AN: As requested, here's chapter two! Hope you like it.

'Granger, what the bloody hell are-' began Draco, but was cut off when Hermione collapsed in a heap on his porch.

He picked up the fallen girl carried her inside –much to his displeasure- and set her down on the couch. He couldn't just leave her there anyway; it would look suspicious if someone was found dead on the doorstep of the Malfoy manor. But something in his head told him that it wasn't the only reason he wanted to help her.

He pulled out his wand, and healed her, and as she began to open her eyes, he ordered a house elf to bring her some water. She abruptly tried to get up and leave, but as she sat up she was overwhelmed by a wave of pain from what felt like every part of her body. She lay back down, and as she did a soft pillow was gently placed under her head.

'Granger, what happened to you? Who did this?' Inquired Draco.

Hermione lifted her finger and pointed to a point behind Draco and said, 'him.'

Draco turned around with breakneck speed to see that his father was standing behind him, making Draco realize that in the haste of his actions he had forgotten to close the door.

'Hello son,' Spat Lucious.

"God why tonight of all the damned nights, he picks tonight to attack someone then come home…." Thought Draco annoyed.

'Leave.' Replied Draco, voice dripping with venom.

'Draco, this is my house.' Snapped Lucious.

'It isn't any more, you are no longer welcome here father!'

At this point Luscious had pulled out his wand and pointed it directly at Draco.

But Draco was quicker.

'AVADA- K-' But Draco was abruptly cut off when he father dropped to his knees, and began to beg for his life (I know- very unlike Luscious), but Draco could see past his façade. He did a spell that made it as if Lucious was encased in concrete and contacted the Ministry of magic, for his father was a wanted man.

Draco turned back to Hermione to find that she had fallen asleep despite the ongoing disagreement taking place only feet away from her. He gently covered her with a blanket, and then the Ministry apparated in causing her to wake. Draco took this as his chance to hear her story.

Hermione told him how Lucious, had followed her home from her nightly walk and before she was about to enter the house he grabbed her and took her to some dark place, and began to force her to give him information about Harry, and how when she refused she was nearly killed.

After she finished she began to sob uncontrollably, and Draco turned to see ministry officials taking his father into custody before he was shipped off to Azkaban, to serve his life sentence.

He turned back to Hermione, and grabbed her into a hug to comfort her. She was all healed but she was pretty weak. He decided to contact Pothead and Weasel to his distaste, what was he thinking! He waked over to a chest and pulled out two pieces of parchment, and scribbled the same letter on both of them:

Hermione is here with me; my father who is being shipped to Azkaban attacked her tonight. She somehow found her way to my door step, I'll keep her safe here until some one can come and pick her up, I don't think she is well enough to apparate,

Draco Malfoy.

He called his two black eagles from the owlery and sent the letter to the two of them, and as soon as he had sent them they had been returned with the same response on both; I'll be right there in a minute!

And sure enough the doorbell was ringing soon after. They came in and marveled at the place. They took Hermione back home with them, but as they were picking her up Draco got the feeling that they didn't entirely trust his story. And right then Harry picked her up and gave her a small peck on the forehead. And Draco felt a small pang, of jealousy.

'What the hell is going on here!' he thought, annoyed at his thoughts.

After he was sure that Pothead and Weasel were gone he climbed the stairs and returned to his bathtub that had automatically turned itself off, when the water had reached the right amount, and when the temperature had. He slipped off the remaining articles of clothing he was wearing and slowly slid into the bathtub, as he reeled over the events of the night in his head.

Slowly, he drifted off to sleep, and woke nearly two hours later. He sighed, and stepped out of the tub, grabbing a deep black, furry towel and wrapping it around his waist. He dried his hair with his wand, slipped into some boxers and crawled into bed for the night, with thoughts of a certain person still plaguing his mind, and un answered questions like, I hope she's okay, and Why am I hoping she is ok!

He woke the next day, got out of bed, showered quickly and dressed in a navy blue shirt and Black pants. He headed into Hogsmeade and then decided to stop at a café/bookstore along the way. When he entered he was surprised at what he saw. It was Hermione, well again and reading a book, while sipping some hot cocoa to warm herself because by the looks of her rosy cheeks she was very cold.

Draco walked over and said hi without thinking about what he was doing.

She looked up from her book, and muttered a small hi before going red in the cheeks, and taking a sip of cocoa. 'May I sit?' Draco asked. She simply nodded; she wanted to thank him for what he had done.

'Granger,' he said softly, 'You don't have to thank me for last night.' He told her as if reading her mind.

Damn I think I'm going soft all of a sudden…

She looked at him shocked, but then slowly the look faded and she smiled. He stood up from his chair where he had sat across from her, and walked silently out of the store after ordering a medium cocoa.

He finished his tasks that had to be done, and headed back to the manor. He went to the liquor cabinet that once belonged to his father, and took out the half empty bottle of fire whiskey, poured himself a glass, sipped some and relaxed immediately. He knew it was a bad habit to drink, but it was the only thing to calm his nerves right now. He sat on the couch and ran his hands through his hair, as the events of the past week played through his memory. And just as the last one, the one where he encountered Hermione on his doorstep began to run through his head, he picked up his glass and threw it as hard as he could causing it to shatter into a million dazzling pieces, on the cold hard floor.

He went up stair to his room and wrote to his friend Blaise, sent the owl, and a few moments later green flames rose from the ashes in his fireplace and out of the ashes stepped Blaise Zambini.

'Blaise, I think its time that I have a little more fun….'

'Well you have contacted the right person!'

A/N Ill write more if you guys want more! You just have to let me know! AND many thanks to my first two reviewers, you guys rock...cookies for both of you!