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Never Fear the Unexpected	By : Mitchell92 Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Het - Male/Female Views: 1866 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The HPA basically consisted of a small common room and work area which her and Malfoy shared and then a bedroom and bathroom each, which was access by a password staircase. The was very nice and Hermione often spent many of her evenings here in order to give both Harry and Ron time with their girlfriends without them feeling guilty. Beside she like the quiet of the usual empty room. Hermione stopped in the doorway. Malfoy was sitting spread out on the sofa, starring at a piece of parchment clearly lost in thought. He hadn’t noticed her come in so she took a moment to study his face. It was concentrated, focussed, confused almost yet determined but underneath that was a clear show of pain and something else that almost looked like fear. Once again the concern washed through Hermione, she wanted to help take the pain away. This wasn’t the Malfoy she knew strong, tall, proud and always ready for her. She no longer saw him as an enemy he hadn’t been that for a number of years but he never missed the chance to throw a witty comment her way even though now they were in fun. So she went and sat down at the other end of the sofa.

Draco saw her then and quickly put the note away. She sat there starring at him as if she was waiting for something. Finally he got bored of it.

“What?” he asked he gaze was starring to unnerve him like she was looking right through him.

“Are you going to talk to me?” she asked. Her voice was calm and full of concern but it also sound demanding as if he owed her something and though he suppose he did, he didn’t like the assumption that he was just going to spill his guts.

“No” he said a bit sharper then he had intended. After all it was more a matter that he couldn’t say anything other than he didn’t want to. But he wasn’t about to give her any leg room, she needed to drop this so instead he picked up the book he was supposed to be studying and began to reading. Clearly showing the subject was closed.

After a while Hermione gave up. She pulled out her own books and also began to study in a huffed silence. They sat there for what seemed like hours not even looking at each other as they worked. Draco however could still feel her almost. Just like in the meeting he was aware of her every move; when she turned a page or readjusted in her seat or flexed her curled up feet. He felt bad for snapping at her now, she was just trying to help however misguided her notions may be she was just being a good person or essentially Granger. This was her; her innocence, her goodness, her heart was what defined her and made her the person that so many people couldn’t resist wanting to be close to but she like him kept her world at arm’s length. She had never really let herself truly feel for another even though there were many who would like to care for her. He himself did occasionally wonder what it would be like to be close to her. Although he supposed that would never happen. He looked over at her and to his shock he saw that she was fast asleep. She tossed and turned on to her side mumbling to her herself. It seemed she was having bad dreams.

He didn’t know what quite came over him but she looked so distress, so defenceless, so venerable that a sudden urge to protect her came over him. So he placed both of their books on the table out of the way. Then pulling the blanket off the back of the sofa he careful moved his body to rest behind hers. Then making sure blanket cover them both he wrapped one of his arms around her. She lean back into him as she slept let his much larger muscled body almost cover hers. She felt surprisingly good; warm, delicate, soft. He bent down and gently kissed her temple before he too fell asleep.

The pale golden light of other day woke Draco from the best night sleep he had in a long time. Usually his nights were plagued with images that would terrify most but Draco having seen them so many times liked to think he was immune when actually he just more resigned. It wasn’t his fate to stop this war and he had no delusion of grandeur that his sacrifice would change much only that he would die an honourable death doing what was right and refusing evil.

He looked over at the reason for his peace however temporary it might be. He was glad he had at least one night so close to her. She really was so very beautiful; her main of bush brown curls flew all round her head hiding her face from view. Draco smiled and gently pulled it back without waking her. Once again he felt a wave of protectiveness that he did not fully understand. Hermione was not a weakling he knew that; she was in fact the best witch he knew but it wasn’t that she was weak merely that she was more that precious then was quantifiable. She was everything that was good and true in this world, everything that he and many others would fight and die for. She was a free, good, kind, caring, strong, brave muggleborn witch. If they were to lose the war then she would surely perish or worse and Draco could not allow that. But there was something else something more that he wasn’t sure he wanted to touch upon. True she was the hope that kept him fighting, the courage that meant he would go through with his plan but it was quite a bit more than that. But he knew that path could only lead to disappointment.

