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Why you?	By : Jadeaffection Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 5367 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, and I do not make any money from these writings.

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Disclaimer: Yet again I must tell you the horrible truth about my lack of ownership. I do not own Harry Potter nor do I make money from this story. *goes off to bury her head in ice cream*

I�m back at last. Is it just me or is the holiday season always a crazy-busy time? Anyhoo, though I didn�t post or do much writing, I got to spend time with my family which is awesome. Also they inspire me a lot (most of them are a few long-boats short of a Viking invasion! I can say that, they�re my family!) and help me make my writing more interesting.
I will thank my reviewers next chapter as it is ridiculously early in the morning, I�m running out of Coke, I�m so tired that I can�t be arsed looking up names or reviews and the floating purple donkey thinks I should go to bed ( but he also thinks killing off Cedric was a good idea. Stupid donkey!)
My Youtube contest is still running by the way. Only one entry so far *pouts*. Please enter; if you do I will stop pestering you. Well at least about the contest. My channel name is Jadeaffection (one user name for everything solves so many problems).
Enough of my rambling, on with the story:

By all rights, she should be screaming bloody murder. A boy, who prefers the dirt on his shoes to her had smirked, picked her up and was carrying her to Merlin knows where.
Still when Hermione had exclaimed about her wand, he had uttered �Accio� and had it in her hand immediately. If he were planning anything, surely he wouldn�t want her armed.
Apart from that, she knew, without a doubt, that he was taking her to the infirmary. Yes, alert the Daily Prophet, she trusted Malfoy to look after her. A lilac straightjacket would be nice. Maybe a dusky pink. Throwing what was left of her pride out the window, she pulled her arms tighter around him and nosed into his neck.
She closed her eyes, hoping to forget. Instead, she got a flashback. His hand on her breast, his face in that sickening grin before he began licking up her neck. It was all she could do to get out �Down, now�, before she promptly threw up.
Luckily, Malfoy was quick. He had managed to turn her enough, in the motion of putting her down that she was aiming at a quite ugly statue. Everything but his shoes came out unscathed.
As he lowered her to the ground, Hermione felt her world spin. Crouched on all fours she proceeded to throw up again. Pumpkin juice tastes better going down than it does coming up. Malfoy was holding her stray strands of hair back with one hand while his other resumed the comforting circles on her back.
What in Merlin�s name was he playing at, looking after her like this. Then it hit her, requitement. He hated owing her. Well, that was fine by her.
Hermione slowly manoeuvred her self into a sitting position as she heard Malfoy utter �scorgify�. Well that cleaned up the statue and the stone floor. All that was left was his shoes.
Suddenly it all collapsed. It was as though the whole situation had finally dawned on her. She knew it was real, but now it was heart wrenchingly real. She was very nearly raped. She could have been killed.
As all that weight settled on her shoulders her body went numb. She felt her mind heading the same way and she fought to stop it. She should be stronger than this. It broke her spirit to find that she wasn�t.
The last thought to pass through Hermione�s conscious before it succumbed to the overwhelming dark numbness was whether or not Italian leather stained.

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They were almost there. One more flight of stairs and they would reach the infirmary. One more corridor and he would be rid of that intoxicating vanilla scent. Draco relaxed at the thought.
Then without warning Granger rubbed her nose against the crook of his neck. The feeling sent shivers up his spine and tickled like hell. It took all his well-honed control skills to stop himself from giggling.
Yes, giggling. Not laughing, giggling. That was all he needed. First, he turned into Florence freaking Nightingale then a silly schoolgirl. What next? A fucking Carebear. His mother had always been a secret fan of muggle cartoons. He began wondering if the dark mark would make an interesting tummy symbol.
Draco�s attention was brought violently back to the situation at hand when Granger made a rather urgent sounding demand. Normally he would have argued, but something in her voice told him to obey. In less than two seconds he was glad he had.
Granger vomited all over some hideous statue. Draco lowered her carefully to the ground. Only then did he notice his shoes. Feeling the urge to copy her impressive digestive pyrotechnics, he quickly turned his head, breathing deeply the fresh air behind them.
He only turned back when he heard the unmistakable sounds of a repeat performance. How much spew could such a small girl hold. Apparently a lot. Fighting his own up-chuck reflex Draco leaned down to move her hair from in front of her face.
His hand rubbed her lower back, encouraging her to get it all out. He had no idea where the urge to see more Mudblood vomit had come from, but he knew it was better for Granger if she didn�t hold it back.
The retching that shook her body ceased and she moved to the side. Making sure she had completely finished, Draco began cleaning up.
Personally, he thought the vomit improved the statue. Somehow, he knew McGonagall and Filch wouldn�t agree.
He was just about to finally clean his shoes, although he should probably burn them, when he heard it. It was so subtle that had he even breathed at the wrong time it would have gone unheard. It was a sigh, a moan even, of defeat. And it came from Granger.
He turned just in time to see one of the most terrifying things he had ever seen in his life. Draco saw the light leave Granger�s eyes. Those usually bright sparkling cinnamon orbs were now blank. Fuuuuuuuck!

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