A/N: This is a remake of a fanfic I read two years after Harry Potter came out. IT is called Damaged the author is unknown. I am going to do the best I can and recall it form mammary. So some of it will be my ideas, but I hope I get most of it right. It was the best fanfic of DM/HG I have ever read and I believe everyone should read it. Scenes I don't know where it is on the web I am going for the next best thing.

Catch Me I am Falling

February 21, 1:00am

Hermione sat on the edge of the bed Draco now laid in. When he had passed out she had asked Harry if they could move him to a bed room. She wanted to beadle to get to his wound easier. With him being in the chair it would have been vary hard. Once he was on the bed she and Ginny have removed his shirt and shoes. Ginny removed his shoes of chose.

Hermione had spent the next two hours trying to see what the damage was and just how she could help him. There was no known record of anyone serving the killing courser. It wasn't going to be easy for her to take care of his injury. She had treated it like a burn, but that hadn't helped it. Her mind was racings with what if's how can I's. She just couldn't think start. She decided that crying just a little wouldn't hurt.

Harry and the others had started a plan on how to make it look like Draco was down town when he was really at Harry's house. They'd setup spells to make the house safe, just incase someone tried to make a house call like the person in Draco's house. And of course they were trying to find where Draco had put the spell book holding the key to all this madness. That had left Hermione alone with him; she was the only one with the knowledge to help even though that fact had been proven worthless so far.

She let a foe tears spill form her eyes trying to hold back enough not to wake him. She turned to look at his uncouthness form when he moaned. She whipped away some tears to touched his injury softly only to pull back in shock. When her hand made contacted with his wound it had… Gotten smaller?

"How can that be?" She watched it to see if there was any change. But nothing more happened. Her mind pulled itself together quickly, trying to put the piece together. 'If the killing courser is up of hate then… The only way to fight hate is with love and care?' It clicked in her mind, she know how to heal the wound. With her tears! This filled her with so much just she found she had a new problem. She couldn't cry!

Draco stared trying to sit up in bed he grumbled at her. Hermione helped him sit up all the way, not sure what to say to him. He looked grumpier then a hungry new born baby.

His eyes where only half open and his words were not clear. She had no idea what he was saying other then what sound like 'Get my shoes.'

"Draco you're not going anywhere. Just relax we got it all under contour. The only thing you need to do is relax and tell me where that spell book is." She said as she tried to smooth him with a gentle kiss on the cheek. He didn't seem convinced as he asked for his shoes again. Hermione tried to run her noise softly over his neck and cheek. To claim him some more, but he wouldn't give in to your loving actions.

"Give me my shoe's already." He heaved at her. With a sigh she gave into him. She brought him his shoes placing them frame-ly in his hands. He looked around the room. "My wand too" She retrieved his wand without a word. When he had his mind set on something no one would stand in his way not even the women who loved him. Of course he didn't know she loved him.

Draco put down one of his shoes. He then turned the other one over to look at the soul of the shoe. Taking his wand he tapped the bottom five times. It pop open like it had unseen hinges reliving a small book hidden inside. Hermione smiled at how ingénues he was. No one would have even thought of looking there. Not even in the wizarding word.

"That's pretty clever of you." She said to him softly. He smirked at her.

"I know." This made her laugh, without thinking she leaned into him kissing him softly on the lips. He pulled her closer to him deepening the kiss at first, but soon he pushed her away. Hermione didn't dare look up at him for she fared he would see the love in her eyes. Her eyes made there way to his wound only to find it had again gotten smaller.

"I don't believe it!" She cried out, starting Draco so much he fell off the bed. "It's almost gone. The wound is almost entirely gone!" He blinked up at her before taking a look at his wound.

"What did you do to make it heal so fast?" He asked her confused. Hermione didn't want to tell him the fake love was the answer. So she got down on the floor with him taking a deep breath she kissed him again. When she pulled back she looked down at the wound.

"That what I did, nothing else worked." She touched his soft bare skin. "It's gone Draco; there isn't even a trace of it."

A/Q: Would a book adout saving the grimrepper be something you want to read?