A/N: Response for this story was rather good, though it seems to have died off a bit. However, I'm very thankful to those who reviewed my work. Thank You all and this is to you!

Disclaimer: Alright, it will be too optimistic for me to claim that I own the characters of this story, but it'll be too pessimistic to say I don't own the story. Hence, I shall be neither. I own what I do and I don't what I don't:D

Chapter 2

Hermione switched on the lights in her tiny apartment and carefully laid Draco on her bed. She still had no idea why she had brought him here. It was possibly dangerous, but perhaps it was her healer instinct at work-if there was any such thing, that was.

She set to work on his wounds with just the dancing candlelight for company. His wounds weren't too bad. He seemed to have a fractured arm and his leg was twisted in an odd angle. His beautiful face was a bloody mess, but other than that, all he had were minor injuries such as cuts and bruises.

She cleaned his wounds and dressed his injuries. She made him comfortable with her pillows and bedsheets.

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Draco awoke to the soft humming of a very familiar voice. His closed eyes fluttered lightly, but never opened. His ears twitched, drinking in every detail that could be heard of his surroundings. He felt weak, very weak as if all his energy had been drained out of him. He felt the warm and cozy sheets underneath him. They were pressed against his skin and Draco wondered where on earth his clothes had gone. He could not quite remember what had happened last night. Draco opened his eyes slowly to the sight of Hermione Granger tending to him.

"Granger?" he said slowly. His throat burnt. It just seared. Before he could get another word out, bile forced it way out of his mouth and he retched all over himself.

"Oh dear." Hermione muttered. She drew the sheets away from him. Draco cringed in embarrassment, abashed by his lack of clothing, albeit a voice at the back of his mind told him it was probably she who had undressed him to treat him. He relented though weary of her movements.

Hermione neither commented nor said anything as she cleaned him. At last she said, "Your clothes were all torn and dirty, so I disposed of them. I was about to go down to the shops to buy you something to wear, but you woke up before that."

Draco waited for her to ask the very question he dreaded she would. "Are you going to ask me?" he asked.

Hermione looked at him once before answering. "Duh! However, it would be thoughtless for me to do so now. You would be questioned later, of course!"

Draco nodded. What else could he do? This was his only residence and he had nowhere else to go, for he knew death eaters would be after him. All of a sudden, memories flooded back. He closed his eyes tightly as visions of the night before danced in front of his eyes. "Thank you, granger for the hospitality." He said as formally as he could despite his sore throat.

Hermione stared at him and there lasted an awkward moment between the two school time rivals. "I will not run away if that is what you are so worried about." Draco said as he caught Hermione staring at him.

Hermione nodded curtly before leaving.

A/N: I know this chapter did not have much in it, but I felt that the story would be rather weird if Hermione became all compassionate about Draco and Draco all understanding all of a sudden. So, what do you guys think? Please leave a review on your thoughts!