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Hermione wished upon a star...and got a demon in shining armour.
The WAFFy story that will confuse you to death.
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CHAPTER 1: Make sure it doesn't bite-----------------------------------------------------
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*Hermione*
The sky was a clear blue, mingling with a nice baby pink. Nothing out of the ordinary. No storms, or lightning. So why did I keep shivering today? Something was setting me on edge. Everytime a friend would go to clap my shoulder or hug me, I'd pull away. What was the matter with me?
I began walking home, cutting through the local park. Sure, there were vagrants and thieves that lived in there, but I was pretty sure they wouldn't hurt me. After all, for all I knew they could have been old classmates from primary school.
So I was clear through the park, but beginning to wrap my jacket a little closer to myself. Not that I was scared or anything...just it was a little cold.
Walking, walking. Through a bit of woodland. Greet the keep-houses, little cottages beside the path every 200 meters or so, with lanterns to help travellers at night. Say hi to Mrs Rollins, Mrs Demeter, Mr and Mrs Hamlick, who were relaxing in their garden.
And then I'm away from the warmth of those lights, you know, just a block away from my house, if that. So I'm walking even faster, I could have sworn I heard footsteps behind me, but perhaps that was my imagination. Finally, I'm just around the corner from my house. I round the corner with relief, and just as I turn to ascend the steps to my home something stops me so, I pause horrified with my hand over my mouth. I'm terrified, and all the old scary tales my older cousins used to tell me re-surface to claim my darkest fears.
There's a body sprawled in the flickering fluorescent streetlight.
There's blood.
I turn to run inside, to wake Mummy and Daddy, or even Katrina, the maid. Just to use the phone, wake someone up so I'm not alone out here with this...body. But I hesitate, that shock of platinum blond hair seems so familiar.
And then it stirs. I'm aware of something going on and on, like a constant noise.
Oh. It's me screaming.
Lights flicker on up the street like a bushfire left untended. But no one comes to help. I see their silhouettes in the windows, peering at me as I scream dementedly, crawling over to him on my hands and knees. Dazed by the sudden bright lights, I'm blinking, I'm useless. I'm aware of tears on my face as warm hands put a robe around me and usher me in from the cold, and somebody else brings him in behind me.
Now I'm safe. Now I can collapse.
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I raised my head groggily. What was the noise? Where am I? What are all these bright lights? Dare I open my eyes?
Of course. Don't be silly. I'm a Malfoy, there could be no situation left to terrify me. Gingerly, I force open one eye, then another.
Well, so far it's not too bad. There's a warm fire going in the heath. I'm on a comfortable, modern black leather couch. I can hear it creak and rustle as I move. There's a nice painting across from me. A Picasso re-print, I know, we have the original at home.
"M...Malfoy?" A timid voice stammers.
"His name is Malfoy?" A warm, motherly voice murmurs worriedly. I wish my mother sounded like that. Instead of always being so shrill and cold. I heard the first voice murmur something to the second.
"Draco? Draco, can you hear me?"
"My head hurts." I remark plaintively, squeezing my eyelids shut.
"Oh dear, sorry. Jacob, go get Mr Malfoy some painkillers. Hermione, could you please get some more blankets for me?" I could hear her smiling. I could hear her laughter in her voice. I could almost picture the face of the voice in my head. Wait a second. Did she just say Hermione?
My eyes flew open. Of course. What other girl would call me Malfoy? I twisted my head to the side. It was painful, but something I had to do. What I saw made me groan and shut my eyes immediately.
"Mudblood...curse you and your do-gooding nature. Why am I in your mudblood home?" She frowned, as if pained. She was quite pretty in muggle clothes, wearing a big baggy jumper and shorts, and fluffy slippers. Beside her sat a boy, no older than twelve. Silently he held out a glass that somebody behind me took, and on his other hand he held out two pills.
"Because I found you passed out in front of my 'mudblood home', Malfoy, and my stupid conscience wouldn't let me leave you for dead." She snapped back. Her skin was beginning to regain some colour, even if it was a tinge of anger that brushed her deathly pale skin.
"Why so pale Granger? Nothing smart to say?" I spat out. I was beginning to feel the pain subside, but the headache still throbbed vigorously.
"I take it you two know each other?" From what I could gather through my muzzy vision, the motherly voice belonged to a lady in her late thirties that was sitting at the foot of the couch I was lying on. I felt a glass at my lips, and a warm, soft hand supporting my head as I swallowed the pills. Muggle drugs. I'd have spat them out if I had a choice.
"Very distantly." I muttered, lying down again. The hand withdrew itself, but I could feel it resting near my head.
"And I take it you don't like each other. I'll also assume Mudblood is a derrogatory term. Well just wait a little longer Mr Malfoy, and the ambulance will come to get you soon." She sounded tired, but patient, as if she was used to being on the receiving end of rudeness everyday. I felt a little bad. It wasn't her fault I had passed out in front of her house. And she was kind enough to take me in. And it wasn't her fault Granger was such a...nerd.
As a guest, and with the Malfoy name to uphold, I felt ashamed of my behaviour.
"Please, Mrs Granger, forgive me. I guess I must just be a little tired." I reached up and squeezed her hand in apology.
"That's fine Mister..." She paused.
"May I call you Draco?" Hermione scowled.
"It just seems too formal to call you Mr Malfoy all the time."
"That would be perfectly fine with me, Mrs Granger." I replied somewhat humbly. I glanced at Granger, smirking. She bared her small, even teeth in a snarl, which surprised me. Then, she yawned.
"Oh dear, sorry darling, you must be tired. Why don't you go to bed? I'll make some cocoa for Draco, and wait up for the ambulance. We'll be fine."
Granger protested weakly. I could see she didn't trust me alone with her mother.
"What about Katrina? Couldn't she wait up here? And Josh?"
"She's at her aunt's. Josh is asleep. Go to bed Herm, I'll see you in the morning darling." As her mother kissed her forehead, I felt a surge of jealousy. But it washed away as the motherly hand began to stroke my hair. I was in heaven. Granger glared at me through slitted eyes.
"Go to bed Granger, I could hardly harm anyone in the condition I'm in. Not of course, that I would consider such an action towards such a gracious host..." I gave Mrs Granger my most charming smile. She blushed like a schoolgirl.
"Oh away with you! You need your rest, I'll go make some cocoa." She busied herself brushing her apron, and moved to the kitchen.
"Watch yourself, Malfoy." Hermione hissed.
"Good night to you too, Granger."
I never knew if Mrs Granger came back with cocoa for me or not. By the time Hermione had finished climbing the stairs I was asleep.