Steal a Dragons Heart

Disclaimer: I am only 14 and still in school so I only own the plot. I do not own any of the lovely characters J.K. Rowling created. (Although I really wish I did.)

Small Summary: Even though Hermione puts on the perfect persona at school her life is a living hell. Her stepfather abuses her and her mother is no help at all, drinking away her problems. When one summer Hermione is raped all the faith she has left in the world disappears and she returns to school a changed person. The most unexpected person helps to pull her out of this, Draco Malfoy.

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Hermione sat back in the chair and suddenly questions filled her head. " Ma…Draco. I still don't entirely get why you are helping me. I mean, you have to imagine being in my place…you're my enemy of 6 years and then suddenly you like me…well I have to wonder…"

She saw him sit back on his legs and then slowly turn around. "Look okay I never said I liked you. I just…well feel sorry for you."

Hermione sighed "Of course, why would Draco Malfoy care for anyone, let alone a mudblood. He is a Malfoy after all." Then she stood. "Well I don't see anything keeping me here. My bag is already packed so I think I will go to stay in some more…modest quarters for the night. We leave for school tomorrow and I suppose you will be back to normal."

She didn't notice the shocked face on Draco's face as she picked up the shopping he had got for her and her bag. She stepped over to the door and noiselessly flung it open. She was just about to walk out when she turned and said "Oh…and thank you for the chocolate and getting my school things. I appreciate it." And walked down the corridor without looking back.

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Hermione, now sitting in a much smaller and less elaborate room, sat thinking and mentally kicking herself for even trusting him or thinking he could change. She was horrified at herself for letting her guard down, she normally would not do that. She had exposed herself even though she had learnt from experience that, that always leads to you getting hurt.

She brushed all these thoughts aside 'I was physically, mentally and emotionally tired at the time. I was shattered. It was not my fault.' So dismissing all thoughts of Draco Malfoy and her family she packed her school things and checked her holiday homework to make sure it was up to her over-achieving standard. Then she laid out a pair of black jeans and a black v-neck tee-shirt for the morning and her school robes so she would have then on the train. Then changed into her pyjama's and slid into the soft, warm covers of her bed. Her eyes slowly drifted closed…and she dreamed.

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Draco sat on his bed considering why in the world he had been nice to her. 'I mean…she has changed a little…her hair wasn't frizzy and her eyes a lovely…WHAT ARE YOU THINKING! You are a Malfoy you do not think that mud-bloods are attractive. No. You were tired and you were not feeling well. Yes that's it. Its just you know what it is like to have a father beat you and you were so tired you forgot that the ugly mudblood Granger did not matter to you. Yes.' He pushed all thoughts about Hermione to the back of his mind and he stripped to his boxers, lazily throwing his clothes on the floor and hopped into the huge bed. 'I'll pack in the morning.' He thought.

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Hermione's Dream

She is walking down a long road and her feet hurt so much. She looks down and sees that she is wearing no shoes. Her feet are cut, blistered and bloody and she is leaving footprints in her own blood. The rocky pavement digging into her feet. But she knows she has to keep going as best she can or else it will never end. She will never get out of this horrible place. No one is around, she notices. No one to help her. Then she feels a strong arm wrap around her waist and pick her up. The stranger carries her along this road. She gratefully leans on the strong broad chest and then looks up. She gasps and tumbles out of his arms, scrambling to get away. A platinum blonde haired guy looks at her, his stormy grey eyes looking at her. She stops trying to get away and just looks at him. He spreads his arms out, welcoming her. She can't stop herself, she gets up and runs into his arms…

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Draco's Dream

He is dancing in a ballroom, in a crowd of people, all wearing masquerade ball masks. His dancing partner is so beautiful, his wishes he could see hear face. Her long chocolate brown hair falls in long curls down her back, past her shoulders. She wears a frost blue dress and the same blue mask, incrusted with diamonds and pearls. Her arms are so warm and comforting. He wishes the could stay this way forever. 'Let me see your face.' He asks 'Please.' She smiles and takes his hand, leading him out to the balcony. She starts to remove her mask, but she stops and says 'No. You don't want to see my face.' But without saying a thing he reaches down and gently slips the mask off and looks into those chocolate brown eyes…

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A/N: Hope you like this chapter. A little less fluffy and all that. Let me know what you think and review!