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Why you?	By : Jadeaffection Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 5367 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I don�t own Harry Potter nor do I make money from writing this fic. However I do believe that I should and that when Rose was conceived Hermione was thinking of Draco!!

Howdy all, I�m back! �At last�, I hear you mutter while you push aside the ingredients for a Molotov cocktail and a tattered piece of paper with my address on it.
Well firstly I would like to thank my ever patient reviewers:

A big thanks to: lily69, PotterEntourage, Nicole, InLoveWithLove, paigeey07, Samantha, Kay, kismet510 and LittleMissPrincess.

To smurphy, thank�s. I always look forward to receiving your reviews!

To kazfeist,, I�m glad you liked the cliffhanger. You will get your answers soon�just not in this chapter. Yeah, I kind of feel bad for killing off Cissy too but the dead mother is such a wonderful plot device. As for the attacker, well not Ron so hopefully when he�s identified it will be a surprise. Thanks!

To Amaya, thank you and yes, I love the Draco I used. Not too OOC but with that underlying compassion.

To Dreamweaver, sending you love right back (and a cookie)! I adore that you got what I was trying to say. Thank you sooooo much!

And finally a big shout out to Vixen, who has taken time out of her busy schedule of being AWESOME to read and review my story. You flatter me more than you know. And don�t worry bout your updating sweetie, the withdrawal shakes give me exercise. xx

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Enjoy the next chapter.

What in the name of Merlin�s best blue underpants was she doing? Here she was in an abandoned corridor, wand on the floor, in the arms and completely at the mercy of Draco Malfoy.
Moreover, she was the one who started it. Hermione Granger had leapt into the arms of Malfoy. If she could kick herself right now without drawing attention, she would. However, seeing as she was pressed right up against his body, it seemed unlikely.
She would have asked herself what she had been thinking but she already knew the answer. Nothing! But then again that�s not true. Now that she had started calming down she could see at least some of her reasoning. She needed someone, he was there and beyond that, she knew, almost implicitly, that he wouldn�t hurt her.
Kick dirt in her face and call her a Mudblood, more than likely. Fight her in a fair duel, defiantly. But try as she may, with all the hatred for him she had garnered through the years, she could not imagine him hurting her physically.
At that thought, she snuggled in closer. Hermione could not believe herself. Just as she was about to recoil in horror at what had transpired she heard a voice in her head.
Shut up and go with it. You over think. You need to be held right now, need to be comforted. I don�t care if it is Malfoy. He�s better than a Blast-Ended Skrewt. He won�t hurt you. Just go with it Granger!
For once, she decided to go with her impulsive side. As her breathing slowed and her sobs stopped shaking her whole body, Hermione began to relax in Malfoy�s arms. Was he actually comforting her? The circles his hand was making on the small of her back felt so tender that she had to remind herself whose hand it was.
Everything was so muddled in her head it took her some time to realise that he was murmuring soothing words into the hair near her ear. Slowly everything was coming into focus. Malfoy was holding her up, supporting all her weight. And damn it all if he didn�t smell great.
As soon as that thought popped into her head she knew she had finally lost it. She began dwelling on what sort of mental hospital she would prefer to be committed to. Before she got as far as wondering if straightjackets came in colours other than white, she felt him move his body away as if to talk or at least look at her.
Here it comes, she thought. The snide remark, the �I know I�m gorgeous but why must you throw yourself at me Granger�. They never came. Instead, when his stormy grey eyes came to rest on her own she saw only sympathy and something else she couldn�t quite put her finger on.
He gently brushed a stray curl from her face before lightly running his fingers over the throbbing that was her jaw. If she didn�t know better she would swear he was about to cry. Then it was gone, replaced by anxiety. Hermione could see a question floating in his eyes, too bad he couldn�t get it out his mouth.
�Um, I suppose you are, or um were a�.how far did he aahh um�. I mean did he?�

She had to suppress a giggle. All this and now she wanted to laugh. That padded cell was calling her name.
She rationalized that it was her coming down from the adrenaline added to the fact that she felt so safe in his arms. Malfoy had never ever looked this nervous or unsure. Harry had mentioned how he looked on the tower that horrible night but this was new to her. He actually looked cute all flustered.

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Granger�s legs seemed to have lost all power so Draco, initially with stomach turning, took the hand that wasn�t on her back, put it under her bum and took her weight.
After a few moments, Draco felt her stiffen in his arms. Then, if it was even possible, she moved closer. She smelt like vanilla and Draco found himself purposely breathing in the scent. But what was more surprising was that he realized that he had always assumed Granger would smell of jasmine like his mother. Probably because they were both strong and intelligent women, he reasoned.
Not that he would ever admit it to Granger but he had always thought of her as such. And this more than anything vexed him. How could someone so worthless be his intellectual superior? Not by much, mind you but enough so that he faced his father�s wrath every time her marks exceeded his own.
Thinking of the beatings he took at his father�s hands brought his tangled mind back to his mother. The nights he had spent holding her just like this, hearing her voice tremble as she tried to tell him everything was fine, that daddy was just a little angry and he didn�t mean it.
Draco�s arse he didn�t mean it. He was a cruel, heartless, prejudiced bastard. Draco hated him almost as much as he hated the Dark Lord. At least his father had never succeeded in killing his mother.
Draco loved her so much it was hard to breathe when he thought about her. He had seen her die, watched that fucking arsehole cast the killing curse.
What the fuck was he doing? Thinking about his mother and getting all teary eyed. He didn�t even bloody cry when it happened so he wasn�t going to start now. Especially not standing in a school corridor holding Granger. What if someone saw?

Focus Draco. He needed to get her to the infirmary. But there was no way she was walking there on those legs. He would have to carry her.
He was just about to lift her when the thought struck him. Surely Granger was a virgin. Really, who would touch her? Ewwwww! Focus Draco. You�re touching her. But if she was and that turd did you-know-what then�
Well he couldn�t just go picking her up. He could cause her more damage. Bloody hell! He would have to ask her.
Very gently, he slowly moved her body so he could look at her face. All of a sudden, Draco saw his mother. Her clear blue eyes, long blonde hair, that smile she reserved just for him. And her beautiful pale skin covered in ugly bruises.
He moved some of her hair before allowing his fingers to follow her coloured jaw line. Merlin, he missed her. Focus Draco. Remember Granger. She kind of needs you now. She looked after you. It�s your turn. SNAP OUT OF IT LOSER!
Then his mother was gone and instead of blue eyes, he was looking into the unusual cinnamon coloured eyes of Granger. Shit! She now thinks you�re a freak and you still have to ask her.
He began talking but, funnily enough, it didn�t come out right. Somehow, she understood. He saw a light in her eyes and if it was possible for her emotion-flushed cheeks to get any redder, they did.
�Yes I am,� she murmured, �and he didn�t get that far. Why do you need to know?�
Draco let out the breath he didn�t know he had been holding. Somehow, if Granger stayed the face of all that was good and pure, the world made sense.
He gave her his patented smirk.
�So I can do this.�
Without giving her time to object to his chauvinism, he moved his hand that was under her bottom to her shoulders and his other arm to behind her knees. In one deft movement, he swept her off her feet and began carrying her down the corridor bridal style.

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