Draco carefully removed the sleeping girl's jacket. She didn't even stir when he nearly pulled her to the floor trying to get the jacket over her hands.

"Must be a deep sleeper," he mumbled. In the inside pocket of the jacket was a Ministry of Magic Official identification card. His heart started to race. Why would a Ministry official be on Privet Drive. He moved the card a bit so the plastic caught the light. It was fake. This scared him even more. She could be a death eater disguised a Ministry Official. But why would was she sobbing in the yard? He studied her face. She didn't look old enough to be a deatheater anyway. Deatheaters were initiated on their eighteenth birthday. She looked about sixteen or seventeen.

Draco turned his attention back to the fake I.D. The name on the card was Helena Rush (a/n: see bottom author note to explain name). The Helena Rush in the picture looked about in her thirties. He looked back down on the teenage Helena. Had she used a body modification spell? He had to be careful around her. He wasn't sure if she had seen his face, but if she hadn't it would be a good time to modify his facial features.

He went into the kitchen where he had placed the young woman's wand and replaced it with the jacket. His wand was taken away when he went into hiding. His eyes and nose were probably the most distinguishable characteristics of him. He made his eyes a bluish-green colour and tilted them a bit and rounded his nose. He put the wand on Helena's jacket and grabbed a mop and bucket. A kitchen with a strong stench of cats would not be a good place to first see.

Hermione's eyes popped open. She sat up and looked around at her surroundings. She didn't know where she was, but it smelled faintly of cats. All Hermione could remember was someone asking her if she was hungry and helping her to the couch. She stretched and stood up.

She examined the couch she had just been lying on. The couch was decorated with a plain pattern and it numerous tears on it. They looked like cat scratches. The whole room looked like it had got caught in a fatal cat attack. That guy must really love cats, she thought. As if on cue, a tiny kitten came into the room, sat at Hermione's feet, and looked up at her.

"Hey, kitten," Hermione cooed, kneeling to pet the baby cat. "What's your name?" She read the name on the kitten's collar. "Mr. Nippy? That's a… creative name. Are you hungry?" The kitten meowed. "I'll take that as a yes. Let's go find you some food."

She picked the kitten up and walked into the next room which, luckily, turned out to be the kitchen. It was a very cramp kitchen and the yellow wall clashed horrible with the hard wood floor. Hermione set the kitten down and started to search through the cabinets.

"Ah! Found it! Now where's your bowl?" Mr. Nippy meowed and started to walk away. Hermione took this as a sign to follow him. She seized the bag of food and trailed behind the kitten.

The upstairs part of the house seemed much more dull and smelled very strongly of cats. The 'cat room' was a very avoidable place. Hermione counted nine litter boxes and bowls.

"Has your owner ever heard of cleaning?" she complained as she made her way past the litter boxes. She poured cat food in all the cat bowls in case she came across any more hungry cats and quickly left the room. She started down the steps, but froze when she heard a deep voice.

"What are you doing?"

Hermione dropped the food and it fell down the steps leaving cat food on every step. She turned and looked at the owner of the voice. He looked more curious than angry.

"Oh! I, um, was, um, feeding your cat…"

"It's not my cat. It's my, um, grandmother's. Yeah, this is my grandmother's house."

"Oh. Well, thank you for letting me sleep on your couch. I don't want to impose, but do you have anything to eat? I'm starving."

"Yeah, it's in the kitchen in the microwave. I'll show you were the kitchen is."

Hermione shook her head. "It's alright, I know where it is. Oh! The cat food… tell me where a broom is and I'll get it up."

"No, you're our guest. I'll clean it up, you go eat," Draco said, grinning.

Hermione felt her face get hot. "Thank you."

After Hermione ate, she went back to the stairs to help Draco. He was just getting the last of the cat food swept up.

"There," he said to no one in particular.

"You're fast."

Draco spun around and faced Hermione. He smiled when he saw her. "Thanks, Helena."

"Huh?"

Draco turned red. "I sorta looked in the pocket of your jacket and saw your I.D."

Hermione looked at the floor. "Oh… about that… It's not real. I'm really not…"

"I know it's fake. And might I ask why you collapsed on the front lawn?"

"I-I rather not talk about it. But I needed a place to stay for just a while. Until I get my head on straight."

"I'll have to ask Miss- my grandmother, but I'm sure she'll let you. She loves company."

"What's your name?"

Draco frowned a bit. He couldn't tell her his real name. He didn't have a common name.

"Peter. Peter Walsburg. And you're Helena Rush?"

"Uh, yeah." Hermione held out her name and Draco took it. He reluctantly let go.

"Uh, your jacket and wand are on the kitchen counter. If you want I'll get you some of my clothes to wear. That dress suit doesn't look to comfortable. And there's a bathroom through the room across from the cat room if you want to take a shower."

Hermione tugged on the hem of her skirt. "It's not. Thank you. You're a saint." Hermione left to get her jacket and wand and Draco stared after her. He realized what he was doing and started to dispose of the cat food.

Hermione poked her head out of the bathroom looking for "Peter". She saw him on top of his bed fast asleep. He's cute when he's asleep, she thought. The dark window across the room told her that it was late. She stepped into the room keeping the black towel wrapped around her tightly. She quietly tiptoed across the room to the closet. Hermione looked through his shirts which was quite pointless because all of his shirts were black. She finally picked one out and grabbed her wand from the foot of "Peter's" bed. She enlarged the shirt so it came just above her knees and crept back into the bathroom.

Draco woke up with a start. He sat up and looked at his alarm clocked which told him he was just 7 minutes before two a.m. He realized he was still in his clothes from the previous day. He was startled by light breathing next to him; he looked over and saw "Helena" fast asleep. She's still beautiful when she's asleep, he thought and he smiled. Draco didn't feel like changing, so he turned on his side facing "Helena" and fell back asleep.

Again, sorry for the shortness. I just wanted to get something out this week, and I felt like typing today because I'm sick (again)and at home.

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