Chapter 3-

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Summary- Draco is curious as to why Hermione is so badly bruised…Hermione is curious about Draco's condition…neither of them want to tell the other what happened…who will break first?

Hermione was pacing around in the kitchen yet again…'I really want to know…Oh well, I am going to go get that damn food and try to clear my head.' she finally decided as she grabbed her coat and her wand. She got some money out of the cookie jar that was hidden in the house for emergencies, and she left.

Hermione had to walk two and a half miles before she found the small town grocery store. 'Thank Merlin! Wait, how am I going to carry a bunch of groceries two and a half miles? Up a hill no less.' she whined. 'I mean, it was exhausting enough just walking here.'

Hermione entered the store and looked around. She decided that she would buy a lot of soup, cereal, and microwave dinners. After thirty minutes she finally walked up to the cashier to pay. When she was finished she had only had one sack, but it was bulging and extremely heavy. 'Well, here goes nothing.' she thought as she began the long journey back to the cabin.

Draco

'Where the bloody hell is she?' Draco wondered as he sat up in his bed staring at the wall. 'I am board out of my mind. At least when she was here I had someone to talk to, ever if she is a filthy Mudblood.' he thought as he craned his neck to look out the window. 'Dark already? She has been gone for a long time! She needs to hurry her filthy arse up! I am starving-'

Draco thoughts were suddenly cut off when he heard the door slam and someone yelled. 'He he he. She must be in a bad mood. I bet that I can make her feel better.' he thought as he tried to hold in an evil laugh. He closed his eyes and tried to think how he could 'cheer her up.'

Hermione burst through the door. She was totally exhausted. All she wanted now was to climb into bed and sleep. She set the groceries down and headed straight to the spare bedroom. (since Draco was in the master bedroom) She took off her shirt and unceremoniously through it on the floor. She then reached back to unhook her bra, but she was interrupted when she heard a moan coming from the next room. She rolled her eyes and without thinking she stomped into the next room. "What is wrong with you?" she asked when she had opened the door.

Draco was pretending to be asleep when he heard Hermione open the door. He bit the inside of his cheeks to keep himself from laughing before he slowly opened his eyes. He was ready to act like he was in a ton of pain, but he saw that Hermione was standing in front of him with just a bra and a pair of jeans.

'WOW…Granger looks…good…hott…She has a very nice bod-- WAIT!! What am I saying?!! That filthy thing is NOT hott!!' he yelled at himself.

"Ahem!!"

Draco snapped back to reality and a smirk appeared on his face. "Nice bra. I didn't know you were into pink." he said.

Hermione looked confused for a minute before realizing that she was only wearing her bra. Her face turned bright pink, (matching her bra) but she couldn't seem to move. She was frozen.

Draco's smirk got bigger as he watched panic flood her features. Her face was bright red and he was loving it. 'This is priceless.' he thought. He wanted to say nice boobs, but what came out was, "Well, if you are just going to stand there, at least cover yourself up." And with that, he threw an unused blanket at her and turned away. 'Wait, did I just do that?' he asked himself as she seemed to snap back to reality and cover herself.

"I-I th-think I-I am g-going t-to g-go n-now." she stuttered as she backed out of the room. 'OMG!!! How could I have done that?!' she screamed to herself as she closed the door and went to her own room.

Back in the master bedroom, Draco was thinking. 'Did I just think that that Mudblood was hott? It must be hormones.' he concluded before deciding to go to sleep.

The next morning, Hermione refused to go into Draco's room. She was still so embarrassed that she knew she couldn't face his remarks about her being ugly or dirty. She just stayed in her room, alone.

Draco, on the other hand, was getting hungry. He waited for her to come in with food for several hours, but she never came. 'Must still be embarrassed about last night. Big deal! It's not like she was naked. Although, I wouldn't have minded that. No! Stop thinking about her. Think about how you can get come food.' he thought.

