Disclaimer: Don't think I own this. I might own some of it but one can't be sure.

Ok that was kind of short. Then again, its 3:27, my skills may be a little off. So Malfoy cares a bit. Like I said this is my first one so it may not be the best thing ever. If you want to read a good first try, read the boy in the hammock by Galfoy. MY HERO! So now we get to see what happens when Malfoy brings her some food. Hmmmm, wonder if he could bring me some chicken…

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Chapter 3

Draco came back ten minutes after he found Hermione with a plate of chicken, potatoes, a glass of water, and a big slice of chocolate cake. She was wiping her eyes with her sleeve when she saw the food. Her stomach growled and Draco smiled.

He pulled a cloth out of his back pocket and dipped it in the water. He gave it to her and said "You may want to clean up."

He turned around while she scrubbed off the blood on her legs. "You really didn't have to do this." She barely whispered. She jumped at the sound of her voice, almost strained and hoarse.

Draco gave a small chuckle at her jump. "Well, it's not very Malfoy…ish, to leave a girl crying behind a statue. Even if you don't care for them much." He said as he sat down. He handed her the plate, taking pieces off of it as they sat.

He admired her for a bit. Her eyes were still puffy and red, but they caught the light just right, making them shine like a star. She caught him staring at her and asked "What?" She thought she had something on her face and started to wipe at it.

He gave a small chuckle and she looked at him strangely.

"There isn't anything on your face. I was just wondering why you're crying behind a statue in the Slytherin Commons."

She looked away from his gaze, tears starting to build up. "I don't want to talk about it." She whispered.

"Oh come on. What-"

"Stop it!" she yelled.

Draco stared at her with wide eyes, surprised at her hostility. I know that we don't get along, but she looks ready to throw an Avada at me. He thought. But there is something wrong here.

"Don't bite my head off Granger." He said.

Off in the distance, a clock struck one. "It has gotten way too late." She whispered. She stood up, only to have her legs come out from under her. Draco saw her legs shake, jumping up to grab her as she fell. She looked up at him with thanks.

"Well, whatever you did, it had some after affects." He picked her up like they were married and hugged her to his chest. He pictured the portrait that lead to the Gryffindor commonroom. He took a step and dissapeared from behind the statue.

Hermione and Draco appeared in front of the Fat Lady. "Passwo- Hermione! What are you doing here with him?" She asked surprised.

"I'm right here you silly-"

"Draco. I'm fine from here." She said. "Mimbulus Mimbletonia." The door swung open slowly. "Thank you Malfoy."

"For what? If you had been in the Gryffindor commons Potter or Weaslbee would have helped."

"Yeah, but you were the one who found me. I'm glad it was someone I knew sort-of well, even if we don't get along."

She turned around and walked through the doorway. "Granger." She turned back aroung to look at him. "Sorry for calling you a mud-blood. You are better than that."

She smiled a thank you and shut the portrait, leaving Draco alone to his thoughts.