A/N: Here is the second part…
Draco Malfoy consciously knew he was dreaming, but couldn't wake himself up. It was like someone was holding him back from waking up and he was struggling against him.
Let me OUT! his mind screamed, although he couldn't move his body.
A cold, cruel laugh echoed through his head.
Do you honestly think I would leave you? Let you free? asked the voice.
Draco's breathing remained regular, but a panic rose with in him.
No, his mind said. He didn't want to see those red, cat-like pupils, no, no…
"No!" he felt himself scream as he sat straight up.
A female voice shushed him and he felt someone gently push him back so he was lying down again.
"You're alright," the voice softly said, "Nobody here is going to hurt you."
Draco could hear himself breathing quickly now as he felt something cool lay on forehead.
"He's…he's going to get me," he managed to say.
"Shhh," said the voice again, "You're going to be alright. Just rest for now, don't say anything," she whispered.
He felt several tears escape down his face as he opened his eyes.
The girl sitting on the edge of the bed he was laying on timidly smiled at him as if she was afraid him.
As she gently dabbed his forehead he felt anger and hatred beyond belief rise up in him and he recognized her.
"Granger?" he angrily asked. He saw her stiffen and her smile fade as her eyes slowly met his.
There was uncertainty and fear in her eyes and part of him wanted to tell her he hadn't meant to say it like that, but that feeling was soon taken over by a hatred so great he thought he'd burst.
"Where am I?" he loudly demanded.
"Shhh!" she whispered, "You're going to wake my parents!"
A different kind of panic rose in him. Where was he anyway?
He looked around the dimly lit room.
Harry Potter and Ron Weasley were asleep on the floor in puffy bag-type things.
"So you're sleeping with Scar Head and Weasel now, are you?" he asked her, not bothering to keep his voice down.
"No I…" she quietly started.
"And now you're trying to seduce me!" he exclaimed, standing in front of her, "You are a little whore," he said, then walked around her and to the window.
"Where am I?" he demanded of her once again.
"At my house," she quietly answered as he opened her window.
"How did I get here?" he asked.
There was a moment of silence before he turned toward her.
"Well?" he impatiently asked.
She shrugged, "I…I don't know. You sent us a letter asking if you could stay with us and then you just…you were just…,here," she finished.
"I did not send you a letter!" he said, appalled that he'd send a mudblood a letter much less to ask if he could stay with her, "Where is it?" he asked, wanting proof.
"I sent it to Professor Dumbledore."
"Dumbledore?" he repeated, "Why Dumbledore? He's a…"
A feeling came over Draco that he wanted to push away, but it finally took over him.
He slowly shut the window and sat on the edge of her bed.
"I'm sorry," he quietly said, "I don't know what's wrong with me."
When he looked back up at her he saw her hesitate before carefully sitting next to him.
"Do you remember what you wrote in that letter?" she asked.
He searched his brain and he remembered writing the letter, but he couldn't remember what he'd put in it.
"No," he said, shaking his head.
"You said Voldemort had put the Imperious Curse on you, but you had broken it and your parents…you're in trouble with them and you can't stay at home."
The memory came back to him, "Right," he quietly replied, "Can I stay with you?"
"I sent Dumbledore a letter asking him to make you three invisible so my parents won't notice anything strange."
"Thanks," he said, looking at her and grateful for her help and forgiveness.
"No problem," she said. An uncomfortable silence filled the room and Draco fiddled with his fingers.
"Is he coming here?" he suddenly asked.
"I'm not sure. I'm waiting for a reply."
"Right. Okay," he said, not sure what else to say.
"If you're tired you can sleep on my bed. I can sleep in the extra sleeping bag."
"I'm not tired," he said, although he really was. In actuality he was afraid of what would happen if he slept again, "You go ahead and use it," he finished.
She smiled, "I have to wait up for Dumbledore's reply and plus I have a few essays to finish up for Grubbly-Plank, Sinestra and…and Snape," she said, her voice wavering as she said Professor Snape's name.
