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My Angel	By : bronzbarista Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 7619 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hermione stood in the pouring rain staring straight ahead. She looked something akin to a drowned rat and seemed oblivious to the fact that the sky was almost pitch black with rain clouds and the rain was soaking her to the bone. Her body shivered with the cold and that shock of the sight in front of her. She stood staring at the destroyed building that had been her home for so long. Whole sides of the castle known as Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry were scattered over the lawn, and she could see into the gaping holes into the ruined building. She finally broke from her reverie and walked slowly towards the building and through the entryway that used to house two large solid oak doors, one of which was hanging by a hinge to the side; the other was in splinters to her right.

Her trainers squeaked and squished as she walked the once familiar halls, seeing places where she, Ron, and Harry had gotten into trouble, hidden, or had some other life altering moment. Then there were the places that were no longer there, such as the Gryffindor common room which was now a gaping hole that showed her the destruction below.

Tears streamed down her cheeks and the only way she could tell them from the drops of rain was by the warm trail they left in their wake. She stared at once was a beautiful lawn and mourned the loss of it. She mourned the loss of her home, the loss of her sense of comfort, then she began to mourn the loss of all those she had loved. Her body shuddered violently as she sank to the cold wet stones that made up the hallway floor and she sobbed, trying to get a grip on what was happening to her.

He stood at the edge of the hallway and watched her soaked form shudder on the wet floor and his heart broke with every sob. In this world of black and white, she stood out sharply against it in her blue jumper, muggle jeans, and white and black trainers. Her mahogany hair was plastered to her head and neck and he knew that if he looked at her face with would be splotchy and pale, her beautiful eyes bloodshot and puffy.

Draco watched until she stopped sobbing and seemed only to shiver. He walked over to her and knelt on the stones beside her exhausted body and turned her face to meet his. She gasped at the sight of him. Not because she was shocked to see him there, but because it had been so long since she had seen anything that was not black, white, or grey. His eyes were a dark grey and they swam with unasked questions. His mouth turned down slightly at the corners and his eyebrows furrowed gently expressing his concern. When she spoke her voice sounded so foreign to her ears.

“Malfoy, what’s going on?”

He looked at her and sighed regretfully, “I honestly don’t know Granger.”

Hermione closed her bloodshot eyes tiredly and lay on her side pressing her cheek to the cold stones of the floor, aching to feel them warm with the life of the school again.

“Everything is so mixed up…where did everyone go? Were they all killed in the war? Did Voldemort succeed? What about Harry, Ron, Ginny, Neville, the Weasleys…Mum…Dad…” With these questions she started to cry quietly again and

Draco rubbed the back of his neck. He was never good with crying girls.

“Granger…you’ve really got to get a hold of yourself.”

She bolted upright and stared at him, her honey brown eyes filled with a mixture of sorrow, confusion, and more prominently anger.

“GET A HOLD OF MYSELF?!” She scrambled to her feet nearly falling when her shoe slipped, but managing to right herself. “Get a hold of myself? Everything and everyone in my life that I have ever loved IS GONE! Not that you would know anything about losing anyone you loved because you are incapable of emotions running deeper than the ones that preserve your own arse and the ideals of your RIDICULOUS pureblood ideology!”

To say he was surprised at how quickly she’d gone from a sopping wet sobbing heap of depression on the floor to being on her feet and railing at him about his lack of emotion was an understatement, but he rose to his feet as well.

“You always think you know everything don’t you Granger?! You assume that everything you think up in that big bushy head of yours is the absolute truth. Well I’ve got news for you! You don’t know a fucking thing about me or my ideologies! If you stopped being so blind to reality you’d see that!” He growled and turned around stalking down the dilapidated and crumbling hallway, leaving a shocked and irate Hermione behind him.

She watched the back of his head as he walked away from her and shook herself mentally, “Fucking Malfoy…” she mumbled without real conviction. Her eyes scanned the crumbling hall and she turned in the opposite direction, making her to what had once been the library.

Draco had walked through the shell of the once magnificent castle for what had felt like hours. He knew where she’d go; it was where she always went when she felt overwhelmed. His hands pushed his damp hair back and he sighed in exasperation. He didn’t know what to do about her, not here in this place. His feet carried him to the library where he remembered seeking her out so many times before, but he shook his head before he could dwell on those thoughts and walked through the archway that led into the ruins of the old library.

