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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: Surely my poor student�s existence, where I live for a week on a loaf of bread, would tip you off to the fact that none of this belongs to me.
I can�t believe it has taken me so long to update. I beg your forgiveness. My time is not my own� it belongs to the university beast and that pesky floating purple donkey that always shows up after four am. Sorry for the wait!
Thankyou everyone for your reviews and kind words� I can�t describe the pure joy I get when I see an email announcing a new review. You all make my day xx!
I now realise that I should have clarified something last chapter. Draco�s unexplained knowledge of muggle things� well in my mind it�s quite simple. Narcissa, being the strong woman she was, would have hated being dominated by Lucius and, while not being able to do anything about it, she would have found some way to defy/get back at him. How, you ask? Well, while Lucius was away being all evil, she took Draco to muggle movies, showed him muggle TV and generally immersed him in a muggle experience. It would have been her and Draco�s little secret�. She was awesome!
Anyhoo, enough of my chatter, here is the next chapter~

Hermione�s flashback: nearly a year ago:

The rain was coming down more heavily than Hermione had ever seen. It was almost as though nature or the earth it�s self was mourning the loss that the wizarding world felt so deeply.
He really was gone. The only person you-know-who was afraid of. As she mopped up the puddle in the corridor and stared out at the rain, Hermione couldn�t help but think about how much everything at Hogwarts would change now that Dumbledore was dead.
She also couldn�t help but wonder why a magical house like Grimauld place would leak. Surely they could fix the roof. She had just made a mental note to speak to Mrs Weasley about it when she heard a commotion downstairs.
Wand at the ready she ran down to investigate. Standing in the entrance way, surrounded by a sea of red heads, order members and Harry, was Severus Snape.
Since he had explained with evidence the whole killing Dumbledore thing this wasn�t a major event. An uneasy acceptance existed between him and the order now. He was their inside man, their spy.
The kafuffle was caused instead by the young man being supported by Snape. He was unhealthily thin, with a sunken sallow face. His hair had been shaved so close he might as well been bald. His pants were in tatters. His bare upper body however was covered in scars, slightly healed wounds and deep gashes. His breathing was laboured and, from the awkward placement of his legs, Hermione could tell that they were useless, either from a spinal injury or exhaustion.
All in all he was not in good shape. Hermione studied him intently, trying to place the feeling of familiarity. Who was this poor boy? His face was so skeletal that, for the life of her, she could not identify him.
Suddenly his darkened eyelids fluttered open. With an anguished moan he was looking straight into her eyes. Only one boy had eyes of that colour grey, stormy, like thunder clouds.
�Draco� she breathed.

Malfoy. I meant Malfoy. Hermione mentally chastised herself. She figured it must have been the shock of seeing him in such a state that caused her to use his first name.
What had happened to him? Before the question had even formed properly in her mind she knew. Malfoy had been tortured by you-know-who and the death eaters. For quite a while by the looks of it.
She felt tears well up in her eyes at the thought of what he must have gone through. Luckily Malfoy�s eyes had closed again. No way was he seeing her cry. The disbelief of seeing such a self-righteous, conceited person reduced to this pathetic excuse for a human being began to fade.
Hermione watched as his gaunt body shook with obvious pain and before she knew what came over her, she had rushed forward with Mrs Weasley to take him from Snape. Thankfully George was overcome with the same instinct because although Malfoy was half his usual weight he was still rather tall and awkward to carry.
They worked together to take him into the room on the first floor that had become their makeshift infirmary. They laid him on one of the cots and rushed to gather Mrs Weasley�s medical supplies.
George was gaining disapproving grunts and glares from both Fred and Ron, which he shrugged off with a recognizable hand gesture. Thankfully, for him, Mrs Weasley was otherwise occupied. George flashed Hermione a conspiratorial grin. She returned it with one of her own, full of fondness. She had always assumed he was the considerate Weasley boy. This seemed to confirm it.
Harry, however, was watching from the corner with concerned eyes. His view of Malfoy had changed dramatically since that night on the tower.
As Mrs Weasley was the only one with any medi-witch training the rest of them listened to Snape as she examined Malfoy to assess the extent of his injuries.

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Hermione was so close to vomiting she could taste the bile. How was he still alive? The tale of torture and torment that Snape recounted was too horrible to be true. There couldn�t be people who would do that to another human being. It was then that Hermione made up her mind.
She was better than those homicidal lunatics. And she was not going to let a stupid reason stop her from being compassionate. She decided then and there that she would nurse Draco back to the proud, arrogant ass that he was.
She would get no thanks from him. That much she was certain of. But maybe, just maybe, when it mattered, karma would repay her.

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She was cleaning his wounds when he awoke. The hatred in his eyes she was expecting. The pain too. What she hadn�t counted on was the trust. He trusted her and he hated it. How could you be on the right side in a war if the other side was more likely to look after you than your own?
�Why are you here Granger?� He spat. �Shouldn�t your guard dogs have dragged you away from the big bad Malfoy?�
�Right now Malfoy, you�re about as scary as a week old kitten. And for your information, I don�t need their permission to do anything. If I did, you wouldn�t be looking at your new carer.�
�What the fuck are you on Granger? Surely you want to spend as little time with me as I do with you. Just send in the fat woman and go muddy up some other room with you presence.�
Reminding herself how fragile he was, she simply rinsed out her cloth and began washing another wound. She would have liked to strangle him with it but she was being the bigger person.
�No dice Malfoy. No one else wants to look after you. Couldn�t imagine why! You have SUCH a charming personality. Oh, and by the way, from now on, every swear word you utter is one anaesthetic charm I forget to use.�
It continued like that for a month. Then they started the painstaking rehabilitation. To put it nicely, his legs were screwed. Teaching someone to walk again isn�t easy. Especially when they won�t listen to a word that you say. Sometimes Hermione had Mrs. Weasley help her, sometimes George. Most of the time though no one wanted to be anywhere near Malfoy.
Still Hermione was there everyday, taking care of him and fighting with him. Though neither would admit it they fell into a comfortable routine and, when their sharp tongues were aimed together at something else, they even got along.
Mrs. Weasley had told Hermione that the chances of Malfoy�s legs returning to normal were slim to none. At least they were until she was told. Much to Malfoy�s disgust she worked him harder. He often complained about why she couldn�t just let him rot in bed where he belonged.
Her enthusiasm however was infectious. Soon he was just as determined to walk again as she was to help him. And although they both denied it when George walked in on it, the brief awkward hug they shared when he took his first unaided steps was pure triumphant mutual bliss.

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