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My Savior	By : ShelbieRae Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 9298 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own harry Potter, and I make no profit from this story.

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A/N: Chapter 7 is here! I’m slowly trying to move in the direction of romance, but with these two it must be slow-going, unfortunately, or it feels unreal. Enjoy!
Draco woke up that morning around 3 am to the sound of horrific cries coming from Hermione’s room. Without even thinking or realizing what was making him do it, Draco sprung out of bed and ran to her room to see what the commotion was.
He came into the room in a flurry of panic only to see Hermione writhing around in her bed, sheets tangled, a sheen of sweat covering her body. Something inside Draco snapped and he ran to her side to wake her and protect her from whatever was frightening her.
He wrapped his arms around her and tried to still her movements. She fought back for quite a while but eventually calmed down. Slowly, she opened her eyes and mumbled, “Harry?” Draco froze. An immense pain flashed through his chest but he kept his face impassive and untouched. When she was finally coherent, she widened her eyes and said, “Oh! I’m sorry Malfoy. I didn’t mean to wake you.” She blushed profusely, “Nor did I mean to call you Harry. I’m just so used to him waking me up from these night terrors.”
Draco’s face softened and he murmured, “It’s okay. If you don’t mind me asking, what are your nightmares about?” Hermione looked down and refused to meet Malfoy’s eye.
“I really don’t think you need to ask Malfoy.” she murmured. Draco stopped breathing, and closed his eyes to try to calm down. He knew precisely what she was talking about. His damned, psychotic aunt, and her blatant hate for Hermione’s blood.
Without realizing it, Draco had begun crying. Hermione was shocked, and without thinking, she lifted her finger up to Draco’s smooth face, and wiped the tears off his cheek. Draco’s eye shot open, and he jumped back a few inches, releasing Hermione.
Hermione was shocked at her actions and began stuttering, “I’m sorry, I--I didn’t mean--”, Draco cut her off with a sneer, “It’s fine, I am just not used to...being touched.”
They sat there awkwardly for a few moments staring at one another. Finally, Draco spun on his heels and walked back to his room without another word.
To say that Hermione was confused would be an understatement. Malfoy had actually looked concerned when she woke from her terrible nightmare. What was more, the stupid git actually had the decency to look pained and ashamed when he realized his aunt was the star of her terrors. If that wasn’t enough to put Hermione in cardiac arrest from shock, the bloody wanker had begun crying.
Then a thought hit Hermione that she had not considered. Had Draco changed? Did he actually feel regret about what had happened during the war? And what was this suddenly calling him Draco business?
Hermione shook her head and resolved that she would forget this ridiculous business for now and just try to get back to sleep.
Unfortunately, sleep never reclaimed Hermione, and at 6:30 am she went downstairs to take a bath before class. When she stepped into the bathroom however, she found that it was already occupied by the other inhabitant of the dormitory. Malfoy was floating in the huge bathtub that took up a majority of their bathroom.
Hermione squeaked in surprise and tried to run out of the bathroom, but she tripped over her own feet and fell with a hard SMACK.
Draco heard a large thud from the corner of the bathroom and whipped around in his bath. There on the floor, lay Hermione. Draco’s heart and stomach both seized in pain, and before he knew what he was doing, he had lept out of the bath and ran to her side.
Her face was reddened with embarrassment, but she didn’t look hurt much to Draco’s relief. Still, he felt the need to confirm this. “Are you alright?”, he asked breathlessly.
She looked up at him startled. Then she took in the fact that he had not bother to put any clothing on before jumping out of the bath and was stark naked. Her eyes widened briefly as they settled on his male nether regions and then they quickly returned to his face.
Draco quickly covered himself the best he could with his hands and had the decency to look chagrined. Several emotions flicked over Hermione’s face as he stood there awkwardly, but it seemed that she finally decided on anger.
“Malfoy you slimy git! I’m fine. I do, however, recall us agreeing upon a bathroom schedule that assured me that you would not be in the bathroom in the morning!”
Draco was taken aback to say the least. He had just jumped out of his nice bath to make sure she was alright AND embarrassed himself for Christ’s sake. The fact that she was yelling at him for this right now was bollocks and he intended to inform her of the fact.
“Well excuse me Granger, I didn’t mean to inconvenience you in any way. I didn’t intend to be in your way. I just couldn’t sleep after you woke me up with your incessant whining and crying. But I’ll leave you alone.”, he retaliated coldly.
