Title: Helping Her
Genre: Humor/Romance
Category: Full Story
Summary: No one ever thought Draco Malfoy would show compassion. But him being the 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: As everyone should know, it is now October in this ficcie, the middle of October, and Draco has yet to know of miniature Hermione's role in his life. Hermione gets a little in character and sounds like her older self for a while, or to me.
Two new things I have added to the fiction. A pensieve and a crystal ball. The pensieve is for the story, and since a pensieve recalls memories, it will be a flashback to the last chapter. The crystal ball of the story will show what is to come in the next chapter. The pensieve is in the beginning, almost like a 'Last Time, on Helping Her...' and the crystal ball is like 'On the next episode...'
Well, let's continue on...
Helping Her's Pensieve:
"Hermione, what's wrong?" Blaise asked, noticing that Hermione hadn't moved. Pansy turned around also.
"I c-can't." She said.
"What, you can't what, Hermione? You're not making sense!" Pansy exclaimed.
"Friends--Draco--hate--amnesia--you--Blaise--" Tears spilled from Hermione's eyes.
"Hermione, say this in a sentence!" Blaise said, shaking her by her shoulders.
This one sentence hurt Hermione the most.
"I can't be friends with you two anymore." And she broke from his grip, turned around, and ran towards the Great Hall, where she was sure Harry, Ron, and Ginny were. They weren't great friends with Draco.
'The perfect place. Maybe Ron could even help me...hate him.' Hermione thought bitterly.
And a huge quick thankie to Sabrina ((DarkReader)) my beautiful beta and friend. Thankies for checking my story! Love ya babe!
Enjoy! Krysta
Chapter 9: Time With Her House and I Need Her
Hermione ran over to the Gryffindor Table and collapsed to her knees. Ginny, Harry, and Ron were instantly by her side.
"Hermione, what's wrong?" Ron asked softly, being delicate of the girl's feelings.
"Nothing. Everything is the way it's supposed to be. I hate Draco, so I have to hate Blaise and Pansy too..." Hermione said, resting her head on Ron's shoulder. He picked her up and sat her next to him at the table, filling her plate up with food.
Hermione ate her food delicately, careful not to glance over at the Slytherin Table, where a distraught Blaise, a confused Draco, and a crying Pansy sat. Looking into her peas and carrots, she saw a piece of corn. She smiled.
'Draco would probably be her piece of corn to the Gryffindor Table.' Hermione thought.
'Maybe, if this whole mess blows over, I can get him to sit at the Gryffindor Table.' She smiled and hadn't stopped smiling since that moment.
Returning to the Common Room, she, Harry, Ginny, and Ron played Exploding Snap. Ron set down a card, as one of the cards in his hand exploded and lit the tip of his already fiery hair on fire.
Hermione reached over and put it out with a laugh and turned to her own cards, in her charred hands. She smiled. She hadn't been in the Gryffindor Common Room for this long, not to mention having this much fun, since the incident she had last with Draco, and Snape had to watch her. She smiled, looking at the chair.
Hermione slept in the sixth year dorms with Ginny, in an empty bed that was in between Ginny and her friend, Madison. She had a peaceful sleep, dreaming of something she never thought would have any significance.
She was in the dungeons. The dank smell bothered her nose, as she could imagine the smell even from her dream. She saw a head poke out of the dungeons and Draco walked out. She saw herself, older than her current self, around Draco's age.
They embraced, but Draco's eyes widened when a hand protruded from his back, blood covered. He gasped for air, as she retracted her hand.
'I should've---never trusted you again---' He said, on his knees. She stood above him, licking her bloody fingers.
'The taste of your blood is so---sweet, Malfoy. And so are you. I never thought you'd trust me--a Mudblood and Gryffindor no less.' In her sleep, Hermione winced and gave an involuntary shudder as she heard herself say that horrid word.
'I'll make you beg for mercy, Malfoy. I'll make you scream and writhe and yell like you never knew anyone could. I'll make you sorry.' She said, turning and walking down the hall, licking her fingertips.
'Stop this--Hermione.' He said. She turned around and laughed. Her laughter was bouncing off the bare, stone walls.
Hermione was shaking with laughter, her laughter piercing through her heart, as if she was supposed to be laughing at Draco's hurt body.
Suddenly, Hermione realized that she wasn't shaking; someone was shaking her. With almost a deathly jolt, Hermione's eyes opened, Ginny and Madison jumped back quickly, and she sat up gingerly.
"Hermione, are you alright?" Ginny asked the girl, when she burst into tears.
"I hurt him!" She yelled, recoiling away from Ginny.
