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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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�If you don�t stop touching her, I�m going to rip you a new arsehole Malfoy.�
She knew that voice. The anger, the childishness and the slight hint of stupidity.
�Well Weasley, if you pulled your head out of your arse, you would see that it�s her that has my hand in a death grip. If you can loosen her damn fingers I would be more than happy to stop touching her.�
She knew that one too. The arrogance, the brooding and the subtle sexuality.
Oh Merlin, did she just think of Malfoy in that way. She sat up suddenly, only just realizing she had been lying down, and shook her head trying to dislodge those disturbing thoughts.
�It�s alive� drawled Malfoy, his indifference oozing out of his pores.
However when she looked up into his eyes she would have sworn she saw relief and maybe a little concern. This was new. However before Hermione had time to ponder this unsettling development, reality and the situation at hand reared their ugly heads.
�Mione are you ok? Did Malfoy do this? Do you want me to hurt him? What was wrong with you? You were just staring straight ahead and mumbling. Pomfrey said we just had to wait for you to snap out of it. Did Malfoy curse you? I�ll teach him a lesson if you want��
As she watched the redhead rant she was overcome with an incredible urge to slap the freckles off his face. The memories of the incident were far too raw for her to cope with, let alone deal with Ron�s idiocy on top of them.
She loved Ron dearly but the boy could be mentally and emotionally retarded ten ways to Saturday.

With gallant restraint Hermione let him know that Malfoy was innocent and that she was not in the mood to put up with his inanity. Okay, so maybe she was a little harsh. Looking at Ron�s face droop, she could almost hear Malfoy�s smirk.
She laid back down and closed her eyes, hoping to put everything in order. She liked order, order was good. Her lids shot open when a hand rested on her shoulder.
Ron, looking an awful lot like a naughty dog with his tail between his legs, had retreated. In his place stood Harry. Harry, whose gentle eyes, soft touch and quiet comfort, consoled her more than Ron�s macho protecting aggression ever could.
�Some guy tried to force himself on you, didn�t he?� Harry gently questioned.
Then as though he didn�t believe she would answer, Harry looked to Malfoy. As she watched the blond incline his head in affirmation, Hermione was thankful she didn�t have to say it.
Malfoy�s confirmation was all Ron needed to explode. His ranting about death to sex fiends and painful revenge had barely begun before Harry had uncharacteristically roared at him to shut up.
�Listen Potter, though it actually pains me to say this, I mean physically pains me, I agree with the weasel�
If she hadn�t already been lying down, those words coming out of Malfoy�s mouth would have forced her to.

As it was, judging by the look on his face, Hermione wasn�t entirely sure she shouldn�t scoot over and offer Harry a lie down. Ron, however, was doing his best impression of a purple goldfish.

Harry was the first to recover and gave Malfoy a look that she wasn�t meant to decode but which clearly translated to �Not now�. He then turned back to Hermione.
�Maybe we should leave you alone to get some rest.�
Hermione wasn�t sure that was such a good idea. Wasn�t sure she wanted to be left alone with the images that were still playing in the shadows of her mind.
�Besides, I�m sure Pomfrey has some tests she wants to do, to make sure you�re alright and to try and find out who the bastard was.�
And there it was. The one thing that just made this perfect night all that much better. She couldn�t let Pomfrey run those tests, couldn�t let anyone know who it was.
Hermione knew and it didn�t make anything better. Hell, he hadn�t even tried to hide his face. But the consequences of others finding out, especially Harry, were too horrible for her to even contemplate.
As Ron, still silently fuming, began to exit the room and Harry made movements to follow, Hermione felt a dull panic grip her body. Frantically thinking of a way to stop the whole stupid mess, it took her some time to realise that Harry had stopped his process of leaving and was now staring pointedly at a spot on the bed to her left.
She followed his gaze. It was then that Hermione realized she was holding Malfoy�s hand.

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What the fuck was he supposed to do now? Why the hell wouldn�t Granger snap out of it?
Draco considered slapping her. He had kind of wanted to since third year when he had received the same from her. And really who would blame him under the circumstances. She was mumbling like a mad woman, probably having some form of hysterics, he�d seen it done in muggle movies.
Somehow though, he couldn�t bring himself to do it. Sighing at his sudden softness, he consoled himself with the thought that, as soon as her bruises had healed and she regained her faculties, he would devote a great deal of time and energy into creating or recognising a situation in which slapping Granger would be an acceptable resolution.
Smiling at the thought, Draco took the only other course of action available to him. With some effort, he hoisted her over his shoulder and began the final leg to the infirmary.
Two seconds later the squeal that emerged from his mouth was decidedly girlish. Who would have thought that Granger�s hand brushing against his arse would warrant such a response? Or the heat rushing to his groin.
He decided it was a side affect of not getting any in a while. Pansy was withholding until he said those three little words. He hoped she liked waiting.
Ignoring the rare blush that had begun to colour his pale cheeks, Draco gave a quick look to make sure that no one had seen or heard the incriminating moment, then hurried on his way.
Making it to the infirmary in record time, Draco began calling out for that Pomfrey woman. After waiting all of five seconds and deciding that you just couldn�t get good help these days, he gave a moan of annoyance before moving to place Granger on one of the beds.
As he straightened up he suddenly felt a ridiculous amount of pressure on his right hand. Looking down Draco saw that, not only was Granger set on making him look, feel and act like an idiot unintentionally or otherwise, she now seemed determined to squeeze every drop of blood out of his hand.

