Title: Helping Her

Genre: Humor/Romance

Category: Full Story

Summary: No one ever thought Draco Malfoy would show compassion. But him being 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: I'm now commiting a section to the people who have reviewed this story.


Chapter 1: DrAcOsSeXxIiBaBiI, MeLiO, PART-TIME SINNER,trapped-in-a-dream, prin69.

Chapter 2: prin69, yamatoishida, Sancontoa, trapped-in-a-dream, seaweedqueen.

Chapter 3: trapped-in-a-dream, seaweedqueen, duj, prin69, iliketosleep.

Chapter 4: Alenor, Rogue Vampyre, seaweedqueen, spychick989, DrAcOsSeXxIiBaBiI, prin69, Angel Moon Princess, pinkstar146.


Disclaimer: I am now going to put on of these every five chapters.

Krysta: Guess what? I own Harry Potter! ---smiles---

Kelsey: And I'm the prime minister. --evil look---

Krysta: Awesome! Tony Blair sucks. ---claps hands---

Kelsey: I was kidding you dope! --whacks Krysta on the head with a rolled up newspaper---

Krysta: Damn, so I don't own Harry Potter?

Kelsey: If I can't be the prime minister, what makes you think you can be happy? ---maniacal look---

Krysta: Uhm... But I still own Harry Potter!

Kelsey: Right, so I guess I'm gonna go murder Tony Blair, so I can replace the fool instead of having jail time, cause everyone knows how brilliant I am. Right, Krysta?

Krysta: ... ---sweatdrop---

Kelsey: I'm gonna get Jon's chainsaw on you! --eyes turn red--

Krysta: No! I'm now gonna write a quick will. I leave possession of Harry Potter and co to J.K. Rowling.

Kelsey: ---slaps Krysta in the back of the head--- Finally!

Krysta: What?

Kelsey: I was waiting for you to give that up!

Krysta: NO! Lawyers, come back! --calls after lawyers who are carrying the giant novel of Harry Potter in their hands---

Laywers: Never! --laugh--

Krysta: Damn you Kelsey, now I'll never own them again! I keep mailing J.K. to get them back, but she won't give 'em to me.

Kelsey: I am J.K. Rowling, Krysta --takes off mask to reveal J.K. Rowling---

Krysta: No! Wait, I'm not Luke Skywalker?

Kelsey: And I'm not J.K. Rowling. --takes off another mask-- So the lesson is...

Krysta: My sister has many identities?

Kelsey: No! Guess again!

Krysta: --mutters-- Never listen to my crazed sister's attempt to kill with Jon's chainsaw.

Kelsey: No! You fruitcup, the lesson is you don't own Harry Potter!

Krysta: But that's no moral! Everytime someone gets jumped by their incredibly crazy sister, it means they don't own Harry Potter?

Kelsey: No, just you.

Krysta: Damn my sister... I guess I don't own Harry Potter.


Extra Krysta's Notes: Those of you who haven't read the chapter 'Mother' in my 'Alas, But a Collection' story, Kelsey is my sister, who's eleven and Jon is my brother, Jonathan, who's 17. He has a chainsaw cause he has woodshop classes.

Also, Draco become very in character this chapter. But Hermione really isn't. The kind of character I gave her which was kind, caring, sweet, and funny, turns different after a little predicament with Draco. So, she's going to be a little weird in this chapter. Sorry about Draco's OoCness in the past chapters, but Hermione is a very delicate little girl. I based most of her happenings on mine, although I'm not magical.

The first thing she does, like her attempts to wake up Draco, was based on me. I started gymnastics when I was four. So, that's where she gets most of it from.

Sorry to keep you, but this chapter is dramatic! Read on!


Chapter 5: Hopskotch and I Never Want To See You Again!


Squeak...squeak...squeak...

Draco groaned as he felt a bouncing on the end of his bed.

"Draco, Draco, Draco, Draco, Draco! You sleepy head, wake up!" The curly headed young girl yelled at the blonde and continued jumping.

Hermione was fully dressed in a pair of overalls and a red shirt Harry had given her after recovering that said, "I'm not scared of you, I'm a Gryffindor." A graphic of a little person puffing his chest out to a tiger was next to the words.

Her hair was braided into two plaits, courtesy of Pansy, and tied with red ribbons on the end. The ribbons were hung over her shoulders and stopped near the buttons on the overralls. Her hair would've been longer, but she lost an inch in the fire.

"Get off my bed, Hermione. Stop." He whined groggily. The jumping ceased as Draco took a breath. But Hermione had other ideas.

She grabbed a bunch of Draco's textbooks and piled them up to about three quarters of her height and rummaged through her room and found her gymnastics medal. She looped the medal around her neck and stood against the wall.

Wanna guess what she's gonna do?

With a running start, Hermione backflipped onto the textbooks and sprung off, flipping through the air. She was silent in her approach, but when she successfully landed on Draco's stomach, she let out a squeal. Draco emitted a moan.

