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A/N ;; yay! New chapter. Now presenting…

Chapter two ;; Breakfast in Bed

Hermione looked at the young man in surprise. What the hell? Slowly, she lay Draco on the floor and closed the door. Then she went into her room to grab her wand. She walked over to the wizard's unconscious form and levitated him up to her room on her bed. What the hell happened to you? She ran her fingers through his hair caked with blood and a cut along his cheek.

Fuck! What do I do? Everything happened so fast, there was so much on her mind. One minute she was reading The Da Vinci Code on her favorite armchair and the next minute her worst enemy was on her bed unconscious and badly hurt. Slowly she cleared her mind and went into the kitchen to fix him a potion that would make him feel better.

She leafed through her potions book and found the one that she needed. Hmm. What do I need? Ginger roots, got that, knotgrass, got that, unicorn tail hair…

"Fuck! I don't have that!" she said out loud. She threw the book against the wall in frustration. She'd have to go buy supplies at Diagon Alley. But I can't leave Draco here all alone. She knew he wouldn't be safe. I guess I'll just have to deal with the old fashion muggle remedies. She grabbed some Tylenol and some other first aid supplies and walked into the room.

Why am I even helping him? Her head asked her as she treated his wounds. She remembered all those times that he had tried to make her life as bad as possible. It's not like he's going to be nicer to you just because you helped him out. She shook his head. Well, it is the right thing to do. She made him swallow the painkillers and covered him with a blanket. Then she walked back into the living room and went back into her book. This might just be my new favorite book. Then she laughed. Nah, nothing can replace my "Hogwarts, a History".

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Draco woke up a day and a half later. "Ah, you're awake." A voice said. He turned and saw Hermione, sitting on an armchair on his right, reading a book. She looked at him, examining him. He looked a whole lot better since she used a few simple spells to get rid of cuts and bruises. It was just the major injuries that she had trouble with.

"Granger?" he asked. He had a splitting headache.

"Yeah, it's me." She stood up and placed her book down. She walked over and sat on the side of the bed. Draco expected her to hex him into oblivion but her face grew soft, "You alright?"

He was taken aback, "Yes, of course." He rubbed his temples a bit. "I've just got this bloody headache."

"Here take these." She handed him a glass of water and two small capsules.

"What's this?"

"It's muggle medicine." She said. She expected him to throw the pills across the room proclaiming that he was too good for muggle remedies.

He looked at the pills and shrugged and popped the pills into his mouth. Hermione smiled and stood up to walk out of the room.

Suddenly there was a cry from the bed. "AH. YUCK!" Draco quickly started drinking the water. "What the bloody hell was that?" He continued drinking the water.

"Oh fuck Draco, did you chew on the pills?"

"I didn't know I wasn't supposed to!" He said as he drank all his water. "Do you have any more water?"

Hermione sighed and walked to the kitchen to get more water. Draco was currently mouth open, running his fingers over his tongue as if trying to get rid of the taste. "Here Draco." She handed him the water.

He greedily took and gulped down the water, but it did no good. "Fuck! My mouth is burning."

Hermione looked around the room and saw it. She grabbed the chocolate and gave it to him. "Here, eat this."

Draco unwrapped the chocolate bar and shoved it into his mouth. Slowly he calmed down, finally enjoying the chocolate. "Mmm. This is good. What does it do?"

"What?"

"The chocolate, what does it do?" he asked.

Hermione looked at him confused for a few seconds and then she understood. "Ohhhh. Draco this is muggle candy. It's called a Twix bar. It doesn't do anything. It's just chocolate."

Draco looked at the wrapper. "It's good, but that's so boring. Muggles are always so boring."

"At least muggles know to call before they come over." Hermione shot back. Draco looked at her, eyes wide and she quickly took back what she said. "I'm sorry Malfoy. I didn't mean that."

"No, it's alright. I should be leaving soon anyways." Draco tried to stand on his feet but he quickly collapsed on the floor. "FUUUUUUUUUUCKKKK!" he screamed. Hermione quickly came to the aid of the young wizard. She helped him get back onto the bed.

"I don't think you can leave. You shouldn't try to walk yet. The doctor said that you have a broken leg."

"The doctor?"

"Yes. The muggle doctor. I've owled Madam Pomfrey to send me some potions to help you feel better, but they haven't arrived yet." Hermione explained. The two looked at each other in awkward silence. "Uh, now that you're awake… Do you want something to eat?"

He looked at her, as if in a daze. She looked at him questioningly, "Draco?"

He snapped out of it, "Oh what?"

"Do you want something to eat?" she asked again.

"Oh yeah. That would be nice. Thank you." He said thoughtlessly.

Hermione looked at him even more puzzled. Since when does Malfoy say thank you to me? But she just shook her head and walked off leaving Draco alone in her room.

Draco sat up on the bed, looking around the room. It was a fairly big room. The king sized bed was in the middle of the room. On his right side there was a sliding door leading out to the balcony. He could see that the view was absolutely beautiful. There was a black box in front of him with the door out to the hallway next to that. On his left side there were two doors, one leading into her walk in closet and the other leading to her bathroom. Along her walls were pictures of Hermione and her friends waving at him. The room was a cool blue color and her bed had dark green sheets with a light green comforter and blue and green pillows. Not bad for a mudblood.

