"Hermionie?" said a soft whisper. She looked up, expecting her angel
but she saw someone else. She could somehow tell she was dreaming but
didn't mind because she forgot the pain.
"Draco?" she wasn't sure what was happening. "Where is my angel?"
"I am your angel, Hermionie!" he said playfully taking her hand.
"You can't be my angel, you're a Malfoy." she wasn't feeling what she said, in fact she kind of wished he was it would make this whole thing seem more real.
"Why couldn't a Malfoy be your angel?" he said much more gently.
"For one a Malfoy raped me, another reason is they enjoy nothing more than making your life a living hell, and lastly I love you and I sincerely doubt I could love a Malfoy, no matter what he did to help me."
"You know you love the one who has cared for you and made you feel safe, and that is him."
"But you're not him." she said looking into the steely soft eyes.
"Open your eyes and see for yourself." everything swirled at these words and her eyes shot open like a bullet. Her dark brown eyes stared up at none other than Draco Malfoy, who dabbed her head with a damp cloth. Her angel was right, she loved him. The pit in her stomach flopped around and her mouth became very dry. How in God's name could she love Draco Malfoy? Her enemy since the first day they met. Maybe this wasn't love, she thought quickly, after all I have never been in love. But this was futile because when he spoke an involuntary smile crept upon her lips.
"You scared me, Hermionie." he said seriously. "Why are you smiling?"
"I don't know," she said wistfully. Then she realized even if she did love him, there was no way he could feel the same. A tear slipped out of her eye and ran down her cheek. It didn't matter, she thought furiously, he doesn't matter.
"I'm taking you away from here to get you some help, are you still in pain?" he asked while he wiped the lone tear away with his thumb gently. He wanted to kiss her and tell her things would work out but she would probably hex him for even touching her, so he resisted.
"No," she said sorrowfully. If she could just cast that stone-face spell she learned in charms last week, wait her wand! "Do you have my wand?" she said urgently.
"No you were naked when I found you." he picked up the basin and put it beside the bed.
"I need my wand!" she piped immediately.
"Calm down, there is nothing you can do about it now. When we get to Malfoy Manor I know the perfect spell we can use to locate it." He wasn't positive why he would give his prisoner their wand but the words were comforting to her and that was all that mattered.
She didn't relax however. "Malfoy Manor?!"
"Calm down, Hermionie!" he walked over to the little fireplace by the bed and lit it with a flick of his wand. "Yes, my mother can help you."
"Your mother will not touch me." she said defiantly crossing her arms.
"My mother has an extend knowledge of medi-spells, she often had to fix up my father from his 'missions' and she and I for that matter from the after party." he looked at her but her expression did not soften.
"I won't go," the thoughts that Draco couldn't love her made her angry, and he was the only one she could take it out on. She was stubborn mad or not.
"You will."
"I won't."
"You will."
"I won't."
He flipped her quickly over his muscular frame and walked over to the fire place. There wasn't much room so they both huddled together, all the while she struggled. The last thing Hermionie heard was a husky voice saying something along the lines of Malfoy Manor and they were both swept away.
AN: What did you think, Review Please. Sorry it took two days, we had problems with the net. Questions or comments, Review or e-mail me at animal90us@aol.com.
"Draco?" she wasn't sure what was happening. "Where is my angel?"
"I am your angel, Hermionie!" he said playfully taking her hand.
"You can't be my angel, you're a Malfoy." she wasn't feeling what she said, in fact she kind of wished he was it would make this whole thing seem more real.
"Why couldn't a Malfoy be your angel?" he said much more gently.
"For one a Malfoy raped me, another reason is they enjoy nothing more than making your life a living hell, and lastly I love you and I sincerely doubt I could love a Malfoy, no matter what he did to help me."
"You know you love the one who has cared for you and made you feel safe, and that is him."
"But you're not him." she said looking into the steely soft eyes.
"Open your eyes and see for yourself." everything swirled at these words and her eyes shot open like a bullet. Her dark brown eyes stared up at none other than Draco Malfoy, who dabbed her head with a damp cloth. Her angel was right, she loved him. The pit in her stomach flopped around and her mouth became very dry. How in God's name could she love Draco Malfoy? Her enemy since the first day they met. Maybe this wasn't love, she thought quickly, after all I have never been in love. But this was futile because when he spoke an involuntary smile crept upon her lips.
"You scared me, Hermionie." he said seriously. "Why are you smiling?"
"I don't know," she said wistfully. Then she realized even if she did love him, there was no way he could feel the same. A tear slipped out of her eye and ran down her cheek. It didn't matter, she thought furiously, he doesn't matter.
"I'm taking you away from here to get you some help, are you still in pain?" he asked while he wiped the lone tear away with his thumb gently. He wanted to kiss her and tell her things would work out but she would probably hex him for even touching her, so he resisted.
"No," she said sorrowfully. If she could just cast that stone-face spell she learned in charms last week, wait her wand! "Do you have my wand?" she said urgently.
"No you were naked when I found you." he picked up the basin and put it beside the bed.
"I need my wand!" she piped immediately.
"Calm down, there is nothing you can do about it now. When we get to Malfoy Manor I know the perfect spell we can use to locate it." He wasn't positive why he would give his prisoner their wand but the words were comforting to her and that was all that mattered.
She didn't relax however. "Malfoy Manor?!"
"Calm down, Hermionie!" he walked over to the little fireplace by the bed and lit it with a flick of his wand. "Yes, my mother can help you."
"Your mother will not touch me." she said defiantly crossing her arms.
"My mother has an extend knowledge of medi-spells, she often had to fix up my father from his 'missions' and she and I for that matter from the after party." he looked at her but her expression did not soften.
"I won't go," the thoughts that Draco couldn't love her made her angry, and he was the only one she could take it out on. She was stubborn mad or not.
"You will."
"I won't."
"You will."
"I won't."
He flipped her quickly over his muscular frame and walked over to the fire place. There wasn't much room so they both huddled together, all the while she struggled. The last thing Hermionie heard was a husky voice saying something along the lines of Malfoy Manor and they were both swept away.
AN: What did you think, Review Please. Sorry it took two days, we had problems with the net. Questions or comments, Review or e-mail me at animal90us@aol.com.