Finally, Draco decided that if he was going to eat anytime soon, that he would have to get it for himself. He sat up in the bed and found that it didn't hurt too bad. Next he decided to try to stand up. After a few minutes of trying, he was able to stand up without any help. He was in a ton of pain, but he had been through all of this before. He needed a mediwitch, but since he didn't have one, he would have to deal with it himself. He started walking towards the door, but he fell when he was about a foot from the door. He let out a cry in pain as he fell to the hard, wood floor.

Hermione heard him cry, then she heard something hit the ground. She sprang to her feet and ran to where the crash came from. She opened Draco's door to find him laying on the floor, face down.

Forgetting everything, she sat down next to his fallen form. "Draco? Are you okay?" she asked as she lightly tapped his shoulder.

"You just called me Draco." was all he said.

"Yeah, I guess I did. Here, let me help you up. She said as she reached towards him. Then, after several minutes of struggling, Hermione got Draco safely back onto the bed.

"Now, what were you doing?" Hermione asked in a very motherly voice.

"I was hungry." he replied as he tried to get comfortable.

"Why didn't you call me?"

Draco shrugged.

"Well, don't do it again." she commanded. "You have to stay here until you are better."

"yes, Mommy." Draco said in a innocent, child-like voice.

'Innocent, Draco? No way!' Hermione thought as she left the room to make him food yet again.

Hermione made him Macaroni and Cheese and fixed him a glass of cherry cola. She placed it on a tray and brought it to Draco. "Here." She said as she sat the tray on his lap.

"What is this?" he asked.

"Macaroni and Cheese?" she said. 'How could anyone not know what M&C is?' she wondered as he continued to look puzzled. "Just try it." she demanded.

Draco hesitated, but he eventually took a bite. He paused for a minute before nodding. "It is good. You may go now."

Hermione was taken aback. 'How dare he! I am not some made that he can just boss around!' she thought as she stared at him in disbelief.

"That is, unless you decided to tell me what happened to you." he said.

Hermione opened her mouth to yell, but decided better and closed it. "I will not tell first. You tell me why you fell from the sky unconscious and I will tell you why I have all of these bruises."

"Hmmm.' Draco thought. 'I do want to know, wait…why do I care what happened to this stupid Mudblood? I don't. Yeah, I don't care what happened to her. I just need to get better so I can get out of here.' he decided before turning back to his food and brushing her off.

"Fine." Hermione said as she left the room and slammed the door behind her.

The next few days were very similar to this one. They barely said a word to each other. Hermione stayed in her room reading most of the time and Draco stayed in his room getting better.

By the next Monday, Draco thought he was ready to try to walk again. He got off the bed and stood up. 'This isn't so bad.' he thought as he began walking in slow circles. 'I can't believe it took me so long to recover this time. It has never been this bad before. It was probably from the fall….okay, I think I am ready now.' he concluded as he headed for the door. He opened it and saw the rest of the cabin for the first time. It was really nice. It was an actual log cabin. Everything was heat and organized.

As he looked around he saw Hermione laying on the front porch staring at the sky. He walked towards her, but he stopped a few feet from the door. He was about ready to turn when he decided that he needed to tell her that he was going to be leaving soon. He walked out onto the porch and looked at her for a moment. 'She looks so nice.' he thought as he looked at how the clouds reflected in her light brown eyes. "…Even beautiful…peaceful…STOP!!! She is a Muggle-born!!' he thought as he snapped out of his daze.

He then turned to look at the sky to see what was so amazing. The sun was rising and it outlined the clouds with it's brilliant light. He stared at it for a while before deciding to talk to her. He turned to her, but found that she had fell asleep. He watched her, thinking that she looked so beautiful yet again. 'I wonder if I look so at peace when I sleep.' he thought as he watched her. Then, suddenly her expression changed. A frown appeared on her face and Draco watched with an odd curiosity.

Soon, Hermione started making helpless sounds low in her throat and tears began falling from the corners of her eyes. "Stop… that hurts…NOOOO! Please stop!!" she yelled.

Draco was paralyzed. 'What is she dreaming about?' he wondered as her screams got louder and more desperate.