She began to stir in his arms then and he was suddenly faced with something he had not thought of. How was she going to react to this, she didn’t know that Draco was there with her. She opened her eyes and Draco brace himself prepared for... for what, he was not sure but he would be prepared.

“Malfoy” she said. Shock, surprise and curiosity seemed to be the dominant emotions on her face.

“You feel asleep” the need to explain washed over him. “Mumbling, I could tell you were having a nightmare. So I tried to calm you and ended up sleeping next to you.” It was lame but she seemed to accept it none the less.

“O well, thank you. That was kind of you.” She was still surprised but she really did seem grateful.

“Do you have nightmare’s often?” he asked not sure why he was prolonging this, a quick exit was always best in situations such as these but the chance to find out what frighten her was enough to make him stay. She sat up and nodded.

“All the time” she pushed back her hair and tied it up into a bun. She looked off in the distance. “It’s not that I am a coward but I am afraid. Not just for myself but for my parents, my friends, all the good people I know. I do believe Harry will find a way to end this but he is still young and still has so much to learn. Dumbledore is helping him as much as he can but it is still Harry who has to end this and I fear it might be a while before he is ready. However everyday Voldemort gets stronger and more people die. More people like me die.” She turned back to look at him then. “We both know that Voldemort won’t stop until he is made to. In the meantime he picks off muggles and muggleborns like birds in a cage. My greatest fear is that my family and I won’t be around to see Harry victorious at last.” She hung her head and yet another wave of protectiveness and care came over him. He pulled Hermione back into his arms and held her there. He wanted to tell her that she was wrong, that everything would be ok, that he himself would protect her but he could not lie to her. She was far too smart for that.

She rested her head against his chest. She felt as if the world had been turn upside down. First she had found him crying and comforted him, now she had slept in his arms and revealed her deepest fear to him only to have him comfort her in return. This was bizarre. She pulled away from him then needing to regain a little balance and order. She dried her eyes and then said

“Thank you again.” She couldn’t not look at him, his eyes were filled with concern for her. She looked down again feeling weak and the sudden urge to collapse into him again. She shook her head. When she looked up at him again he too seem to be returning to his usually no nonsense self.

“Yeah well I’ve got to go Quidditch practice.” And without another word he left.

Hermione spent the best part of the Morning with Ron and Harry in the Gryffindor common room. Until finally after enduring one too many hints at about spending Christmas with the pair at the burrow she gave up and headed for the library need peace from men for a while, they were all driving her crazy; Ron with his constant nudging, Harry with his refusal to get involved and Malfoy with whatever the hell was going on there. After an hour or so she calmed down laid back in the library chair and thought it all over. She knew she was being unfair to Harry especially; it was not his place to get involved and to do so would only cause more trouble and the run the risk of putting him in between them. She remember from the fourth year what that was like not to mention he had enough his mind without dealing with Ron’s childish actions. Truthfully she would have love nothing better than Christmas at the burrow but that would mean too much alone time with Ron and it wasn’t best to encourage him while he was like this. And as for Malfoy he was probably just as confused by this as she was. It really was no reason to avoid him, they had to work together and little events like this really didn’t matter. So she packed up her things and spent the rest of the afternoon in the HPA.

It wasn’t until the evening that Draco decided to come up to the common room but Hermione was glad that he did. They looked at each other once as Draco came in the door then both went about their own work silently. It was like a show of faith between the two and sign that nothing much had change and that there were both now content. Hermione worked close to him until late at night when she finally gave up and headed to bed. But when she reached the stair she stopped and said

“Goodnight Draco”.

Draco. Draco. His mind repeated the word in his mind over and over Draco. Not Malfoy but Draco. This it seemed would be the turning point, the acknowledgment that everything had changed that they were closer now, friends of a sort but most importantly she had called him Draco.
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