"Hermione! Come on, I'm trying to sleep." He said. Blaise and Pansy watched amused from the door.

"Draco, dear friend. You've missed breakfast and if you don't get up you'll be late for Care of Magical Creatures. It's Saturday, but we have morning classes." Blaise pardoned.

"Get up now!" She yelled at the Slytherin. "Or I'll blast you to bits!" She jumped around Draco's head, frightening the Slytherin incase the girl missed; he'd have a migraine for a lifetime.

"Oh really, now?" Draco questioned, head buried neatly under the covers.

"Yeah. I was reading a bunch of your textbooks before we left for breakfast. Something called 'Advanced Charms for Seventh Years.' I don't know who by the lady has a funny name." He laughed.

She picked up his wand from the counter and shot out a charm.

'Barragio!' She said triumphantly, but missed on purpose and made a giant seared hole through Draco's bed. The hole was right next to his ear, which made him jump up.

"Alright, I'm up. Just don't hurt me." The little girl had a very demanding look on her face.

"Okay!" Draco started to put his robes on, but Hermione smacked him on the back. Or as high up near his back she could reach.

"You're supposed to brush your teeth! You'll get cavities!" She said, pulling Draco by the hand into the bathroom. With his wand, she enlarged the little step stool to a bigger one and climbed up to level the mirror. She put some toothpaste on his toothbrush and stuck it in his mouth.

"Oomph!" He said, swallowing half of the toothpaste and started choking.

"Oh my god! Anybody know the Hermich 'neuver?" She asked, running back into Draco's room.

Blaise and Pansy ran into the bathroom where Draco was coughing on the floor. Hermione did the only logical thing she could think of. She jumped on his stomach again, sending the toothbrush across the room. Pansy handed Draco a cup of water.

"Rinse now, Draco." She said playfully, earning a glare from the blonde. Hermione crept up to the sink where he was spitting the water out along with any of the minty toothpaste he could.

"Sorry Draco. I didn't mean to..." Draco cut her off irritably.

"Didn't mean to what? Ruin my morning? Jump on my stomach twice already? Burn a hole through my brand new mattress? Hit me? Make me choke?" He screamed at the girl.

"I said I was sorry!" She yelled and ran from the bathroom while Pansy and Blaise glared at Draco.


"Draco, look. She's five. She's a Gryffindor no less. She can't always do everything right. Just because she's close to doing everything right at seventeen, doesn't mean she was doing it right from the time she was born!" Pansy told him.

"You know, being a Gryffindor has nothing to do with it. Why are you being so rude to her? It's your fault that she's this way. Maybe even if she was seventeen again, you'd still be sleep but yelling at her for leaving you sleep! So just stop it, Draco. You know what? I told her to go wake you up by any means possible, are you gonna yell at me?" Blaise said angrily. Draco shook his head.

"She's a dentist's kid, that's why she told you to brush your teeth! She'd figured you knew how without choking! I gave her the spell book to read so she could occupy herself without causing a ruckus. Who knows where she is now?" Blaise finished.

"She's not in the Common Room." Pansy said sadly. "Or her room. Or your room." Draco sighed.

"I'll go look for her." He said, grudgingly.

"No." Blaise commented.

"Blaise and I will. You're probably not the first person she wants to see." Pansy said.

They walked from the common room as Draco finished getting dressed. Putting on the rest of his attire, he walked into the bathroom and started brushing his teeth. (A/N: That's sweet.)


Pansy and Blaise wandered the halls watching students rush by in a flurry for classes.

"I can't believe he would just snap at her like that!" Pansy said, unbelievingly.

"If I yelled at Draco for all the stupid things he did, I'd be mute and he'd be deaf." Pansy laughed.

"Man, I hope she's..." Pansy started.

"Shh!" Blaise said. He could hear little sniffling sounds and Hermione's voice. They had stopped in front of the Transfiguration classroom.

The class was full of third year students and Professor McGonagall had just let them have a free period. She sat with a little girl on her lap.


"So he did? Well let's just, oh I don't know, take fifty points off Slytherin." Pansy gasped. Never, in her life had she seen Professor McGonagall take off points for an unjust reason. But Hermione was like a daughter to the elderly woman.

"Um, Professor?" Blaise asked carefully. She turned to the door as well as the students to see the two seventh years.

"Sorry to bother you.."

"Oh, not at all!" She said. "Come in." Blaise and Pansy stepped up to her desk.

"Well, we were kind of looking for her." Pansy said.

"Oh. Hermione? You should have told me you left like that!" The professor said.

"I'm sorry. I just didn't feel like talking to him. I was upset." She said as Professor McGonagall let the girl go; she clung to Blaise. He picked her up.


"Come on, we have to take you back to the Common Room." He said.

"Please, Blaise! Don't! I don't ever want to look at Draco again! Please!" She begging him, fisting her hands through his robes and sobbing into his chest.

