!" She screamed, tears now streaming down her face.
"You have no idea, you just think the world is a perfect little place because you're some prissy little rich boy, and you don't have any worries, so just sodd off okay!"
This infuriated Draco.
"You know what mudblood, you have no idea of what I have to put up with everyday. Do you have any idea what it's like to have everyone hate you? Do you think I enjoy being an asshole? The only reason I'm like this is the reputation my father forces me to uphold!"
Hermione stood in the bath, her mouth open, shocked.
"Well, now that you know about me, I'm going to leave, good night." he dropped the towel on the floor and left.
The Gryffindor got out of the bath and wrapped the towel around her. When she walked out of the common room, she spotted Draco sitting straight up on the couch, looking into the fire, like a madman staring into its secrets. She was stunned to see a tear falling down his powder white face.
Hermione, forgetting she was still in a towel, walked over and sat next to him.
"I... I'm sorry... Draco."
He looked over to her with extreme sorrow in his eyes.
"I'm sorry too Hermione."
She lay her hand upon his knee and looked up ay his penetrating gaze. Draco felt a warm rush surge through him at this action. He looked at her in mild surprise.
"Oh, I'm sorry." pulling her hand off quickly.
"No, its fine" he said
"So, I know you don't want to talk about it, but I really do care, and I want to know what's wrong."
"Well" she said apprehensively.
"Okay, the letter was from home, my father is on the run because... because he is a death eater."
Draco was shocked, how could Hermione the muggle have a death eater father?
"Oh Hermione, I'm so sorry!"
He pulled her into a his arms. She was surprised by this but accepted, she felt safe in his arms. They both started to feel drowsy, and fell asleep.
The next morning they awoke slowly. When they realized where they were they pulled apart quickly. Hermione checked the clock, breakfast was almost over, so she decided to skip it. But as she stood up something shifted slightly on her chest, she looked down and gasped. She had slept in her towel, in the arms of Draco Malfoy. SHIT!
Draco yawned and stood up. Hermione turned around so he couldn't see her face blushing furiously. He noticed that she was still in her towel, a smile erupted from his face.
"Wow Hermione, is that a new look for you?"
He looked at her magnificent figure, he didn't care whether it was wrong for him to think these thoughts.
"You are so beautiful" He muttered under his breath.
"I'm sorry, did you say something?"
"No"