"Leave me alone! I might kill you too!" She yelled, running quickly down the dormitory steps. Harry, who had heard Hermione even at two a.m., had gotten up to see what was wrong. She ran full blast into Harry, who fell over.
Hermione looked terrified. Her curly hair was frazzled and her small chocolate eyes were looking around frantically.
"Hermione?" It was then, Hermione realized, that she had been on top of Harry, and jumped up, running from the Common Room.
"Hermione!" He yelled, as Ginny and Madison came down the stairs. Harry, Ginny, and Madison set out for a walk around the school to find Hermione.
"Let's split up and meet here in ten minutes. Hopefully by then, we would have found her." Madison said, and they split up; Harry to the dungeons, Madison to the Great Hall, and Ginny towards Dumbledore's office.
Ginny was turning the corner to get to Dumbledore's office, when she crashed and fell.
"Oww…" She heard someone mutter.
"Lumos," She said and held her bright wand tip up to the face of an annoyed Blaise Zabini.
"What the hell are you doing up, Blaise?" She asked, standing up and brushing herself off.
"Walking," He scowled at her.
"Don't give me that! Have you seen Hermione?"
"You lost Hermione?" Blaise practically shrieked.
"No! She ran out on us! Why would we be up with her anyway?"
"And what's up with you and her? She came in the Common Room saying something about ' I hate Draco, so I have to hate Blaise and Pansy too.' What the hell was that about?"
Blaise gave a sigh, and dropped his head. It was then he noticed just was Ginny was wearing; A silk champagne almost see-through nightgown in bare feet and a matching silk robe. He tried not to look, but it looked great on her. And he just had to go insult her. Damn…
"Exactly what she said, Weaselette." Blaise said, pushing past Ginny, to attempt to storm down the corridor. But Ginny caught his wrist and turned him towards her. For a split second, she saw tears and fear in his indigo eyes, but they turned into a glare.
"Can I get back to the dungeons, Weasley? Or is there something you'd like to say?" Ginny slapped him. He looked shocked at first, but then he opened his mouth in anger.
She cut him off. "Look. Why the sudden change of attitude? Because Hermione hates you now? She hated you three months ago! You've only been around her for a month, so what in the bloody shit makes you able to care about her now?"
He grabbed her roughly by the shoulders, his eyes holding guilt and anger, sadness swimming around nervously in his stomach.
"You don't understand, do you Weasley? You don't understand how it feels to have someone look up to you, admire you, and care about where you are at all times? Then have them ripped harshly from underneath you and never be seen again!"
"Whether you see it or not, I care about her! That's why I'm worried, alright!" He stormed off towards the dungeons.
Hermione knew she shouldn't be here. She was afraid of the dungeons, the smell, the people.
'I can't kill anyone. I won't. I don't want to hurt Draco, I want him to be okay. I guess I'll have to stay away from him for now...'
She squealed when something crossed her path, and bumped right into a knight, making it topple over her, knocking herself unconscious.
Blaise was upset, not angry. He was upset that Ginny had assumed that he wasn't able to care about Hermione, and he was upset that Hermione would no longer accept that he cared about her. He blinked the tears away.
'Tears? Why am I crying?' Before he knew it, Blaise was on his knees in the hallway. The tears he had blinked away had came back, full force.
'I can't cry...I'm a Slytherin...' Blaise's vision lingered on a knocked over knight in the hallway. He moved towards it and stood it back upright, noticing something or someone underneath it. It was Hermione. She was pale and her caramel curls were plastered to the side of her sweat drenched face.
Blaise took off towards the Hospital Wing, not caring if he was caught. Filch had caught him, but Blaise ran stark past him. ("Outta my way, stubborn squib!") Filch was shocked, but Blaise kept running, until he was in the familiar position on his knees in front of the Hospital Wing.
"Oh dear! Mister Zabini, how many times are you going to be in the infirmary today?" Madam Pomfrey scolded as she helped Blaise into the Wing and he set Hermione down on a bed.
"What happened?"
"I was coming back from Dumbledore's office to the Common Room when I found her unconscious underneath a knight in the hallway. Maybe she ran into it." Blaise said, watching the nurse fuss over her and finally, give her a Painless Potion.
"Is she going to be okay?" Blaise asked.
"Zabini?" A voice said. It was Draco. Blaise stood up and walked over to his bed.
"Draco, mate, are you all right?" Draco smirked.
"So it was a dream." Draco said aloud.
"What was a dream?"
"I dreamt that the mudblood was up here with you and Pansy and she was five and..." Blaise stopped him.
"Draco, that was no dream." Blaise said angrily.
