A/N This is my first fan fic so go ahead and let me know what you think about it. Sorry about not putting anything at the end of the first chapter. Kind of forgot about that part. When I first wrote these two chapters they were one so I decided to split it up. So with that, on with chapter 2

Two Opposite Attract

Chapter 2

The Wound Part 2

"Draco, I'm so proud of you." His father was saying to him. "It's about time you came to your senses. Too bad you had to come about the hard way." Draco looks up through his right eye since the other is swollen shut.

"Fuck you." Draco says from his hands and knees with blood trickling out of the corner of his mouth. His father kicks him in the face and he's on his back. He brought his left and up to his face and notices a bleeding mark on his arm. It was the dark mark all Death Eaters have. No, it can't be. He starts to panic. I don't want this. I want to be back with her, my sweetheart, my everything. I want to be back with…

He sits up in a cold sweat, breathing hard. Draco blinks a few times trying to remember where he is. Then it dawns on him that he is at Grimmuald Place. He sits there for a minute collecting himself then undresses down his silk green boxers, crawls under the sheets, and goes back to sleep on the mystery woman's pillows.

A little while later when Draco is just about asleep, the door opens and then shuts again. There is a noise of clothes being taken off and tossed onto the floor randomly. Then the covers are pulled down and a person drops onto the bed and pulls the covers over themselves. The same smell from the pillows is coming from the person who entered Draco's bed. The person falls asleep almost instantly. Draco's subconscious moves his body right up to the person and he wraps his arm around her and rests his hand on a pair of breasts.

Draco, assuming this to be a dream starts massaging the woman's breasts through a tank top and kissing the back of her neck. The woman moans softly and her hand slides up Draco leg and over his boxers. With a small amount of energy she rolls to her back and just lies there. Draco half mounts her and started kissing her. She only half kisses back and realizing this wasn't really going anywhere Draco went to sleep where he was.

The sun came in through a whole in the blinds and washes over the pair's faces. They lay facing each other with the woman in Draco's arms. Slowly they both wake up. Subconsciously, Draco kisses the woman. She kisses him back this time. They both just lay there for a minute.

She screams and shoves Draco off the bed. Hurting and confused, Draco looks up at the woman on the bed. His jaw drops. The woman is Hermione. She has the covers pulled up covering herself.

"Malfoy, what are you doing in my room? More importantly what are you doing in my bed kissing me?" Hermione yells at him.

"Your room? Your bed? So that was your pillow I was on last night?" Draco asks.

"You sick fuck. Don't tell me you got off on yourself in my bed smelling my pillow."

"Of course not. I'd never do that in a strange house. You do smell good I must say. What is that sent you wear?"

"It's non of your concern, now why are you in my room?"

"Dumbledore told me to take this room."

"Well, you must have heard him wrong."

"I heard him just fine. You must have come into the wrong room."

"Fourth door on the right of the third floor. I've been coming to this room every night for weeks."

"Well, I was told to take this room. Maybe you're going to a different room?"

"All the other rooms are already taken."

"There are that many people here?"

"Of course there are. Between all of The Order members and students, this place is full. I honestly didn't think anyone else would be coming considering the rest of us have been here almost all summer. Plus I didn't see you down for dinner. Ugh, why am I telling you all of this? Get out!"

"All of my stuff is in here." Draco stands up.

"Mine too." She pauses thinking for a moment. "Well, turn around so I can get dressed."

"Fine." Draco reluctantly turns around.

He hears her slowly get out of the bed. Probably watching me making sure I don't peek. Draco can't resist the temptation. He slowly peers over his shoulder and gets an eye full of Hermione in a tight white tank top with the Gryffindor lion on the chest of it exposing her midriff and black underwear.

"So, what happened to your chest?" She asks softly.

"Nothing." He turns away from her. There is no way I'm telling anyone what happened to me. I never have and I never will. It's no ones concern but mine. Yet, he felt like he was lying to himself. Deep down he does want to tell someone. Tell someone of his aches and pains. Have someone to share his secrets of abuse he's endured his whole life. He wants to have someone he actually cared about and not just used for sex.

"Fine, suit yourself." She all of a sudden appears in front of me wearing black running shorts and the same tank top. "That looks really bad though." She gently slides her fingers right below the ugly, deep cut. Just then it starts bleeding again for the fourth time this week. She looks up at Draco worriedly.

"It's fine. It does this all the time." He replies as the blood pours slowly down his chest.

"No it's not. I'll get Dumbledore." She starts going for the door but Draco quickly seizes her wrist.

"Please don't." He looks deep in her brown eyes pleading. He almost looks scared to Hermione. She stands there looking back into his silver eyes while he was breathing hard and still held her. Hermione felt his hand shaking slightly.

"Okay." She doesn't know why she is giving into him, probably because of how scared he looks. Kicking into thinking mode she said, "Lay down on the bed and I'll be right back."