He looked at her for a moment, but that moment turned into a minute, and that minute into several minutes which could have easily turned into several hours. He had never noticed before how pretty Hermione really was. Sure, there were many Slytherin girls who were dying to go out with him and they were all very beautiful, but in a different way. Hermione was beautiful in an innocent way. A way that made Draco want her not because she could give him physical pleasures, but because he was sure they could make each other happy. Because he was sure that if they had a relationship it would have few, if any, problems. Where as all the Slytherin girls wanted was a physical relationship as opposed to a loving one.
Just looking at Hermione made his heart lighter and gave him a longing to have her in his arms.
A rather loud noise at the window jolted him from his thoughts. Both Draco and Hermione looked at the window where Draco's eagle owl stood.
"Oh, hey!" he said in quiet surprise as he walked over to the window, opened it and let his owl in.
As the owl stood on his arm he turned to smile at Hermione, but instead found her standing ridged with an expression of shock on her face.
He felt his smile melt and his heart pick up its beat, "What?" he whispered.
It was a moment before she blinked and started toward him.
"Oh no no no," she said, coaxing the owl onto her arm and putting it back outside.
"What'd you do that for?" he quietly demanded, outraged.
"Draco, we can't," she whispered, her eyes growing wide as she pushed it back out and shut and locked the window.
"Why not?" he asked a little louder as he stood in front of her.
"Because," she said, rolling her eyes, "Someone might be tracking your owl. If you want to stay away from your parents and Voldemort, then you have to trust me."
"Trust you?" he loudly asked, anger rising up in him again as he pinned her against the wall with his arms, "Why should I trust a mudblood? Especially you! What am I doing here anyway?" he spat into her face.
She winced and looked away from him, "Okay, what now what now?" he heard her calmly ask herself.
Her calmness made his anger worse, "Why do you have to be like that?" he yelled, slamming her against the wall.
She gasped as tears found their way down her face.
He distinctly heard a muffled, "Aloh Hammorah!" from the other side of the window and Fred and George Weasley clamored in with their broom sticks, but Draco paid no attention to them.
"Why?" he demanded again.
"I…please," she said, opening her eyes, "Let me explain!" she pleaded, looking at him.
"No!" he yelled, throwing her into Fred who wasn't expecting it and fell over. Some how in the scuffle, Hermione landed on top of Ron and Fred on top of her.
Draco realized what he'd done and started toward them to help, but he was caught by something and thrown into Hermione's bed where his head ht the wooden side.
"Don't you hurt her again!" George yelled, punching him square in the face.
"No! Don't, Fred!" he heard Hermione yell.
"I'm Fred," he heard Fred say as George took another swing at him.
"Draco!" she said, sounding exasperated, "They are under the Imperious curse just like you were. Be patient but prepared!" she yelled as Fred grabbed her and positioned her so she couldn't talk to him.
Right, he thought, patient and prepared.
George suddenly kneeled before him as they heard two voices simultaneously say, "Leave her alone!"
Draco winced thinking George would hit him again, but instead he smiled.
"So," he said, leaning closer to him as if the others weren't supposed to hear. Draco was sure they wouldn't. Harry and Ron were busy yelling at Fred to give Hermione back while Fred put some kind of charm on the bedroom door so her parents couldn't get in. Fred had his arms around her and was leaning over her in such a way that it looked as if her were protecting her from a sand storm. All the while Hermione's parents were pounding on the door demanding she open it.
"Still under the curse?" he asked.
Draco wanted to scream, "Yes!" with all his might, but answered, "No."
"Yes, well, that's what your father said you'd say. He told us to come get you."
"How'd he know I was here?" he asked, his heart jumping a beat.
"Your owl naturally. When it went home he put a tracking charm on it. Quite simple."
"Oh," said Draco, confused emotions and mixed messages filling him.
"He wants you to come home, mate. He misses you."
Draco could tell George was being sarcastic, "Tell him I don't want to see him again," he coldly told him.
George's smile faltered, then an angry expression took over, "Fine. But know where you are," he turned away, "Fred!" he yelled, "Let's go!"
"Fred immediately dropped Hermione from where he had picked her up and disappeared into the night with George.