Title: Helping Her

Genre: Humor/ Romance

Category: Full Story

Summary: No one ever thought Draco Malfoy would show compassion. But being he cause of a major turn up at Hogwarts, he must show at least a spark of it for what he has to deal with.

Krysta's Notes: Wouldn't you be Out of your normal Character if you had to take care of you five year old enemy?

Krysta's Notes 2: Please, all reviewers. First, I'd like to thank you all for reviewing this story. Second, I would like your opinion on my other stories, mainly Freedom's Liberty, Slavery's Blood and Lady Voldemort. In Lady Voldemort, I need a pairing. Draco/Hermione, Harry/Hermione, or Draco/Harry. Please read and respond to the votes, and the consequences are important to read also. Thanks a bunch!


Chapter 4: Black Boy, Superman, and His Princess Hermione

Professor Dumbledore stood head of the large crowd outside the Great Hall.

"It appears, we are missing the little one, Hermione." Draco gasped, and looked at the door before running in.

"Mister Malfoy, Mister Malfoy come back here!" Professor 'Minnie' McGonagall said, although she too was worried for her.


Draco ran to the Gryffindor table and checking near it, covering his nose and mouth with his robes. He let out a choking cough before running to the staff table, remembering that was were Hermione was seated. He grabbed the table, and dropped it quickly; it was hot.

"Fuck!" He swore, and kicked it over, seeing Hermione's form in flames. He stomped the flames out, careful not to hurt her and picked her up, worried when no sound of consciousness came from her. Covering her in his robes, which he had taken off to reveal his white shirt and dress pants, he ran from the hall.

Coughing and spitting, he entered the Hospital Wing, Albus Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall following him. He placed Hermione down on a bed while Madam Pomfrey told him to apply burn crème to his hand. She wrapped it in bandage, and tutted at Hermione.


He came back to see how she was. She was horrible. Her back length curls were burnt, leaving them up to her shoulders. She had a scar running from the corner of her right eye to her jawbone. Her right hand had a huge cut in it, abling a person to see inside her hand. Both her shoulders had searing cuts from the top to her elbows. Her ankle was twisted in a weird direction.

Harry and Ron entered the Infirmary, intent on seeing Hermione.

"Potter, Weasley, what are you doing here?" He said, growling at the two.

"We came to see Hermione, we're allowed to. We're her friends." Ron said, stepping up.

"Not if I say. If I tell Hermione you're evil, she wouldn't listen to you." Draco said, smirking evilly.

"Draco—cough—that's not nice." Hermione said, and the three ran over to her.

"Hermione, oh my, are you okay?" Ron exclaimed, worrying over her.

"I'm fine. What happened?" She asked.

"The Great Hall was set on fire and you were caught underneath the staff table." Draco said, recapping it.

"I was looking for Professor Bushy's gobblie." She said, remembering. Then she started crying. Draco hugged the girl tentatively.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked.

"I set the Big Breakfast Room on fire, I knocked the shiny lights down, Draco. I didn't mean to, it was all my fault!" She said, sobbing harder into his chest.

"Hermione, it was an accident, it wasn't your fault." He said soothingly.

She sniffed. "But won't Professor Grampie be mad?" Hermione asked Harry.

"No, of course not! It was an accident. This is a magic school, it'll repair itself." She smiled.

"Thank you Black Boy, you made me feel better." Harry stared at the injured girl.

"Black Boy?" She nodded.

"You have black hair, you are black boy." She stated simply.

"And you, are Superman." She said, pointing to Ron.

"You're hair is red like Superman's cape." She declared, and began giggling. The minute she started giggling, she stopped, and clutched her abdomen, coughing up blood.


"Hermione!" Draco fussed, picking the girl up and setting her on the bed.

"Where else did you get hurt?" He asked. She lifted the hospital shirt and he could see a few of her ribs dented inwards.

"She can go, Mister Malfoy, but keep her out of strenuous activities." Madam Pomfrey said to him. Harry picked the girl up, and she leaned her head onto his shoulder.

"Thank you, Black Boy." She said, before closing her eyes. He smiled, and walked with Draco and Ron, who were being civil at least, back to their common room. Draco said the password, and entered. Harry set Hermione down on her lilac bed, and pulled the black covers over her.

"You better take care of her, Malfoy." Harry said sternly, crossing his arms.

"Yes, Mother Dear." He said, toying with a burnt fringe on his robe.

"Malfoy, I swear. If you hurt her, I'll murder you." Ron said, cracking his knuckles.

"You care, a little too much, Weasley." He said and sighed. "But you care." Ron's ears turned bright pink and he mumbled a few choices words under his breath.

"What'd you say, Weasley?" Draco asked, delighted at getting a nerve.

"Wouldn't you like to know!" Ron countered triumphantly.

"Ugh, now I really don't wanna know what you said." Draco said.

"Well, Black Boy and Superman can leave, Princess Hermione will be back to see you tomorrow." Draco said. Harry and Ron said goodnight to Hermione, before leaving.


Professor 'Grampie' walked into the Common Room. Hermione jumped up from the bed, seizing the man around his legs.

"Hermione, are you alright?" He said, ruffling the girl's hair.

"Storyteller, aren't you mad at me?" She said, using another nickname she had picked up from eating lunch with the old man.

"I blew up the Hall, I burnered it. Don't you hate me? Draco should've left me there to die…." She said, dropping onto the floor, her bare knees cooling against the tile. Tears splattered against the white tile, making it look as if a magnifying glass was hovering over it.

He clamped a hand on her shoulder, feeling the ring against her bandaged shoulder.

"The tables, the plates, the forks, knives and spoons can all be replaced, Hermione." He said, standing the girl up. Draco knew just what to add.

"But there's only one you, Hermione. Only one Hermione Granger."

"Only one granddaughter, one 'Mione, one Giggles" A name she acquired from constant giggling.

"Thank you, Storyteller. Night." She said, hugging the man, and wiping her face on the polka-dotted sleeve of her nightgown. Draco helped her back into the bed, and tucked her in neatly. Then the two went to sleep.


In the night, Hermione woke from a terrible dream, shaking. She ran into Draco's room, and shook him also.

"Hermione, what?" He said annoyed, but stopped when he saw tears.

"I had a dream that a man was coming to kill us, Black Boy and Superman and you and me!" She cried. He knew she was talking about Voldemort.

"It's alright, Hermione." He said, sitting her in his lap. She lay there for a few hours, until he noticed she was asleep. He couldn't move her, so he put his arms around her, and kissed her forehead, before closing his eyes, swearing he wasn't attached to 'Princess Hermione.'

His 'Princess Hermione.'


Princess Hermione—Draco's nickname for Hermione. Inspired by my boyfriend's nickname for me, which is Princess.

Black Boy—Totally random nickname for Harry and his dark hair.

Superman—It made me giggle, thinking of Ron it tights. XD

Thanks to new reviewers, and my reviewer of the update is seaweedqueen. She left an enthusiastic review, and made me feel good. I still love you all though. 3 D