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A/N/: Okay, as you can see, this is just a repost of half the first chapter. I just decide to seperate the first chapter so you don't have to read 5000 words at once. A little too lenghty, I do think.

The songs 'Reckoner' by Radiohead.

In the last chapter:

"He instantly tries to think back to if
he had remembered to lock the door or not, but he gets his answer
when there is a click, the door opens, and Hermione follows.

"Malfoy, you prat, are you in
here? I've been calling you for -" her rampage stops
mid-sentence as she steps fully into the bathroom. Her eyes scan the
room, widening on each detail, until they settle as big as saucers on
Draco's form against the wall. Grey eyes lock on to amber, Hermione's
wide in varying degrees of confusion and then horror, as obvious
circumstances are deducted. Likewise, Draco's features fall into a
defensive glare, just daring her to question him and his odd
surroundings.

"Malfoy..." she starts
slowly, wary of the daggers Draco is sending her way. But as much as
he tries to look opposing, his demeanor comes off as something of a
frightened, cornered animal; ready to bolt at anytime. "What
exactly happened here...?"

It is pretty obvious by the shattered
mirror, the blood, and the rather distraught, cut up, teenager with a
piece of equally bloody glass in his hand to tell exactly what has
happened. He knows she isn't stupid, that much is obvious to anyone
in Hogwarts, so the only other option for her skirting around the
subject is that she is extremely wary and uncomfortable in this
situation. Draco has to smile at that. Wonderful, brave,
one-third-of-the-golden-trio Granger is afraid of a little blood.

"What are you doing?" she
asks when it becomes evident he isn't going to answer her first
question.

"What does it look like I'm
doing?" he says, and just to get a sickening rise out of her -
he's always loved getting her upset - he slowly drags the jagged
piece of glass across his arm once more, his eyes never leaving her
face, watching her reaction.

"Stop that!" she cries, the
horror and revulsion evident in her voice, as she watches a thick
line of red liquid bubble up from under the sharp edge.

"Why do you care? You hate me!"
he snaps and then feels immensely annoyed for sounding much to
bothered by the fact.

She must have noticed the tone in his
voice also, because she looks at him strangely then. "I don't
hate you."

"Oh sure," Draco scoffs,
rolling his eyes, "and I'm the Queen of England."

In that moment he suddenly feels like
laughing at the absurdity of it all. Here he is, lying in a pool of
his own blood and having a seemingly civil conversation with the
mudblood about how much she doesn't hate him.

But before he can let out a chuckle,
Hermione is talking again."I'm not joking, Malfoy. I don't hate
you."

He stops and looks at her, his
gray eyes boring into the back of her skull. "You... don't? "
he asks her slowly, narrowing his eyes at her almost suspiciously.

"No, of course I don't hate
you, " and then after a short awkward pause, "but I'd still
like to know what in Merlin's name is going on in here."

He motions around him with both arms.
"What do you think I'm doing? I'm having a fucking party!"

She seems to ignore him. "You're -
" she stops and looks away uncomfortably for a moment. "You're
not trying to kill yourself, are you?"

Kill himself? He has the unconscious
urge to laugh at her again. Does it look like he's trying to k... His
thoughts trail off uncomfortably. Is he? He looks around the room,
and then his eyes scan over all the cuts on his arms and chest. And
the slowly spreading pool of his own blood beneath him. How much more
would he have to loose until he slipped into unconsciousness, and
then death?

"Of course I'm not trying to kill
myself," he says faintly. It sounds weak, even to his own ears.

Hermione frowns at him worriedly and it
is the closet expression to concern he's ever seen directed his way.
"I think we need to get you to Madame Pomfrey."

"No!" he yells, and then
again because she looked offended - though he doesn't even want to
think about why he even cares, "Don't take me to Madame Pomfrey,
I'm fine. Really." At her unconvinced look he motions weakly
with one arm, "Here, just come help me up."

She bites her lip but only hesitates
briefly. There is a quiet awkwardness between them that is expected
as she moves forward and grabs his arm to heft him up. He winces
lightly as her hand closes around several cuts, but after a moment
she has him standing upright. Yet the minute that is accomplished,
Draco's masochistic activities from minutes earlier are brought
drastically into effect and he lightly wavers on his feet.

