A/N: This is a remake of a fanfic I read two years after Harry Potter came out. It is called Damaged, Author still unknown. I have decided to keep doing this form my memory. I plan on doing two more chapters after where the author irregularly ends it. I just hope the irregular author doesn't mind my remake; I'm doing it to honor of her work. I only take credit for my idea's in this story witch is not that many. I fill in the blanks when I don't recall what happed, but that's all I am really doing. So if you love the idea Unknown author deserves the credit not I. If you love the way I wrote it, I know you'll love the way she wrote it too. I hope to put a link on my home page for all those that want to read the original work. But have no fear I am not stopping here.

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"Catch Me I am Falling"

January 12 (Draco pov)

Draco had made sure to keep the next 3 days open. The 12th was the day before the anniversary of Hermione's father death. The 13th was the day of and of cause the 14th was the day after. Hermione had been getting rougher with him as the day neared them. He had archly needed a bag of ice for his shoulder after his encounter with her last night. It still wasn't the roughest sex, but it was getting there. As the time to go draw near he felt an odd sensation. Opening his office door he leaned out.

"Talea I'm going to leave early today. If anyone owls send it to my house and if anyone stops in make an appointment for any time before 5pm after 5 you will not be able to reach me tomorrow or the next day." Talea looked up pushing her glasses up her noise.

"Alright Mr. Malfoy will there be anything else?" She said in a high picked nasally voice.

"No that will be all." He said then he went back into his offices. With a pop he was in his own bed room. "Better not wear anything with buttons." Draco removed his dress shirt, shoes and paints. He had a black tank top on and his black boxers. Looking around he found a pear of sweat paints and put them on. He let his long white blond hair down before looking at his reflection. With a quick shake of the head he removed his tank top. "That will work." With another pop he was in Jane's living room.

Hermione was on him as soon as she saw him, but something was different as she ran her nails down his body. He couldn't put his finger on it.

January 13

(Hermione POV)

Hermione was having trouble concentrating on the task at hand, which was sucking Draco off. She knew she wanted to be free of the awful feelings inside, but she was fighting two fusers. Over welling lust and over welling hurt. She couldn't help what she did next. She had tried to hold back the tears but the pain was winning. She pulled back form Draco looking down. She whipped the tears form her eyes.

(Draco POV)

Draco looked down to see tears coming form Hermione's eyes. He felt unenvied by the site of them. Sure he had seen her cry, but she was sleeping those times. This was different she was wake and there would be feeling involved! Draco did not do feelings no matter who was having them. Even as a child he had done everything he could to keep his mother happy to make sure she did not cry and he did not have to deal with feelings.

"I am sorry Draco, I just need ten minuets and then all be ok." She whispered, Draco made a silt sound and left the bed room.

(Hermione POV)

Hermione claimed up on the bed cored up into a ball and cried her eyes out. She wonted to be mad at Draco for being so emotionless, but that was just the way he was and it wasn't his fault she had killed her father.

Flash back

Hermione stormed up her driveway to her front door. Her father and she had been fighting about the same old thing. He wanted her to settle down; get married; have kids the whole nine yards. She just wanted her father to understand she wasn't ready to settle down; her career was what she wanted to focus on.

"Sweet heart you have your whole life to work at your career, but your only young ones. If you what to long you may never have kids and if you never do anything but read or work then you'll never meat a man to have kids with. Why can't you see that's what important?" He said as he followed her up the drive way.

"Why can't YOU just drop it? I don't want to find anyone right now and I am not ready to be a mother yet!" She yielded at him as she ripped open the door to her house.

"Hermione honey can we please just talk about this." He bagged her

"NO! NOW JUST LEAVE!" She screamed at him, looking very upset he sighed and looked away.

"Alright sweet heart I will see you tomorrow." He said as he claimed back into his car and drove away.

Flash back ends

That was the last time she would see her father, he was killed five blocks away. If she had just talked to him like he had wanted her to then he would be live and well today. She felt a hand on her arm gently pulling her to sit up. Draco thrust a cup of tea in her hands. She looked at him in confusion.

"It's mildly hot with two spoons of honey." He said; Hermione was stunted. He had remembered how she liked her tea?