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Earth Shattering	By : Luckycharms Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 11678 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. That right goes to the AMAZING JK Rowling. One event however, is based off real facts and no profit is made off this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Meeting
- 2-Unexpected
- 3-Descent
- 4-Almost
- 5-Confessions
- 6-Change
- 7-Breathe
- 8-Remember
- 9-Home
- 10-Release
- 11-Wrong
- 12-Strong
- 13-Quidditch
- 14-Beginning
- 15-Endgame
- 16-Truth
- 17-Epilogue
- 2
- 3
- 4
I am adding all responses to comments after the chapters end so that it does not interupt the story progress :)
Chapter 3- Descent
03:16pm
Draco let out a loud cry of agony as he rolled over bending his right knee. His left leg was in severe pain but he was grateful he was at least alive.
“Oh my God!” Hermione screamed out, kneeling over his leg.
He let out a hiss as he lifted himself up on his elbows to see the damage. He couldn’t tell if his leg was broken or not through all the blood that was seeping out of his ripped slacks, on the side of his calf, but it sure felt like it was.
Hermione’s hands hovered over the injury as she tried to figure out what to do.
“Your wand, Malfoy give me your wand!” she looked at him and held out her hand.
“My wand?” he asked through gritted teeth as he tried to think of anything other than the pain. “Where is your wand?”
“It fell out of my pocket in the lift shaft.”
“Well that is just bloody great!” he stated laying his head back down on the ground.
Hermione however, was impatient and began patting his chest down. When he felt her press on his wand, resting on his left peck, she pulled it out and let out a gasp.
He lifted his head to see what she was so shocked about and he saw his wand in her hand; it was snapped in half.
“Fuck!” he expelled in frustration as he threw his head back again and placed the back of his right hand on his forehead.
“I have to clear the blood away; I can’t see how bad the wound is.”
Hermione turned and started looking around the hallway. Draco too, began to look around and saw just how much damage was done to his high-rise.
Lights that were once in the ceiling, flickered and dangled from the rafters, letting off electrical sparks as they swung back and forth. Sprinklers had also gone off and drenched the floor and furniture with water. Papers and ceiling titles were scattered all over the place and a small fire was glowing at the end of the hallway to his right.
He turned his head and spotted an unbroken mug lying on the floor to his left, a few feet away from him and he suddenly got an idea.
“Granger, there is a mug over there.” he pointed down the hall. “If you can find an unbroken chair you can stand on it and fill the mug with the water coming from the sprinklers.”
She looked at where the mug was and moved herself away from him. She ducked when a light suddenly let off a large spark but continued to walk quickly to the mug. Picking it up, she looked around for something to stand on.
Finding an arm chair, lying on its side, in front of an office, she moved to pick it up and placed it under a spraying sprinkler. She stepped up and covered her face as the water sprayed on her but she covered the head and waited for the mug to fill before removing it and stepping down.
She rushed back to him, dodging another few spark and knelt back beside him.
“This is going to sting.” She stated in a sad tone.
She was about to start pouring the water on his leg but stopped and looked at him.
“What? Just pour it.” he ordered confused.
Hermione however, set the mug down and leaned in, grabbing his shoulders, and tried to lift him.
“What ar-”
“Sit up.” She demanded.
He did what she asked but only with her help, did he succeed. He leaned back on his hands and she started to take his jacket off.
“What the hell are you doing?” he asked now thoroughly perplexed.
“Take off your jacket!” she ordered.
“Now is not the right time to try and get it in, Granger.” He tried to joke as he lifted his left arm to remove it from the sleeve, but she just rolled her eyes at him.
Without thinking, he moved his left leg as he leaned to his right to help her and he let off a hiss through his teeth as pain shot through his nerves. He leaned back and rested his left hand on the ground as Hermione moved to take the jacket the rest of the way off.
He watched as she tried to find the seam on one of the arms, in fascination and confusion. Suddenly she ripped the fabric in one foul pull and his mouth fell open.
“That was not a cheap jacket!” he claimed somewhat angry.
“Now is not the time to worry about that.” she ripped off the other arm at it seam “Besides, I am sure you can afford another. Now lay back down.”
He scoffed at her in protest but she pushed his shoulder, forcing him to comply.
“Here.” She handed him the rest of his jacket. “Bunch it up and put it in your mouth.”
He raised a brow and looked at her with worry.
“Just do it.” she pleaded.
Draco eyed her with skepticism but slowly lifted what was left of his jacket, and placed it between his teeth. Once he was ready, Hermione tied the two sleeves together and lifted the mug. She began to pour the cold liquid, gently and carefully onto his leg.
The sudden contact of icy water, touching his open wound, caused pain to soar through Draco’s entire body. His leg felt like it was on fire and he bit down on the fabric in his mouth, hard.