With a small squeak of terror, Hermione
grabs his torso to hold him upright. "It's alright, just a
little blood loss!" she says tightly, too high pitched, and it's
obvious that the statement was made in more of an effort to comfort
herself then the boy in her arms.

Draco, after regaining a semblance of
coherence and noticing his rather prone position leaning heavily
against none other then Hermione Granger, is in the mood to protest.
But Hermione will have none of it. After a brief scuffle, she has him
securely upright with an arm slung over her shoulders, and one of her
smaller ones curled carefully around his midsection - though his
expression is anything but happy.

“Come on,” she barely
whispers and tugs lightly, leading the way out of the bathroom and
into the common area. With a slow spreading awareness Hermione
becomes conscious of the fact that she is pressed rather closely -
and rather intimately - against one of her enemies. One of her
enemies who happens to be male. Male and currently shirtless.

Hermione Granger would never consider
herself a normal hormonal teenager, but as her eyes slide along his
pale torso, she is forced to realize a rather unsettling fact; he is
tall and sleekly muscular from years of playing seeker on the
Slytherin quidditch team and besides the metallic tinge of drying
blood, he smells of a fresh shower and aftershave, and something
more, something distinctly male.

Even more unsettling is that in that
moment, with a small jolt, Hermione suddenly realizes that it is
quite an appealing torso and a rather pleasant scent.
Abruptly, her cheeks redden at the thought and she chastises herself
internally, swiftly snapping her gaze away from his body to
concentrate on the path ahead of them. Yet, the color on her cheeks
refuses to fade.

As they walk, Hermione is aware of just
how much Malfoy is using her for support and the way his eyes flutter
tiredly. She bites her lip, concerned of how much blood he's lost; he
seems close to passing out. She forms a plan in her mind, glancing
briefly at the door to Malfoy's bedroom directly across from her own.
It too, like hers, is locked with a password which she doubts Mafloy
would let her know, even in his current state.

“Here, come this way,” she
says, and readjusts her arm on his waist, pulling him towards her own
room. He doesn't really seem to notice where they are going or,
thankfully, listen as she hurriedly whispers her password; Hogwarts
a History.

She drags them into the room, and drops
him down onto her large crimson bedspread. His eyes snap open with
the movement, and he blinks, finally bringing everything into focus.
The relatively small room is clean and tidy, decorated with her house
colors of red and gold. Nothing is very personal about it, except for
a framed picture of her parents on the nightstand.

Realizing where he is, Draco cringes,
“Yuck... so this is your room.”

“Mmmhm.” Hermione mumbles,
not listening or caring about the disgusted tone of voice. She's
digging under her bead for something, and with a small “aha!”
she straightens up and plunks a white plastic box marked “safety
kit” onto the bed by his feet.

At the strange look Draco sends her,
she smiles, which Draco finds slightly alarming, “You can never
be too safe with Harry and Ron.”

Hermione opens the box, and pulls out
some gauze bandages. Both Gryfindor and Slytherin are silent as a
look of concentration falls over Granger's face – one which
Draco recognizes quite well from when she's working in class –
and she directs her attention to the cuts marring his arms and chest.
As she reaches out to touch him Draco stiffens, yet when her fingers
touch his skin they are warm and gentle. He relaxes ever so slightly,
becoming mildly embarrassed with his reaction; what did he expect?
Burning Mudblood powers? It's just confusing, he decides, all
this....strangeness with Granger. Hermione, for her part, hasn't noticed his odd
behavior and continues to work in silence, broken only by Draco sighing tiredly.

"Well, you sure did a number on
yourself, " she says lightly, after several minutes, trying
unsuccessfully to break some of the tension in the room. Her tidy
fingers continue to work magic - literally and figuratively - over
his arms and chest. Draco shrugs his shoulders (causing Hermione to
make a small sound of annoyance when a bandage slips)

"I'll be able to heal them all
completely, " she tries again, as she lightly waves her wands
over his left arm, then moves to his chest, "And hopefully I'll
be able to remove any scarring."

