Chapter Five

A New Ally?

Hermione looked at her portrait. "Just leave me alone."

The portrait looked concerned, but complied. Where she went, Hermione didn't care. She looked at the razor again. Was she prepared to do this? She brought the razor to her wrist when there was a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" She yelled, trying to hide the emotion in her voice.

"It's Malfoy."

"What do you want?" as Hermione said this she brought her hand down to her side quickly in frustration, slicing her finger on the way. Hermione gasped as she brought her hand up to look at her finger.

"What? What happened?" Draco said from outside. He opened the door and looked at her sitting on the bed. Hermione had managed to hide her razor before he could see it.

He looked at her finger then sighed. "What the hell'd u do to do that?" He walked over to her and took out his wand. Hermione flinched as he did and he gave her a curious look. "I'm not going to hurt you."

He tapped his wand to her finger and healed it. Draco gave a small smirk and without looking at her, turned and walked out of the room.

Hermione starred after him. 'What in the hell was that?' she thought to herself. She got up of the bed and fallowed him out the door. She walked down the stares to see him sitting in a chair by the fire, seemingly lost in thought. She simply stood and stared at him.

What with him being quiet and less tactless then his normal self recently, Hermione was finally able to appreciate the serene beauty he had.

"Are you going to stand there and stare at me all day?" Draco asked without looking at her, making her jump in surprise.

Hermione looked apprehensive but decided to join him by the fire. She tensely sat down opposite him in an arm chair as he continued to stair at the fire, one leg draped over the arm of the chair.

She stared at him for a few more minutes until she decided to talk. "So…" She'd better start slowly. "…so it's…nice out huh…Why'd you heal me?" Well, so much for that.

For the first time Dracos eyes snapped to her, but he didn't answer. Hermione started to feel a little uncomfortable.

He finally sighed. "You had a cut. Why wouldn't I?"

Hermione was slightly taken aback by this question. She would have thought the reason was obvious. "Well," She said as if it was common knowledge. "You hate me. I sooner expect you to come in and squirt lemon juice in my eyes. Why didn't you just make fun of me, calling me a stupid Mudblood and walk away? It's not like I wouldn't have lived."

Draco snorted, though his usual cocky air wasn't in it. "I was trying to help. Forgive me, I'll try to remember not to next time." He got up out of his chair, walked around behind her and headed up the stairs to his bedroom.

"Wait!" She yelled and ran after him. He stopped at the top of the stairs and turned to look at her. "Why did you come in in the first place?"

Draco smirked. "Your portrait tipped me off that you were up to no good." Then he turned and entered his room, shutting the door behind him.

Hermione stood and gazed at the door already coming up with ways to torture the painting.

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