At first he thought Hermione was crazy, asking him to put clothing in his mouth, but now he realized just why she made him do it. Not only did the fabric act as a guard, to protect his tongue and teeth, but it gave him support while he clamped his eyes closed and screamed as if tortured.
“I’m sorry.” she sadly winced, still pouring the water on his calf.
Once the mug was empty, she set it down and used the end of one of the sleeves to wipe away some of the left over blood.
“It’s not broken from what I can see. It’s just a large gash…I’m going to have to wrap it…This...This is going to hurt.”
His eyes turned to sorrow and he let out a breath but lifted his head to watch what she was doing.
She took the tied sleeves and maneuvered herself so she could lift his leg slightly. Pivoting her body to be directly below him, she propped his foot on her lap. Sliding the sleeves under his leg she began to wrap the deep cut.
It wasn’t as painful as she made it out to be but the makeshift bandage was rather tight.
“What is your favorite potion?” she asked out of nowhere while wrapping one sleeve under the other.
“What? That is random, Granger.” He asked removing the fabric from his teeth and looked directly in her eyes.
“Just answer the question, Malfoy.”
“I…I don’t know…Veritas-” he began to say but as the last word tumbled off his lips, Hermione tightened the band around his leg, fast and hard.
Draco let out another cry, laying back down as he shoved the jacket in his mouth and bit down with full force.
“It’s better if you don’t see it coming. It hurts less.” She explained after he stopped screaming in pain,.
Lifting his foot off her lap and setting it down with tenderness.
“Bloody hell woman!” he shouted removing the garment from his mouth. “That hurt like a bitch!”
“If you looked at it and anticipated the pain, Malfoy, it would have hurt a lot more.”
He rolled his eyes and winced as he tried to sit up. She helped him up and he half wanted to shove her away for causing him so much grief in the span of an hour, but he didn’t. Instead, he allowed her to help him.
Looking around they both contemplated on what to do next.
“We can’t stay here. Who knows how sturdy the building is. We can’t afford to be so high up if it decides to give way.” She began.
“Last time you said that, we almost had a large piece of floor and a vehicle, take us down in the lift.”
“Yeah well, I was right wasn’t I?…Come on. We need to find the stairs.”
Hermione moved to help him stand. Draco was sure that lifting him was not an easy feat for her but she did it without complaint and he was impressed. He leaned his hands against the wall near the elevator shaft to support him-self and looked down the hallway, trying to remember which way the stairs were in the mess.
“The stairs are that way.” He claimed, finally remembering the layout.
Hermione looked at the end of the hall to the left and nodded her head.
“Okay…Here, wrap an arm around me. It would be faster and easier on you if I supported your weight.”
He wasn’t about to argue with her so he nodded his head, slightly embarrassed that he needed her help to walk, but moved an arm to wrap around the back of her neck and shoulder. Hermione slid her right arm around his back and rested her left on his abs to support him.
They began to slowly walk down the hallway and Draco wondered where all his employees were.
They were stuck in an elevator when both tornadoes struck, so he assumed they all took the stairs to get out. He hoped they all made it.
Reaching the door with a sign that had a stick figure looking to be moving down zig-zagged lines, above it; they had finally made it to one of the stairwells. Hermione reached out and opened the door; she repositioned herself so her back could hold the door open, while Draco limped his way through.
Once he was all the way through, she leaned off the door and moved back to fully support him. The stairs seemed untouched by the disaster so Draco shimmied his way towards the railing so he could take some of his weight off the poor girl.
They began their descent but Draco knew it would be a long one. Even if he wasn’t injured, climbing down thirty-five sets of stairs, with two flights for each each floor, would take a while.
Draco almost slipped when they got to the third set of stairs but Hermione wrapped both her arms around him and caught him before he fell.
“Are you alright?” she asked slowly moving her hands back to their original position.
“Yeah.” He replied after taking in a deep breath. “…Why are you helping me? You hate me remember? Wouldn’t you want to leave me to fend for myself?”
“I told you,” she began as they started to continue down again “I am not like you.”
“I wouldn’t leave you.” he cut it quickly.
“I know…You did save my life already.”
Draco lowered his head and they walked in silence for a few more minutes.
“I don’t actually hate you Malfoy.” Hermione broke the silence “Not anymore, at least.”
“I wouldn’t blame you, if you still did…hate me.”
“Well I don’t. I just think you could treat your workers better.”
“I do. Everyone gets paid well and I made sure everyone has health insurance and a 401k. Everyone is treated fairly.” He explained.
“What about the elves, Malfoy?” She turned her head to look at him “What about those poor creatures that work for nothing.”