He would have liked to say he tried to release her grip. Yes, Draco would have liked to say he recoiled in disgust but that would be lying. And although he was quite good at it, he was trying to limit the amount of times he resorted to such methods. Screw it� you tugged and tugged and she wouldn�t let go� you almost vomited from the contact� happy now, you loser?

He would have also liked to say that he didn�t panic when he felt the desperation and anguish in her grasp. But instead Draco got flustered, screamed for Pomfrey as loud as he could and then had a small heart attack when she appeared at his side. I am so ashamed!

Gaining back his calm, he told the matron the gist of what had occurred, suggested she summon McGonagall and the other members of the trio before asking in a very detached and entirely unconcerned way, if Granger was going to be alright.
After giving Granger a quick scan, announcing that physically she was fine and that she just needed time to get her head in order, Pomfrey rushed off to notify the others.
Strangely enough Draco liked the woman; no nonsense that one. Efficient and competent. However his faith in her abilities did nothing to quell the inexplicable fear he felt for Granger�s wellbeing.
What if it was his fault? Maybe he should have gotten her here quicker. The countless moments that had caused delay replayed in his mind. Potter would have his head on a plate for this.
Looking down at Granger, he almost wasn�t sure he shouldn�t perform the decapitation himself and leave Potter an I.O.U one bossy bookworm note. It would be easier and at least then he wouldn�t have to put up with Weasley�s ranting.
Suddenly the subjects of Draco�s musings came storming through the infirmary doors, almost tripping over each other in their efforts to reach Granger�s bedside. Idiots! As the doors closed he glimpsed McGonagall, talking with Pomfrey, in the hallway. Probably discussing whether or not to wake Snape.
With the thought of the former potions master came a new, intensely disturbing one. Was this whole thing a death eater plot? Abusing young girls was certainly their style but wouldn�t he have heard about it, been offered the job? Snape and he needed to have a chat.
So absorbed was Draco in his own thoughts that he almost missed Weasley�s threat. But years of conditioned comebacks served him well. He could practically see the cogs turning as the prat tried to think of a retaliation. Thankfully they were all saved from an IQ lowering comment by a suddenly very alert Granger.

Thank Merlin she�s okay� I was so worried! Wait, no I wasn�t. Quick say something witty and rude. Cover! Cover! Cover!

Draco thought he had gotten away with his momentary lack of sanity but when Granger�s eyes met his own he could tell that she sensed something out of place. Truthfully he was just happy to see the light back in them, highlighting the chocolate specks scattered in the cinnamon� OooooK Draco, too much time spent with Granger.

Luckily Weasley chose that exact moment to showcase the extent of his birth induced brain damage. Seriously, what sort of moron would harass someone who looked like death warmed up? And really, like he had anything to do with it. Draco was about to tell Weasley just where he could shove his accusations when Granger decided to speak up.

�Ronald Bilius Weasley! If you don�t stop carrying on this instant I will be forced to owl your mother to inform her that her son saw fit to irritate me during this rather inappropriate moment. And I am sure that not even you are silly enough to believe that Malfoy would perform such a despicable act and then stick around to be blamed for it. Either quit being so immature or get out!�
Suck that Weasley! Watching that stupid git being put in his place was worth getting involved in this whole mess. Smirking to himself, Draco watched the changing of the guard. Maybe Potter would have more luck.
Well, at least Granger didn�t look like she was going to curse scar head. That was a start. But then he asked the question Granger shouldn�t have to answer. So Draco, begrudgingly, caught Potter�s eye and answered for her.

Unsurprisingly the slight nod of his head caused a rather violent reaction from the sulking Weasley. What was more of a shock was that Potter seemed to actually grow a pair.
�For the love of Merlin! Shut up!�

As much as he was enjoying �pick on Ron� day, Draco felt obliged to mention that he thought the redhead might actually have a point. I think I vomited a little in my mouth.
If anyone was going to make Granger miserable it was going to be him. He had been working on his technique for years. She was his to torture and he was going to make such an example of that scum so that no one would dare to lay a finger on her ever again. Hanged, drawn and quartered in the great hall was sounding really good right now.
Once the colour had returned to Potter�s face, it became apparent that this was a subject best broached at a later time. And fair enough. Granger had been through too much already.
When the decision was made to leave the room, Draco was more than happy to oblige. However a renewed increase in pressure reminded him that his hand was still being held prisoner by Granger�s. While trying to think of a subtle way to free it, he noticed that Potter�s sudden fixation with their entwined hands had caught Granger�s attention. It became obvious that she was unaware of the situation.
Draco expected her to withdraw her hand in embarrassment. Instead her grip became impossibly tighter. And when her head turned and Granger�s eyes found his, they screamed a simple unmistakable message, �DON�T LEAVE ME�.

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Unfortunately this fic is now on an indefinite hiatus.
Sorry guys but my Harry Potter muse just up and died on me. I really can�t seem to write it anymore, no matter how hard I try. Trust me, I�m as disappointed as you. While writing this I grew so close to the characters and story. It kills me that it�s not finished. But I am not giving up, nor am I losing faith. I WILL finish this one day. I SWEAR! I�m just not sure when�
A huge thank you to everyone who has reviewed, favourited, followed this story. Your support was awesome and I am so sorry to let you down. Hopefully I will be able to make it up to you some time soon.
Kindest regards,

Jade xx
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