He shook his head. He would never use those words again. Everything he had learned from his father was a complete lie. How could he follow someone like Voldemort? He saw how quickly his mother was killed. That only made his decision clearer. Voldemort gave no freedom at all. And he found that out too late. He mourned the loss of his mother, but only for a while. She was just as bad as the rest of them. Over the past few years, Draco had been questioning his heritage. He had once shown a bit of kindness to a muggle and then his father beat him for it. Draco shook his head. No. I have no father. He never acted like a father to me. Suddenly there was a knock at the door.

"Come in."

In came Hermione carrying a tray of food for him. He didn't know what some of the items were, but it all looked good nonetheless.

"I brought you some pasta, some pizza and a bottle of Starbucks."

"Starbucks? Does this have an enchantment of some stars?" he asked, digging into the food. Hermione laughed. My, she has a nice laugh… Draco shook that thought out of his head.

"No Malfoy. Starbucks is a coffee shop. My favorite, in fact."

"Draco."

"Excuse me?"

"You always call me Malfoy. But my name is Draco." He said simply, eating the pizza with a fork and spoon. Maybe he has changed…

She laughed again, "Draco. You don't eat a pizza with a fork and spoon."

"Then what do I eat it with then?"

"Your hands."

"Why the hell would I use my hands?"

"Because its finger food."

"But then I'd get my hands dirty!" Draco looked appalled at the very idea. Hermione shook her head. Yup, he's still a Malfoy.

There was a silence between them. Hermione looked at him not knowing what to say. Suddenly there was a tap on the screen door. The two looked up to see an owl carrying a package.

"Those must be the medicines that Madame Pomfery sent." She opened the door and took the packages from the gray owl. "Thank you Eden." She kissed her owl on the forehead and it flew off, resting on the edge of the balcony.

Hermione brought the package to the side of the bed and carefully unwrapped it. There were bottles with the descriptions of what they did on the bottle. She opened the bottle labeled "for broken bones" and gave it to Draco.

"Here, drink this." Draco looked at the bottle and quickly drank it down. His face screwed up a bit.

"That tastes disgusting." He said.

"Well, it's wizard medicine so don't blame muggles on this one."

"I wasn't going to." He replied. Hermione quickly glanced at him. Who is this? She just had to ask.

"Are you ok Draco? I mean, you haven't called me mudblood, you're actually being nice to me and not only that, you're all right with being in a muggle house using muggle remedies. Plus here you are, alright with being in a house with a Gryffindor."

"Just because I'm a Slytherin doesn't mean I act like all the others." He said, continuing to eat his food. He finished his last gulp of Starbucks and set the tray aside. Then he looked straight into her chocolate brown eyes. "Do you have anything to ask me?"

"Your eyes…"

Draco looked at her quizzically, "What about them?"

"They're green." Hermione stared deeper into them. Draco turned away; her gaze was getting far too intense. It was like she could actually read his mind.

"Of course they're green, what other color would they be?"

"I always imagined them to be ice blue." She replied. Then she shook her head, "What happened Draco?"

Draco looked back up at her; she only looked at him with caring. Draco couldn't turn away from them for a second. It was like she could read his very soul. He could tell her. But then he couldn't. She wouldn't understand. Her gaze was far too piercing. It was far too much for him. "Nothing. It's none of your concern. There's nothing you could do about it anyways."

Hermione stared straight at him. Draco didn't know what she was thinking, but he knew she was a little angry. "Well fine. Whatever then. You're right; it is none of my business. You just knock on my door late at night and collapse into my arms, causing me to take care of you for the past few days worrying about your health, not to mention you sleeping in my bed, forcing me to sleep on the couch and spending my money for potions and doctor visits. Yeah, you're right, it is none of my concern." Then she grabbed his empty tray, headed out of the room and slammed the door.

Draco just stared at the door that she had just came through and groaned, laying back on the bed. Great, now I feel horrible. He stared straight up on the ceiling, wishing he could do something for her. Suddenly Hermione walked back into the room.

"Well, I'm going to go run some errands a bit. You'll be alright here on your own right?" she asked civilly. She had cooled down a little, but Draco could see that she was still a little ticked off from the situation.

"Of course. Um, thank you." He added on as a form of kindness. The words sounded so foreign to his lips. Hermione didn't even acknowledge it as she left the room. Draco sighed. Then he felt his legs and his body to see if his broken bones were healed yet.

Draco threw his legs over the edge of the bed, this time not collapsing. "Thank you Hermione." He said again to himself, liking how her name sounded on his lips. Draco shook his head. What the hell?

But Draco couldn't help but admit it, Hermione had developed quite well since their first year. Her long bushy hair had matured and had been tamed into soft waves. She apparently had highlighted her hair with a honey color. Her body had more curves and was more generous in some areas. Draco shook his head. No, just because she had helped him, it didn't mean that he could go falling for her. Not that he was thinking about falling for her. Or liking her. But he couldn't deny that she was simply beautiful.

He stood up and walked around the room. I guess its time to explore the Gryffindor's house.

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A/N ;; there you go ! The second chapter . I'm sorry it wasn't so good. I promise it'll get better. I would've posted it up yesterday but myspace and aim distracted me from writing more . Hahaha . YEAH I'M A MYSPACE WHORE . SO WHAT ? hahahaha . I was going to continue this chapter a bit , but I've just decided to end it here for now . I'll try to post up the 3rd chapter before the end of the day, but I'm not making any promises . So REVIEW ! and I'll promise it . I have a number in my head and if I get that many reviews , I'll post up the 3rd chapter (: so REVIEW !