“Granger, they don’t want to be taken care of.”
“Sure they do. Th-”
“Have you ever thought that they like being able to help without expecting anything in return?” he asked curiously, stopping on the bottom steps on the twenty-sixth floor to give them each a break.
Hermione stepped back as Draco slid down the wall to sit.
“Do you like being taken care of…or, do you expect payment for helping someone?” he continued.
Hermione tilted her head and raised a brow.
“That is different. They are hired to work for you and you don’t pay them.” she retorted in a huff.
“I tried to pay them. I can’t force someone to take money when they don’t want it.”
“You could give it to them secretly.” She suggested.
“Do you hear yourself, Granger?” he asked passively, lifting his eyes to her. “They don’t want to be paid. I can at least respect them enough to do what they asked.”
Hermione stood speechless for about a minute as her mouth opened and closed a few times.
“I do respect them.” she finally claimed leaning her back on the wall to his right.
“But not enough to just let them be?” he questioned looking down at his hands. “…look, Granger, I am willing to retract the law suit if you stop pestering me about how I treat my workers, if you don’t actually know the whole story. You attack me because of old grudges and I am sorry for how I treated you and your friends, but that shouldn’t affect how you view me now.”
Her head snapped up and her eyes pressed into him hard with shock.
“I…I-”
Draco held up a hand to stop her.
“Let me finish.” He took in a deep breath “I was young and stupid and I was influenced by my arse of a father to hate anyone lesser than me…I actually liked Dobby and I feel terrible that he died. I was also envious of you and your friendship with Potter and Weasley. None of my friends…well, none of them were really friends. Everything I did and said…I’m sorry.” he looked at her forlorn.
Hermione didn’t speak as she looked at him with her lips slightly parted and inhaled lightly almost as if she wanted to say something.
“We,” she cleared her throat. “We should get moving.”
She moved away from the wall and went to help a disappointed Draco, stand up. Once they were situated they continued their descent down the stairs.
They were unfortunately stopped though, when they reached level sixteen. Their pathway was blocked by a caved in ceiling. Rubble piled on top of the stairs, successfully preventing them from being able to go any further.
“It must have fallen during one of the times the building shook.” Draco mentioned as he looked for any sort of opening through the large pile of cement.
“We will have to go through this floor and find the other set of stairs.” Hermione stated, looking at the door leading to floor sixteen. “
“The stairs are on the other side of the building. We are going to have to cross the whole floor to get there and hope, that they are still intact. Otherwise we are stuck up here.”
Hermione nodded her head and moved to open the door. As soon as the door opened however, a wave of heat hit their faces and smoke began to billow out.
She looked around the corner with caution while waving a hand in her face but quickly drew her head back with wide eyes and an open mouth.
“We can’t go through this way.” She claimed a little unnerved.
“And why the hell not?”
Draco hobbled a step and leaned to look into the hallway. The sight stunned him as he looked around the corner through the smoke.
A large fire roared through the floor, overtaking everything in its path. The sprinkler system was ineffective at taming the flames that covered almost every inch of the level that he could see, including the ceiling. Their way out was definitely blocked and there was no getting to the stairs from there; if the stairs were even still there.
Pulling back, he looked back up the stairs and then back to the door before turning his body to limp back up the way they came.
Going back up, was a lot harder on both of them than going down, but they reached floor seventeen after they both had to stop to catch their breaths.
Hermione once again, opened the door and looked down the hall with caution. She gave the all clear nod and started walking through the door. Once they were through, Draco noticed the floor was not in as bad of shape as the one they started on. Papers were still scattered everywhere but that was the most in damage that he could see.
They passed by a few abandoned offices on their way to their destination and they both called out for anyone who might still be on the level. But no one answered and no one was coming to help them.
They took a break in one of the offices so Hermione could look at his leg wound. She searched all the drawers in the desk and filing cabinets before she found two bottles of water and a muggle first aid kit.
Draco propped his leg up on a chair she had turned over before she began her search, in front of the large wooden desk. Hermione set the items down and lifted his leg so that she could sit and have his foot rest on her lap.
They sat in silence for a while as she began to undress his wound. The relief from the pressure of the dressing, felt amazing to Draco, but he didn’t say a word as she set the bloody fabric from his jacket on the floor. She lifted the bottom of his slacks to get a better look before turning back to the desk.
She opened a bottle of water and handed it to him to drink before opening the second one. He took a swig of the delicious liquid but almost spit it out as she poured the other bottle onto his open wound. He jerked his body at the painful feeling and she quickly apologized for the action.
However, he realized she was going to pour the whole bottle on to his leg and she didn’t even drink any of it first. He looked down at the water in his hand before looking back up to the girl he cared deeply for. He already liked her but now that she showed she cared for him somewhat, while she tenderly cleaned him up; he realized he was starting to fall in love with her.