"You're not telling Dumbledore or anyone else." He tried to sound threatening but his voice came out small and almost child like.

"I'm going to get something to cover that up with. Stop being so paranoid, I said I wouldn't tell anyone." She slowly pulls out of his lose grip ending with their fingertips being locked for a second, then walks out of the room looking back at him as he stood there looking down.

Slowly he goes over to the bed and lays on his back. The blood had gone all the way down his stomach, followed his v-cut, to the low waistband of his boxers. Draco looked up at the dark ceiling. Why didn't I stop her from touching me? If she hadn't touched me, it probably wouldn't have opened up. Another lie. The fact is, he like it when she touched him. He had put away his old feeling for Hermione and was embracing the idea of a woman touching his chest ever so lightly. It didn't matter that it was Hermione who had touched him. It actually felt very right.

He shook his head. I can't be thinking about Granger that way. She's just some filthy Mudblood. A beautiful Mudblood. A very beautiful woman. Just then Hermione entered the room with her arms full.

She walks over to bed were Draco is laying and placed everything she was carrying on the floor. Draco heard her dip something in water and wring it out. He looks at Hermione as she concentrated on what she was doing. She appears from the side of the bed from her knees with a wet rag in her hand. Slowly, she starts by the cut itself and followed the blood down his body. Every few inches she moves the warm, almost hot, rag around in her hand revealing a clean spot. When she reaches his v-cut she stops and rinses the rag out in the pan of water. Once she was satisfied with the condition of the rag she places one hand on his stomach and the other with the warm rag at the start of his v. Gently, she slides the rag along his v-cut and when she gets to his boxers, she runs her hand resting on his stomach to his boxers and pulls them down slightly cleaning up the last of the blood. Draco grabs the sheets to keep himself from uttering a moan.

Next, Hermione goes back to the floor and is fumbling around with something. She reappears and sits on the bed this time with a different rag and places it directly on the wound. Draco gasps as a sharp pain jolts through his body immediately losing all sense of pleasure.

"What the hell is that?" Draco exclaims.

"Well, since I can't use magic I'm suing rubbing alcohol to clean the wound out."

"What's that stuff?"

"It's a disinfectant muggles use to clean cuts and scrapes. This will get rid of all the bacteria that's in your cut. Now hold this here."

Draco brought his left hand up and places it on top of Hermione's. They look each other in the eyes while their hands move up and down from Draco's increasing breath. They just stair at each other for what seemed like minutes. Finally Hermione broke the stair, slides her hand out from Draco's, and retreats back to the floor. A moment later she comes back up with some gauze and tape.

"I'll take that." She says and Draco hands her the bloody rag and she tosses it into the bowl of water. Then she places the gauze on the cut and Draco automatically holds it in place. She smiles at him and tapes the gauze in place.

"Thanks Hermione." Draco said. She nodded her head then a second later looked him in his eyes confused.

"What did you just call me?" She asked him.

Draco thought for a second then said, "Hermione."

"Why?"

"Well, it's your name, and it seemed appropriate for what you just did for me. I'll never call you by your first name again if you like."

"No." She looked down at his body as her face turned red. "I don't mind. It's just; I've never heard you call me by my first name before."

Draco didn't know how to respond. He knew that he's never been nice to her before and has never spent so much time alone with her either. The fact is that he use to be repulsed by the idea. Hermione snapped him out of his daze by another question.

"How did you get all of these cuts and bruises all over your body?" She asked not realizing she was running her hand along his toned chest then abs.

What should I say? Should I tell her the truth or tell her off? She was nice enough to patch up the one cut; maybe it would be okay as long as she promises not to tell anyone? Just then the door opened.

"Hey Hermione, do you want to…" The voice was cut off as the green eyes of the famous Harry Potter landed on the tall blond Slytherin lying on the bed with the brown haired Gryffindor's hand on his stomach.

Hermione looks over her shoulder as her name is called and sees Harry standing there. She just sits there in a state of shock not moving. Harry looked from Hermione to Draco, to Hermione's hand and back to Hermione. He looked like he was about to throw up.

"What's going on here?" Harry finally choked out.

"What does it look like Potter?" Draco asked him with a smirk.

"Harry, no. It's not what it looks like." Hermione corrected Draco. "Malfoy was hurt. I was just helping him honestly."

"Why would you do that Hermione?"

"It's what we're here for Harry. We're suppose to help people like Draco."

"Hey! Don't I get a say in this? First off, I never asked for any help from you Mudblood! Secondly, it wasn't my idea to come here!" He yelled at Hermione.

She looked at him in shock. She couldn't believe what an ass he was being all of a sudden. Hermione got up and went to the door and pushed Harry out of the way. Harry left the room right behind Hermione and shut the door.

"Shit!" Draco swore out loud. I can't believe I just did that.

A/N: The end of chapter two. Hope you guys like it and if you have any suggestions at all, let me know. Just so you know, I have a week left of classes so I probably wont be working on chapter 3 till the end of this week.