"Alright, alright." He calmed the girl. "Here, I'll take you to class okay? And during lunch, you can sit with Harry and Ron. Then when we go to Hogsmeade, I'll ask Harry and Ron to come along, okay? Is that okay?" Blaise asked. She nodded.

"Okay, come on." Pansy stopped him and retied one of the ribbons in her curly head.


They walked calmly outside; the sun beaming. But Hermione wouldn't look at the light of day; she just considered laying in Blaise's arms buring herself within the depths of his robes. They had Care of Magical Creatures with the Gryffindors, and Harry and Ron ran over as soon as they saw her foul mood.

"What's up with Hermione, Zabini?" Harry asked. He could hear Hermione say through muffled fabric, "His name is Blaise."

"She got into it this morning with Draco and he yelled at her." She tipped her head at the mention of the one-sided row and up and glared at the sun.

"Hermione, are you okay?" Ron said to the little girl.

"Fine. As long as I don't ever have to look at Malfoy again." She sneered, which was very much out of her normal character.

"She just called him, Malfoy!" Harry whispered to Pansy. She smiled.

"Well, he got her mad!" She hissed back.

"You know what? I think I really know why. Remember, she just corrected Pot-Harry for calling me Zabini. Because I hadn't done anything. She thinks that when someone calls someone else by surname, it's referring in a negative way. That's why she called him Malfoy." Blaise said.

As the class started, neither Blaise nor Pansy could spot the blonde Slytherin. The lesson was near the lake and they had a pretty good view of the castle from the spot.

"Well, let's start!" Hagrid said.

"Today, we'll be study'n dragons. We got a Norwegian Ridgeba'k here. She's pretty calm now, but anyone bother 'er she'll hurt ya." The dragon was a light tannish color with black triangular ridges down it's back. Its purple eyes were narrowed at the group and Hagrid was gently petting it.

"So, anyone want to come 'ere to help with a demo'strati'n?" Hagrid asked. No matter how ruined Hermione's mood had been that morning, she sprung up and skipped happily to the front. She looked up at the giant and Blaise snickered, hoping she wouldn't hurt her neck.

"Can I help, Professor Bushy?" The child was standing directly under the man and he looked down at her with beady black eyes.

"O' course, 'Ermione." He said, guiding the little girl over to the dragon. The class stood up and formed a circle around the dragon. It was eyeing Hermione as she walked over.

"It's a girl, 'Ermione. Would you like to name 'er?" Hagrid asked the girl. She nodded.

She tapped her feet. "Hopskotch!" She chirruped.

"Come here, Hopskotch!" She said, petting the dragon's rough scales.

"'Ermione, the demo'strati'n is flying." He said, lifting the girl onto the dragon. The dragon fluttered it's wings around Hermione before hurtling into the sky.

The dragon circled the lake. Hopskotch deemed it an excellent idea to drop the little curly headed girl above the lake. Hermione was laughing as she fell. The Gryffindors ran over to the lake, along with Blaise and Pansy. A Gryffindor or at least Pansy thought, was standing as close to the lake as possible.

She drew the wand she had nicked from Blaise while being dragged around in his robes and yelled.

'Fetricio Repellious!' The spell didn't come into effect until Hermione was near the lake and stopped right above the water, ripples waking through it. She skipped across the water and got safely on land, hugged by someone in the front. Pansy and Blaise moved up to see that it was Draco.


"I was worried about you." He said to the girl as she shoved away from him.

"Leave me alone! I don't need you to worry for me, Malfoy! I hate you!" She yelled, tears in her normally cinnamon eyes, which were now a dark shade of brown.

"I really hate you!" She lowered her voice. "I hate you, Malfoy." And she ran full force into Pansy, tears running down her face again.

"Take me away from here, Pansy. Please. Please! I don't ever want to come back here again!" Pansy gave the Professor a look, which he nodded in approval, before starting off to the castle with Blaise. Draco followed as Hermione watched. Harry and Ron were next to him.

"Keep him away from me!" She hissed at Harry dangerously.

"Keep that bloody boy away from me!" She screamed as she flailed her arms and legs. Blaise tried to calm her down and shot the blonde a look. She was crying hysterically now into Blaise's robes making a giant wet spot.

"Please, Draco. Just leave her be for a while. Just let her recover." Pansy said. Hermion looked at the girl in horror.

"Never! I'm never talking to him again! I hate Malfoy, I hate him! Don't touch me, just don't touch me!" She yelled at him as he tried to console the girl. He suddenly felt a cold draft run over him.

"Fine! Granger, fine. Don't talk to me ever again. Hate me. I don't give a fuck. I'll stay away, but I won't ever come back." He said calmly, stalking off ahead of them.

"Good! I never want to see you again!"

She continued crying on Blaise, the dark haired wizard rubbing her back softly. Her last pleading words were "Don't take me back to my room. I don't want to go." before she fell asleep.


Well? That was exhausting. And Barragio means to barrage or to break down. Fetricio Repellious means to repel the force. And don't worry, they are definetely gonna patch up. And a suprise next chapter! Read adn Review please!

Krysta