He shook his head at the thought because he knew she would never want to be with him and falling in love with her would only make his loneliness, worse.
She was only taking care of him because no one else around was there to do it. Although, she did seem to be warming up to him. He hoped that maybe, just maybe, one day, he could show her just how much he really did change.
Draco looked back at the half drunk water in his hand and held it out to the girl nursing him back to health.
“Here.”
She lifted her head and looked at the bottle before looking to him and shook her head.
“No, you need it more than I do right now.” she replied as she gently applied an ointment with a cotton ball to his leg.
“Please take it.” he pleaded.
She slowly looked back up to him and eyed the bottle like she was arguing with herself.
“Please Hermione…Take it.” he pleaded again.
Hermione’s face fell at the sound of her name but she reached out and took the bottle from him. She eyed it like she didn’t want to drink the last bit they both knew he needed, but she lifted the bottle up to her lips and started drinking.
She ended up finishing the water in a few large gulps and then set the bottle on the ground.
“Better?” he asked not taking his eyes off of her.
She nodded her head but didn’t say anything as she went back to dressing his cut; his eyes though, never left her pretty face.
“You’re beautiful.” He let slip in a whisper.
He didn’t mean to say it out loud. He was merely thinking it but and the words just rolled off his lips like he had no control. He quickly looked down at his hands in embarrassment and prayed to Salazar she didn’t hear him.
If he was looking at her though, he would have seen her head snap up quickly with shock. But he didn’t look. He refused to as his cheeks reddened in humiliation.
“Thank you.” she muttered after what felt like hours to him.
Draco lifted his head and saw her lower hers. A small smile played on her lips but she continued with the task she was doing. He smiled back and realized he was making progress. She didn’t freak out like he expected her to, nor did she ignore him. Instead, she acknowledged him and even thanked him. He wondered if she cared for him more than he thought she did.
He had to admit, the signs where there. She allowed him to heal her hand and she trusted him enough to let him levitate her out of the lift. She even trusted him to pull her to safety when she fell; and now she was taking care of him, more than the average person now a day would care for him. Anyone else would have either left him or not even bother to prepare him for the pain that ensued while dressing his wound.
Draco Malfoy was an ex-Death Eater. A failed one but he still used to be one. And a lot of people were not only scared of him, but scared of his father who was locked away in Azkaban with a life sentence. Even though he had changed and his father was in prison, people still feared him. He hated it.
As a child he loved the attention of people being scared of him but in the adult world, it wasn’t as much fun. He had no friends because of it and no woman, except Ms. Tate, wanted to be with him. But Hermione, she never showed cowardice when facing him. She always stood her ground and fought back. She wasn’t afraid to be around him and her actions today, showed that.
But what he really wanted to know, was whether or not she was helping him because she wanted to, or if she was doing it because she now owed him a life debt for saving her.
“All done.” She looked up and smiled, interrupting his thoughts.
She had dressed his wound in clean white bandages and he had to admit, his leg already started to feel better. She took something, in a small package, out of the first aid kit and tore it open; handing him two tiny tablets.
“We don’t have any more water and I should have given these to you before you drank anything, but you should be okay to swallow them no problem.”
“What are these?” he questioned, touching the two white tablets in his palm.
“Aspirin.” she stated. “It will help with the pain and swelling.”
“Is this muggle medicine?” he asked, surprisingly interested.
“Yes…it will take about an hour or so though, for it to kick in.”
Draco didn’t question her anymore and popped the two pills into his mouth. He struggled slightly with the swallowing but he managed to do it after a few seconds.
He looked up to her and smiled but once again the moment was ruined by a large crashing sound just down the hall from them. A crash, followed by a loud scream.
@Sage of Discord- Lol. I like disasters. I find that they are not only easier to write but I love the angst they brings. Disasters are unpredictable and hardly have any defense against one. Not all of my stories will be disasters though; I just had this trapped idea in my head for a while and not many people do disaster type stories. I want the main antagonist to not be a person.
@Lady Dracona- Thank you so much! i do hope you enjoy the rest of this story. It won't be as long as 1912 but it will have plenty of drama :)
@saxman66- Haha! I do like Dramione. I don't see myself writting or even reading the couple paired with anyone else....It is true that Britain does not have a tornado alley that is strong like the US but on the date that I picked, Birmingham did have an EF3 tornado hit at around 2:30pm. Only one hit though, and I wanted to add some more angst to the story so I had another one appear. There is no foul play. I only took the time, date, and location to base the facts off of. It is called The Birmingham tornado of 2005 and it was recorded the strongest tornado the UK has had in the past 30 years prior to 2005.
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