"Let go of me!! Daddy…noooo…" she them began whimpering and she pulled her legs into her chest in a fetal position.

Draco couldn't take it anymore. He felt bad for her. He reached down to wake her, but she flinched at his touch. Draco pulled his arm back as she let out a piercing scream. He knew that he had to wake her up. Draco reached down to her and pulled her to him. She fought against his touch and screamed at the top of her voice, but he didn't let go. "Shhh. It's okay…I won't let him hurt you." he whispered into her ear. At his words she relaxed and laid her head on his shoulder. Her tears slowed and eventually stopped all together. After a few minutes, her breathing was regular and she was smiling again. 'Why did I just do that?!' Draco asked himself as he rocked her back and forth.

Suddenly Hermione's eyes opened and she looked at Draco. She screamed and pulled away from him. "What are you Doing?" she yelled at him.

Draco looked at her. He was stunned. When he finally come beck to reality he said, "What the bloody hell happened to you?"

Hermione looked puzzled. "What are you talking about, Malfoy?" she demanded.

"Granger, use your brain….your bruises. What did your dad do to you?" he demanded in an equally irritated voice.

Hermione was dumbfounded. 'How did he know?' she wondered as she stood there gawking at him. "How did you…"

"You were asleep and you started screaming. You said 'daddy don't'. Now tell me, what the hell happened to you?"

Hermione didn't know what to say. "I-I…h-he…" Hermione's voice trailed off and she looked away from his penetrating eyes.

"He beat you, didn't he?" Draco asked in a surprisingly caring voice.

"Yes…he beat me." Hermione answered when he spoke to her with so much concern and care. "He beat me and I ran away."

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked. 'Why do I care? Well, duh…I have been through the same thing. I might be a Malfoy, but I am not a heartless son of a…' he thought as he watched her look at him as if she was trying to decided if he was trying to play a joke on her. "Look, I know what you are going through. My dad did this to me too."

Hermione, who had been crying, examined Draco's eyes. She could find no trace of a lie in them, and then he said that about his dad… "O-okay." she said.

"Let's go inside first." he said as he led her into the cabin. They sat on the couch and Hermione told him about her mom dying and her dad drinking and hitting her. "…that's when I decided I had to get out of there. I ran away. I got on the night bus and told him to bring me here. They dropped me off several miles from here. I began walking and that's when you fell on me. I couldn't tell who you were since it was so dark, but I felt bad for you and I knew you had to be a wizard since you were riding your broom. So, I picked you up and brought you here."

"So, you really carried me all the way here??" Draco, who had be listening to every word she said, asked. "I was wondering, why didn't you just fly us here on my broom?"

"Well…I am afraid of flying." she said quietly. "Plus, your broom was broken from the fall. You landed on me, but your broom wasn't so fortunate." she explained as a slight blush crept up her cheeks.

"Oh." he replied. He had no idea what to say. He had never been in this kind of situation before. "I am really sorry that your dad did that to you."

"Don't apologize. He was just sad because he missed mom. I probably deserved it anyway." she said as she suddenly became very interested in her feet.

"NO!!! Do not blame yourself for this! He is the bastard that hit you! You didn't do anything!!!" Draco said. He had no idea why he was getting so angry, but he didn't care. She was wrong.

Hermione looked up and managed to smile. "Thanks. I really needed to tell someone that." she said quietly for fear of him making a rude, cutting comment.

"Right. No problem. So, are you hungry?" he asked as he got up and walked to where he thought the kitchen would be.

Hermione got up and followed him after saying, "Yeah. I haven't eaten in a while."

When they got in the kitchen, Draco made her bacon and eggs. (Hermione had just bought them yesterday. She was getting tired of soup and T.V. dinners)

They ate in silence and Hermione couldn't stop thinking about how nice Draco started being when he heard that her father beat her….

AN- That's all 4 now…I have to go watch my friend Gary play some softball…Please Read and Review!!!!! Love yas…

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