"So then what in the bloody hell is going on? And what makes you think I have to apologize to her?" Draco demanded. Blaise gave a sigh.
"Nothing, I'm not myself today, Draco. Don't mind me. I'll see you tomorrow, before breakfast." And Blaise left the Hospital Wing. He ran into Harry before he made it to the dungeons.
"God! Weasley, now Potter! What the hell do you want, Potter?" Blaise lashed out.
"Zabini! We're looking for Hermione. You see 'er?"
"No." And Blaise left Harry standing confused.
Blaise continued and came before the portrait of Salazar Slytherin.
"Fuck you." He said, entering the Common Room. He decided to camp it out on the couch. Taking a silk Slytherin blanket, he brought it over his head and fell asleep, his thoughts filled with the angel he was so attached to, unaware of the tears on his face.
Harry, Madison, and Ginny all came back empty handed.
"You know what? If we had a map of Hermione's favorite places, or we at least knew…"
"Ginny! You're brilliant!" Harry said, hugging the Weasley girl.
"Harry, I know I'm brilliant, but what did I do?" She was following Harry and Madison, who Harry had grabbed in excitement and ran towards the Common Room.
Entering the room, Harry let go of Madison and ran up the stairs.
Ginny and Madison were trying to guess Harry's idea. When he came back he had the Marauder's Map in his hands.
Ginny smacked a hand to her forehead.
"How could I forget?" Harry said, opening it up.
"She's in the Hospital Wing!" Ginny said, pointing to Hermione's banner. Madison, decided that she needed sleep, left.
Arriving at the Hospital Wing, they saw Hermione sleeping.
"Madam Pomfrey, how did she get here?" Harry asked the elderly witch.
"Why, didn't he tell you? Young Mister Zabini found her and dropped her off." Harry's hands were tight.
"Thanks. Gin, let's go."
Harry didn't have a good sleep that night. He was worried about why Zabini had lied to him.
Early that morning, Harry had gone to see Hermione.
"Harry." Hermione said, sitting up in the bed.
"Hermione, what's going on? What's wrong?" At the mention of a problem, Hermione began to cry.
"I can't! I won't hurt him!" Hermione said.
"Hermione, are you okay?"
"Just leave me be, a while. Harry, just leave me alone." She pleaded. Harry nodded.
Out in the hall, Blaise was walking towards the Hospital Wing when he was shoved against the wall and met with hot green eyes.
"What the hell is your problem, Zabini?" Harry yelled, keeping Blaise against the wall by his collar.
"What do you mean, Potter?"
"You said you didn't know where Hermione was, and Madam Pomfrey said you brought her up there!"
"Look Potter…" Blaise drawled. "Is it now my job to mark down every place I take the little girl? I brought her to the Hospital Wing, it's not like I chucked her out the window or something. She's alive, Potter, so don't get your knickers in a twist. Now, I am off to see Draco." And Blaise freed himself from Harry's grip and walked towards the Wing.
Harry stormed into the Great Hall, and began filling his plate like he was launching a catapult.
"Harry, what's up?" Ron asked, when Harry practically shoved the bacon into his mouth like he was trying to choke himself.
"Zabini knew. I asked him where Hermione was last night, and he said he didn't know. Damn bastard."
"I told you, mate, they're all evil." Ron said, through a mouthful of sausage.
"I just wish Hermione didn't need them so damn much." Harry said.
What he said was partly true. Hermione did need them. But, Blaise's teary face at night, and calm but nerve wrecked demeanor during the day proved something else; that they needed Hermione too and probably more than she needed them.
Krysta's Notes: I seriously apologize, for making Blaise a jerk. I really do. And apologize for making Harry hate him. But next chapter has some BlaiseGinny in it.
Helping Her's Crystal Ball:
"Well-- I was wondering-- you know-- if you don't have anyone to go with-- I mean-- I have a costume and-- if you really want to--"
"Weasley? Are you asking me to the Halloween Ball?"
"Maybe..." Ginny blushed red.
"I think it's sweet. And maybe I'll go with you." Blaise said softly. He leaned over and kissed Ginny softly on the lips. Ginny's eyes were wide with surprise as she watched Blaise walk down the hall.
'That was wonderful! But he shouldn't have done that I might end up catching him in the halls and shagging him.' Ginny thought as she made her way to Charms. How she was going to pass this exam was beyond her, she'd probably end up writing Blaise's name all over the test, even where her name was supposed to go.
She got lucky, she got as far as 'Ginny' and then wrote 'Zabini'. She magically erased it before the Professor came over.
Read and Review please! My decision is that Hermione should be back to normal either a few days before Christmas or in the Spring. So, I don't know which one, what do you think?
