A Gift Fic for the darling TheCrownprincess l for her hard work in Ravenclaw, round seven!

Hermione is almost hit by a car. Almost.

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Arnold Harrington is a pathetic, idiotic arsehole, who deserves nothing less than a hearty punch to the groins. My boss, Mr Harrington, is a sexist. Leering at everyone in the office, looking for his next piece of ass.

God, he makes me feel so damn sick.

I step out of the office building, fury raging through my veins, burning up in the hot, sunlit air. A sudden gust of wind is a welcome distraction. The road is hardly populated. It's Christmas Day, so who the hell else is working in the city? No one, I tell you. Absolutely fucking no –

A screech of wheels, churning of pavement under car, a shout.

"Get out of the road!"

Someone attacks me from sideways on, their body slamming into my own and dragging me from the danger of the crossing. Seconds later, a car is racing down the main street, where I had been not a moment before. Pain fractures down my limbs. Hot blood trickles from a gash in my forehead. My hands are grazed. And, yet… My mind is completely blank.

"Were you trying to get hit by a car?" he asks, hands either side of my face, his blonde hair falling in front of his eyes. Damn, he's pretty. "I mean, seriously. No sense of self-preservation?"

I just about manage a quietly spoken, "thank you", before trying to sit up. But he appears to be lying across me. Grey eyes staring back into mine, intense, concerned, apologetic. "You saved my life," I say, ever the only-one-stating-the-fucking-obvious.

"You're welcome," he grins. "Happy Christmas."

He takes my hand then and pulls me up with him.

"I'm Draco. Draco Malfoy."

"Hermione Granger," I murmur, a little star-struck. "Pleasure to meet you Draco, and you know to have my life saved by you." I laugh nervously, but he doesn't look weirded out. He smiles right back at me.

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