She was sitting near the back, amidst a pile of books that had been spilled from bookshelves laying about her, and he felt his heart give a painful jolt at the sight of her. Her hair was starting to dry somewhat and though she shivered, she was very careful not to get water on the already ruined tomes and volumes scattered about her.

“When the Death Eaters invaded the school a group of Ravenclaws, Gryffindors, and Madame Pince holed themselves up in here. They thought they could protect themselves from what was happening.”

He ran his hand gently over the desk that had been the late librarian’s. It was cracked in several pieces and a large piece of it had managed to stay upright.

She looked up when she heard his soft voice, and when he spoke of the late librarian she choked back a sob, and averted her eyes, staring down at the ruined books she had found so much comfort in.

He avoided her face and looked to the destruction around him.

“When it was over and they were taking a count…” his breath hitched but he continued, “They found them here. A few of the older kids had tried to shield the younger ones, but it was useless. Those bloody fucking bastards had wreaked their havoc. It was a massacre, not a fight.”

He spat the words out with such hatred that Hermione looked up at him with surprise. She noticed the way his shoulders now seemed to slump and he looked sorrowed.

“Malfoy…what about the rest of them…” She tried not to think about the bodies of her friends lying amongst the destruction around them.

When he could finally speak again he turned to look at her and she noticed the same faraway look in his eyes he’d gotten at the café, the way they seemed to glaze over and he smirked sadly.

“Sorry Granger, but that’s a discussion for another time…”

He turned and strode out of the library and she watched in shock then got up and followed after him. She could hear the sounds of his shoes in the hallways screaming his name.

"Malfoy! Malfoy don't you dare leave me here! Come back here right this bloody fucking second!"

She followed the sound of his shoes through the labyrinth of the school until she reached the destroyed front entrance and she let a sob escape.

He was gone, just like last time, and with his disappearance a thick fog coated the grounds and the school.

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Draco sat up in his bed and panted, trying to concentrate on getting his heart to stop thundering. He slid out of the sheets on his bed and padded to his bathroom and stared into the mirror. His face was white as a sheet, his eyes bloodshot, and tear stains marred his cheeks. His rough hands pushed his shaggy hair back off his forehead and he quickly walked to his closet getting dressed. He checked the time on his pocket watch, and seeing it was only actually 11 he left his room.

His Italian leather shoes made no noise on the mahogany hardwood floor as he walked to the sitting room and opened the floo connection and announced clearly, "Potter Residence."

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Harry Potter had been sitting quite comfortably on his couch going through old case files and reorganizing his filing system when the fire roared to life with green flames and Draco Malfoy's head appeared.

Harry jumped almost a full foot off the couch and managed to scatter his entire stack of papers, "Dimmit Malfoy! I’ve told you before not to scare me like that!"

Draco just quirked an eyebrow and said, "Potter we've got a problem."

Harry looked up from his papers with annoyance and waved his hand in a gesture for Draco to come on through.

Draco's head disappeared and almost immediately he stepped out of the fireplace dusting soot off of his shirt, seeming to momentarily forget he was interrupting Harry's very quiet evening at home.

"You said we have a problem Malfoy?"

After the war Harry had vouched for Narcissa and Draco Malfoy, saying that they had helped the Order of the Phoenix immensely and deserved a full pardon for their aid in defeating the Dark Lord Voldemort and several of his key death eaters including one Lucius Abraxas Malfoy and one Bellatrix Black Lestrange.

Since then the two of them had become quite friendly, especially since they worked as Aurors in the ministry together. Harry studied Draco's face carefully and noted something off about his eyes, "Malfoy?"

Draco seemed to finally remember himself and looked at Harry, "I've been talking to Hermione...”

Harry blinked and stood up slowly, "Aright mate I think that's enough firewhiskey for you tonight, why don't you head on back home-"

Draco cut him off with a look, "I haven't been drinking Potter...I've been talking to her...in my dreams. You know that I wouldn’t have come here for your help if this wasn’t serious, and believe you me this is serious. I feel like I’m losing it Potter and I need your help. What are people going to think when they find out I’m talking to Hermione Granger in my dreams when she’s laying in St. Mungo’s in a coma."
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