With that Malfoy stomped out of the room and up to his private quarters. Hermione was shocked and then angered. How dare he! She had had absolutely no intention of waking him up last night, she could not control the extent of her reactions to her nightmares. And it wasn’t like she had asked him to come to her rescue.
She picked herself up off the ground and stomped up Malfoy’s staircase to give him a piece of her mind. He didn’t immediately answer when she knocked on his door; she kept knocking until he finally swung the door open with unnecessary force. He was now halfway dressed in a pair of trousers and his hair was tousled and still wet.
“Can I help you Granger?” he snapped at her.
She opened her mouth to give him a piece of her mind but she stopped dead when she glanced down at his arm. There, on his forearm, was a symbol that had caused so much pain and suffering. The Dark Mark had faded slightly, but it was still extremely visible. Hermione could not take her eyes off of it.
Before she knew what her body had in mind, she was lifting her hand towards his arm. Malfoy also seemed froze in place. When her hand finally made contact with his arm, a large electric shock seemed to hit both of them and they jumped apart.
Malfoy looked stunned at first, and then it became anger. He advanced on her until she was backed up against the wall and his face was inches from hers. Hermione’s breath caught in her throat, but she refused to back down. She would not be intimidated by him. Therefore, she straightened herself up and looked him straight in the eye.
Malfoy’s next words were so deadly quiet that Hermione almost didn’t hear him.
“Don’t ever touch me again.”
With that he slammed the door in the face of a very stunned Hermione. Hermione walked down the stairs in a dazed state. When she arrived back at her room, she began getting ready for her day.
When she walked back down the stairs to the common room, she noticed that Malfoy had already left. With that knowledge in her mind, she breathed a sigh of relief and made her way down to the Great Hall to grab some breakfast.
Hermione could not understand why she acted the way she did. She should have been disgusted. That mark was used as a campaign against her own kind. It had been linked to the darkest wizard in the world. Why was her blood not boiling with hatred for the man she was forced to share a living quarters with?
Could it be because of the look of pain that had flashed in his eyes when she had noticed the mark? Could she have possibly seen regret?
Hermione shook her head to clear her thoughts. What was wrong with her? This was Draco Malfoy, and she had just justified his decisions. Even though these thoughts were coursing through her mind, she could not find the familiar hatred that usually lay there.
By the time Hermione reached the Great Hall, she was more confused than ever. She sat down next to Ginny numbly and began making her plate for breakfast. Ginny immediately noticed that Hermione was being quiet and looked at her skeptically.
“What’s going on Hermione? Did that stupid git do something to upset you? You know I’ll wring his neck if you need me to.” Ginny was looking more agitated the further she got into her speech.
Hermione bit her lip and paused before answering. Did she want to tell Ginny about the way Malfoy had been acting? She needed someone to talk to. She didn’t understand what was going on herself. Maybe Ginny could offer her some insight.
“Gin, I’m so confused!” Hermione moaned in frustration, “Malfoy has been acting so….weird.”
A look of anger flashed across the face of the red head, and Hermione knew that she only had about .5 seconds before Ginny flew off the handle and hexed Malfoy’s bollocks into oblivion.
“He hasn’t been overly mean or git-like,” Hermione said quickly, “he’s been…nice and, Gods help me, almost agreeable.”
Ginny wore a stunned look on her face for a few moments before bursting out into laughter. Tears were running down Ginny’s face by the time she was done, and Hermione was shooting her a glare that could have withered the Whomping Willow.
“This is MALFOY we’re talking about ‘Mione. He’s not nice, or cordial, he’s a git. A big slimy one. You’ve gone mad if you perceive his actions to be anything but a way to get to you.”
Hermione had to admit that Ginny had a point. Draco had never given her a reason to believe that he was capable of being a decent person.
Wait.
When did he become Draco?
Merlin, she really was losing her mind. Somewhere between walking in on each other while bathing, and waking up to his face after on her nightmares, he had become Draco in her subconscious mind.
Hermione did not have time to sit and process what this meant, as it was almost time for class. She groaned as she realized that she may not even get the chance to process this new information until her head hit the pillow tonight, because she had not an ounce of free time until then. Her mood further soured when she realized that tonight was the first round of patrols for her and Malfoy.
Salazar’s rod, she was in for a long and confusing night.
A/N: I know, it’s a cliffhanger, but I wanted to build up some suspense. (Plus I’m also on my break at work, updating the story). Enjoy!
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