Well, well readers, it has been a long time has it not? I was reading my stories when I found some of this chapter done and decided, well I'm going to finish it and post it! Who know's maybe this will get me back on track to write some more. I guess it depends on comments and such.

Umm for the first time in this story, I believe, I have added some lemon, it just kind of fits in the back and if you don't like it you don't have to read it because it really isn't vital to the story. Anyway, I'm done rambling now. I hope you enjoy this!

Draco was confused by this feeling, it certainly was a conundrum as to why he was here. When he had awoken that day, he felt the need to see her. This didn't make sense to him, he Draco Malfoy in so far that he needed to see a girl? Ridiculous, his father would be so ashamed. Draco reached the door trying to come up with excuses for being there and finally deciding that it was because he wanted to make sure that Gatsby was being taken care of.

The hair on the back of his neck prickled when he realized that her front door was open, like someone had just run out. He was curious and was about to knock to see if she was there, when the alarms went off in his head. There was smoke billowing out of her kitchen.

He performed a spell much like the bubble head spell that was used in the tri-wizard tournament so the smoke wouldn't effect him. He ran into the house and followed the smoke to the kitchen, he saw the kitchen was covered in flames and just barely made out the small form of one Hermione Granger laying unconscious on the floor, while the flames teased at her body. He accio'd her wand from the corner of the room and quickly started using augumenti to start putting the fire out. It raged on and he knew it was magical.

Draco ran into the kitchen grabbed Hermione and pulled her out, "Hermione! Wake up love, please wake up!" He shouted at her as he put her down on the couch before running back to the kitchen and started performing banishing spells to stop the fire.

He grabbed Gatsby and went to Hermione, grabbing her arm, he apparated them to St. Mungo's where they automatically started to work on healing her burns, magic burns were the worst though, and the most likely to scar for life.

Draco waited and waited and waited, he felt as though days had gone by, he had called Harry and asked him to bring a pair of clothes for him and see if he couldn't get Hermione's kitchen remodeled before she left the hospital.

"Mr. Malfoy?" A healer moved toward him, Draco nodded. "We've done everything we could, all we can wait now is for time. She suffered third degree burns over the majority of her body. We managed to remove the scarring from areas, however parts of her shin and side are permanently damaged. Her lungs are also in bad shape because of the smoke inhalation. We think that other than the scarring though, she will make a full recovery." Draco just nodded and just as the healer left Harry Potter came running through the door.

"Malfoy? Is she okay? What's happening?" Harry shouted as he threw himself through the door, he saw Draco Malfoy sitting next to the bed, holding her hand and leaning his head against the bed.

Draco barely registered the voice before looking up at the dark haired man. "They think she will be...okay but they aren't sure and she won't necessarily recover from scarring, but other than that, it's looking pretty good." Harry let out a deep a breath.

"Thank god, what happened?"

"I don't know yet, I'm hoping when she wakes up, she'll be able to clear that up for us." Draco answered obviously distressed.

When Blaise got the letter from Draco that he and Harry Potter were in the burn ward of St. Mungo's waiting on the full recovery over Hermione Granger and that no one knew what could have caused the fire, he knew.

It may seem ridiculous that he would just know, but he did; in fact he asked Theo Nott, a long time friend and Auror for the Ministry to trace the magical fire. When just a few hours later the results came back as he assumed, he rushed over the St. Mungo's.

Draco and Harry stood up when they saw the dark skinned wizard walk through Hermione's door.

"Blaise, what's going on?" Draco asked on edge already.

Blaise sighed and motioned for them to sit. He took a long look at Hermione, her hair was pulled back and looked ashy from the fire. Her eyes has deep bags under them and her skin was pale. She looked nothing like the Hermione that he saw at work regularly and it frightened him to see such a strong which so injured.

"I know who hurt her."

Draco and Harry both started yelling at him "Who? Tell me I'll kill him." They didn't say it in exactly the same way but it was similar enough to make Blaise smile in such a horrible time. These two enemies actually had something in common; a petite, amazingly smart and beautiful witch.

"Remember that guy Ginny set her up with? A Peter Gayman?" Blaise questioned their knowledge of him.

Harry nodded right away, "Yeah, he was a weird guy, not very sane. He was convinced, apparently, after one date, that he and Mione were going to get married and she was going to quit her job to get pregnant."

