TWarning: I do not nor ever will own Draco Malfoy or any other characters in this so acquired fiction. I know some people will complain that I stole their idea well I wanted to write this so buzz off :]

Plot: What investable meaning is this when Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy get caught in the crossfire of two angry wizards that are blowing of some steam that are no other than Ron Weasley and Harry Potter. What will happen on this wild adventure they now call their lives.

Author's note: I am so sorry for not updating because of stupid SOL's(VA testing) and have been neglecting both of my ongoing fictions (This one and Crying Does Help Sometimes)…. I AM TERRIBLILY SORRY!

This story is the kind that will unfold itself, so just wait for it alright because some people jump forward trying to analyze every bit of it and I can assure you that your analysis is most likely wrong!

RaisingTheCrescendo Presents Durable to you…..

Chapter 2

Stick with me

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Hermione's P.O.V

Biting back a forcefully yawn, I stretched only to find myself in Hogwarts infirmary with no idea why….

It hit me like a sack of bricks, falling hard smashing my skull into a million pieces. Draco had… When I had I started calling Malfoy, Draco….? I was so confused the spells, the way he acted, and the way I reacted to him.

Groaning, I felt like a whirlwind had just picked up all my general knowledge and literally chucked it out the damn window.

Forcing myself to try to sit up, my muscles tensed and cramped from misusage I guess. I pushing myself up from the many stacked pillows holding me, I supported myself by the two metal bars on the sides of my bed.

I was bewildered why my bed was the only one with these metal bars that I had only seen in a child's room or in a mental hospital.

I really didn't think I was that far gone.

I heard the clicks of someone who so happened to be Madam Pomfrey entering the infirmary with haste looking very distraught. She carried a small vial of some kinda of potion in her right hand.

Since the first moment I woke, I looked around the room while she bustled around the cabinets looking intently for something. I was even more surprised not to find Harry or Ron here.

The memories of us fighting surfaced once again, and I sighed.

Right then something in my body forced me to look to my left side to find an exact replica of my bed with a restless looking Malfoy in it.

His eyes cracked open when he felt my chocolate pools (a/n her eyes) wandering over him, that bewilder me that he was able to do this. I guess Slytherin have a way of knowing these sneaky traits like the back of their heads.

I swallowed as he slowly sat up when Madam Pomfrey rushed out of the room instead of giving us one of her infamous rants about our health.

We just sat there staring at each other, neither having any idea of what to say or how to explain anything about this situation period.

Until we heard whispers coming outside from the hall, I strained to hear what they were saying because of the sheer lack of anything to do.

I didn't see who they were but I definitely heard what they were saying and I was pretty sure they were male….

Did you hear?…

No what…

Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy got caught in the crossfire of Harry Potter and Ron Weasley's fight. They both got hit with a spell.

I heard the spell couldn't be reversed….

I almost stopped listening right there but my conscious urged me to continue eavesdropping on the two males.

I heard that Draco wouldn't let anyone near Hermione or he would hiss and growl at them. They eventually had to tie both of them to their beds so they wouldn't get near each other and have sex or something….

When I got out of this fucking bed I was gonna knock some since into those boys and I mean literally knock some sense in them with a damn metal pole!

The other guy gasped and laughed at this. I was about to get up to tear his head to pieces when I metal chain clanked on the side of my wrist making it impossible to get up.

I cried out after I tugged another time harder and received a stinging sensation up my whole arm.

Why don't we see for ourselves how they really are and tell everyone hehe…..

It will be hilarious right? I mean the know-it-all-Gryffindor and Slytherin Prince, who would have guess that they were dating or something..

Yeah! It would!

The duo crept quietly toward our chambers as I and Draco looked at each other wondering what we could do to stop this.

I found myself studying Draco and I watched as the two boys drew closer, Draco's muscles grew tenser by the second and a rumbling starting emanating from his chest when they were outside the curtain

I draped my arm over the edge of my bed reaching out for Draco avoiding stretching my chain once again that way I wouldn't receive the stinging sensation.

When he turned to look at me, my face dropped in shock letting the wonder in my eyes shine through in streams of emotion. He quickly turned away, I guess in shame?...

Why? I wonder why he would turn away he looked so beautiful with the new tattoo on his face. Its black intricate swirls almost were viewed like tiny swirl with curls on the end resting from the right side of his forehead coming to a stop past the top of his high precise cheekbone.

I reached out to him trying to see his face again, but not thinking about the creeping duo outside the curtain, or at least I thought they were outside of it.

I went too far, the small stinging I had felt before had nothing in compare to the burning pain I was feeling now.

But it wasn't coming from the right arm like I thought it was… My screams echoed over and over again in the thick infirmary walls as I cried out for them to stop.

The boys that had crept in were a Ravenclaw and a Hufflepuff I didn't know and I think that thought it was amusing to see my scream out in pain…. I didn't understand why they were laughing until I saw Draco's face.

I knew they didn't see it because if they did their blood would run cold…. I couldn't breathe… His eyes were becoming violet while he shook with rage… I heard and I am pretty sure they heard the large screeching noise as the chain started to break.

While one boy was intelligent enough to back away or more like run away, but clearly the other was not who started to shake my chain harder causing tears to come to my eyes and creep down my face

I was distracted momentarily by the relaxing twinge of power I guess…. that was pulsing from my wrist steadily as Draco started cracking my chain.

I turned over my wrist only to find a smaller insignia of Draco's larger that was on his face.

I now knew that this was no regular tattoo.

"When is anything normal anyway …"

The same cracking sound emanated from my right chain just as Draco moved to the side the boy was still "jerking my chain" (A/n personal joke and tell me if you got it :]) without any mercy. I cried out once more and started to full out weep because blood gingerly rolled down my finger in small streams leaving drying trails behind them.

I was barely aware of my surroundings once more feeling weak and disorientated than before, and saw Draco's head jerk around to let a menacing hiss leave his lips warning the boy.

The boy seemed to finally realize the predicament he was in and shot out of the door like a bullet from a sniper's gun.

I whimpered as my head ached from all the pain I was feeling right now and my breathing was become louder and more erratic.

I felt Draco break the other chain quickly and snatched me up in his well toned arms, sprinting with me bridle style down the hallway receiving strange looks from a group of first year. Luckily classes had started and the halls were mainly empty of any ones presence.

My eyelashes flutter closed as the faint beating of his heart created a rhythm to calm my body of its high like state. Taking large steps I felt him pause in step and open a door with a small creak.

I was then dropped down on silky bed sheets(I'm guessing here)… Warm arms in circled my frame with the upmost gentleness and smooth wet object caressed my wound.

I realized that this was his tongue and a small purr coming from the bottom of his throat..

I gave up to the darkness this time willingly knowing that I would be safe…and worry about what happened tomorrow

I was literally drained…

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