It might became abusive and have sex scenes as at this point, I'm not even sure how the story will go. So if these kinds of things are not your cup of tea, you might as well back out.
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Chapter 2: The Aftermath
Harry and Hermione had managed to save Sirius and Buckbeak with Hermione's time-turner. The Trio was still in the Hospital Wing under Madame Pomfrey's vigilance. Ron and Harry were playing a game of Exploding Sap and Hermione was reading the Daily Prophet which a school owl had just delivered. Harry finally gave up bored. Ron leaned back on his pillow and winced as he slightly shifted. Hermione glanced towards him. "Padfoot did give his apologies before leaving" Harry said. Ron didn't reply. Instead he gazed outside the window, searching his head for a more amusing topic. "That was a really nice punch, 'Mione" Ron said looking towards her. "Yeah! Whenever I need to use a patronous again; I'll picture Malfoy's face." Harry said grinning. Hermione ignored them, hiding her face behind the newspaper, her forehead steadily getting redder.
She had felt good, why shouldn't she? He was the vilest person ever, well… actually next to his father and You-Know-Who. But, he WAS brought up that way. Hermione was surprised at her thoughts. Sympathizing with Malfoy! The world had to be coming to an end. Then again she DID feel a little sympathy for him. Hermione let her thoughts wander to that day. She had seen him. Got furious. Punched him. Yep, that was pretty much it. But every time she replayed that scene in her mind her thoughts would dart to Draco's eyes. They had looked hurt, even pleading…
"Hey, Hermione the train's gonna leave without us" Harry voice broke into her thoughts. She jumped up, gathering her things.
Draco was sitting alone in the Syltherin Common Room. His eyes stared into the fireplace, still unable to grip the fact that Granger had punched him and broken his nose. Draco's nose twitched, as if feeling defeated. His hand automatically found his nose and uselessly scratched the plaster. He had seen the look of satisfaction on her face. He was the boss of Slytherins, yet he loses to those scums. And Potter better watch out. That crackpot old fool will not be protecting him forever. The Dark Lord has different arrangements for precious Potter. Draco's pale lips curled into an evil smile. He heard the door open. "Drakie, it's time to go home" Pansy's shrieking voice felt like an abuse on his ears. Draco curled his fists tightly and took a deep breath." You go ahead, I'm coming." "Okie but hurry." Draco sighed in relief when he heard the door slam shut. Draco returned his gaze to the depths of the flames.
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