Silver eyes looked at the dark haired boy in shock, how could anyone think that Hermione would quit her life to have kids? The brightest witch of their time and he thought she would sit at home all day?

"Bloody hell, he tried to kill her? Merlin, Ginny needs to pick some better men to set Hermione up with."

A growl was heard through the room. "Shut it Potter, I'm hoping, Weaselette won't have to set her up with anyone after our day, which clearly isn't happening because some psycho tried to kill her! Whom, I plan to kill with my bare hands." Harry chuckled lightly, had he known Draco Malfoy was this fiercely protective they may have been great friends.

"Now, now Malfoy. If you kill someone, I won't get my date." A weak, raspy voice replied. Brown, green, and molten silver eyes darted to the girl in the bed. Her eyes remained closed, but she had a slight smile on her face. "Thank you for saving my life Draco, and for finding him Blaise."

Blaise chuckled, "If Theo did his job right, the man should be on his way to Azkaban by now."

Her recovery period wasn't too long, with magical medicines and spells her body was healed well and Draco stayed with her the entire time.


The group of people in front of her stared as if she were crazy, they had no idea that she had gone through that, much less made it out alive and sane.

"Merlin, Hermione." Fred barely got out.

"Righto Freddie." George continued.

She felt safe, after she had gotten out of St. Mungo's it had taken awhile for her to feel safe again, and even then Draco had to stay with her most nights so she could sleep. However, now sitting in this room, in Draco's lap, with her friends and family around her she didn't feel the recurring fear of Peter Gayman anymore. She didn't feel as ashamed of herself.

"Stop it." Draco growled lowly but somehow everyone managed to hear. He pulled her deeper into his lap. "You weren't prepared for what he was planning, it doesn't matter that you are the claimed smartest witch of this century, or a war heroine, you didn't know what he was planning. You are not weak or a bad witch because of it." He always knew. She didn't know how, but he always knew what she was feeling when.

Ginny felt like crying. She didn't know this had happened, all she knew was that after Hermione went out with Peter, she refused to go out on anymore blind dates. At first she assumed her and Peter hit it off, but then as time drew on and Hermione didn't talk about him, Ginny didn't know what was going on.

"I am so sorry Mione, so sorry, I didn't know he was like that. I had no idea he would do that to you! I understand now why you hated being set up." The tears finally broke through and Ginny Weasley was crying to Hermione begging for forgiveness for her mistakes.

"It was already forgiven Ginny." Hermione said as she and Draco left for the night.

Hermione giggled as they reached their home, "catch me if you can," she whispered to him before running into their bedroom leaving a trail of clothing behind. He chuckled before following close behind.

They were laying in bed, Hermione's naked body on top of Draco's. Her light brown hair creating a curtain around them. Her lips innocently brushing his, teasing him, her body not really touching his, just out of reach. He couldn't take it anymore and pulled her mouth down to his.

A moan was heard through the room as he sucked on her lower lip until she opened her mouth to him. Allowing his tongue to plunge into her mouth, greedily taking in her taste. He flipped her over, taking back control, his hips thrusting into hers.

He trailed light butterfly kisses down her body, paying special attention to her nipples. He bit down on one, soothing it with his tongue, before he moved to the other sucking it into his mouth before giving it the same treatment. He continued a line down her body until her reached her bellybutton.

His tongue laved at it, relishing in the small circle just above where he wanted to be. Draco took a deep breath in as he continued down her body. He could smell her need for him. His mouth licking a line down her clit and into her lower lips, spreading as much of her taste as he could.

Draco groaned at her taste. "Do you know," he growled, "how much that story makes me want you? How much I need to reaffirm that you are mine?" She gasped out his name as he plunged his tongue into her, stroking every bit of her.

Hermione came undone at his touch, she needed him and she needed him now. "Draco, Draco, Draco, please, please, please."

"Please what baby?"

"I need you Draco." He could feel himself twitch at her breathy words. He loved when her voice got deep and needy.

"You already have me." Draco, chuckled as he pulled himself up her body. Her legs wrapped around his hips, pushing him closer to her. The tip of his large cock played with her slick entrance. Without warning he plunged into her. Hermione's hips jerked up taking him deeper. They started an undulating motion, bringing them both to the brink of please. They fell over the edge, Draco flipping over before he could land on Hermione, never pulling himself out of her. "I love you." He whispered. She kissed his chest, where her head lay. He was sure he heard her say, "And I you." But he couldn't be sure as he drifted off to sleep.