He looks at her oddly out of the corner
of his eyes as she continues to chatter away about healing spells. It
isn't that he finds what she says boring, it's more that she's
carrying on a conversation as if they were...friends. She hasn't seem
to notice this fact yet; probably because she's falling into the
casual and comforting atmosphere of a familiar conversation.

"-and there was this particularly
nasty case that Madame Pomfrey showed me," she continues, "Oh,
you should have seen-..." she trails off, finally aware of his
eyes on her. "What?"

He shakes his head lightly. "Nothing."

Yet truly, Draco is confused. He
doesn't understand why she's being so nice to him. He doesn't
understand why, after years of torment, she would still go out of her
way to help him. And most of all, he doesn't understand how a
Mudblood can be so pretty. All these thoughts are giving him a
migraine and he sighs, closing his eyes. Within minutes, with the
blood loss making him tired and Hermione's gentle hands still working
over him, he's drifted into sleep.

“There, done!” Hermione
declares several moments later with a small sense of satisfaction and
looks up with a smile. It falters as she notices for the first time
that Draco has fallen asleep.

Slightly annoyed – a little
gratitude would have been nice- she stands up and only then does she
noticed all the blood. The red on his torso and the bedspread has
dried into a dark dirty brown. She looks down, realizing that her
sweater is also relatively soaked in dried blood.

She cringes a bit at the sight but a
mess is not much for a witch and with a quick 'scourgify' any
stains have disappeared. But the blood is the least of her problems,
she quickly realizes, because Draco Malfoy is currently occupying a
good half of her bed and seems to have no intention of moving. Or
waking up, for that matter.

She has a brief internal struggle,
weighing the pros and cons of leaving Malfoy in her bed. On one hand,
this is Malfoy; mean
spirited, Voldemort loving, icky little Slytherin weasel and what
would Harry and Ron think? “So what did you do
yesterday, Hermione? Oh, nothing, just had Malfoy in my room for a
sleepover.” Yes, that
would go over well.

Yet in
the end it is her sense of compassion that wins. Malfoy obviously
needs a good nights rest after all the blood he's lost and Hermione
can't bring herself to wake him. After all, it is now apparent that
there is much more to Draco Malfoy's inner psyche then she initially
thought.

Sighing
tiredly, Hermione moves towards the other side of the bed and sits on
the end lightly. She pulls her sweater over her head, leaving her in a tank-top. However, Hermione doesn't dare fully undress or wear pajamas –
what if Malfoy woke in the night and saw her?
Begrudgingly accepting her fate, she lays down on the bed and curls
up on her side, regarding Malfoy as he lay sleeping on his back.

His
bare chest is rising and falling in a steady rhythm and she can't
help but admire the shadow and definition in the muscles of his chest
and arms. It's not very often that Hermione Granger has the chance to
appreciate the male form up close, so she's alarmed by the primal
feelings it stirs within her, making her feel very female.

Slightly
overwhelmed, she rolls to her other side and stares blankly at her
dresser. Stupid Malfoy. Stupid Quidditch.

There's
a sound from behind her and she flips back over, scared that she's
woken him. She inhales sharply as she comes nose to nose with the
aforementioned young man. Thankfully, he's still sleeping, but
Hermione dare not move as his face is lying only inches from her. She
can feel his breath tickle across her cheek as he exhales and she
feels her own hitch in her throat. His face is so close she can make
out the silvery blond stubble barely making a shadow along his jaw.
Nor can she ignore the slight furrow in his brows, the stress he
carries in his face, even while he's sleeping. It is something she's
never noticed before.

Very
quietly, Hermione turns back to her other side and once again, stares
blankly at her dresser.

Hours later, in the moments before her
eyes drift shut and she too, succumbs to slumber, she has a wonderful
thought. Perhaps this is all a large misunderstanding; Malfoy is
still the huge git she's grown up with and he doesn't have any
strange self-mutilating behaviors that cover up layers of himself
that she never wanted to know about. She almost smiles stupidly at
the thought before Malfoy turns over in his sleep and jostles her
back into reality. How the hell has she gotten herself into such a
mess?

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