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My Savior	By : ShelbieRae Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 9298 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: Alright y’all, in this chapter we are finally going to get to some good Veela action. Are you as excited as I am?!
Hermione ambled slowly beside Malfoy as they trekked down the halls, searching for anyone who may be trying to cause any kind of trouble. The walk beside him had been painfully awkward up until now, and Hermione could barely stand it anymore. She wracked her brain for anything she could use to make conversation. Why she even wanted to make conversation with Malfoy of all people in the first place, she had no idea, but she decided that she would try.
“So, what made you decide to come back to Hogwarts,” she inquired.
Draco jumped and looked at her out of the corner of his eye. Why was she trying to talk to him? He was perfectly content to pretend that she didn’t exist and that his body didn’t hum while she was near. One could say that Draco was most certainly in denial.
However, he decided that he should humor her and answer, that way she may shut her trap and leave him alone once her curiosity was laid to rest.
“Personal reasons,” he drawled with a bored look on his face.
Hermione shot him a glare and rolled her eyes. Of course, he wasn’t going to cooperate or be nice to her. Why should she expect anything else?
Draco’s annoyance peaked when she began to ignore him, and refused to retort. He was aware of the fact that his goal had originally been to, in fact, make her leave him alone, but something in his baser nature was telling him that he did not like it all when she ignored him. Almost as if he craved her attention.
This thought startled Draco, and he felt the need to reply to her sarcastically, lest she think he had lost his touch, “Where are Weaselbee and Pothead? I figured they would both be here, up your arse, as per usual.”
Fury filled her eyes, and Draco smirked in satisfaction. Ah, yes. This was normal; this was the right dynamic between the two.
“Do NOT call them that, Malfoy! They happen to be in Auror training, thank you very much. More than I could say for you, beings as you are here, looking as lost about your future as ever,” she spit.
Pain flashed through Draco’s body at her insult, though his mind was telling him that he should be furious at her for having the audacity to speak to him that way. Thoroughly confused about the reaction his was experiencing, he decided that he would respond with equal venom.
“No need to get your knickers in a twist! It’s not my fault that the only two blocks that want to come sniffing around your pants are half-wits.”
Hermione’s jaw practically hit the floor at his assumption. How dare he!
“You foul, evil git! They’re my best friends! I-I would never,” she sputtered indignantly.
Draco’s eye widened in shock, partly because he was shocked that she had not been with at least one of the Golden Trio, and also because of the thought that crossed his mind the minute she said she hadn’t been: he was relieved.
What? What in Godric’s name?
Why was he relieved of all things? Why did he care if the Book Worm had been with one of those two or anyone else at all for that matter.
His eyes widened even more as another possibility crossed his mind. Was Granger, Miss-Good-Two-Shoes, a virgin? As his mind pondered the possibility, the primal part deep inside Draco growled with satisfaction. Shocked by this reaction, he tried desperately to bury it.
Hermione’s eyes narrowed, and a look of apprehension crossed her face.
“What’s with that look, Malfoy?” she questioned cautiously.
A sinister, evil smile spread across Malfoy’s face, and he looked like the cat that ate the canary.
Hermione’s steps faltered at his look, and she put a little more distance between her and the ferret.
After several moments, Malfoy spoke up, “You’re a virgin, aren’t you Granger?” he asked casually.
Hermione bristled. He said the word almost as if it were a dirty word, as if he were uttering another word that he called her not so long ago. A word that was etched into her arm for the rest of her life. Hermione saw red.
She reared back, and for the for the second time in her life, her hand made contact with the face of Draco Malfoy.
Draco would later admit he should have seen it coming. He should have known she wouldn’t just grin and bear the insulting question that had fractured his heart to utter with such animosity.
The sting of her hit didn’t register until Draco was already good and furious with her. He was about to retaliate, and her a piece of his mind, but she beat him to it.
“That is absolutely NONE of your business Draco Malfoy! How dare you! Just because you can’t find a disgusting Mudblood like me attractive, doesn’t mean that other people don’t! I thought you had changed, but I was wrong. You’re still the same pathetic, hateful little boy who is nothing without the power of his name to hide behind!” Hermione screeched in his face and stalked away, leaving Draco doubled over in pain, clutching the wall for support.
He didn’t think that his heart could hurt this much, in fact for years he had been certain that he didn’t have a heart, but it felt as though someone had a vice around his. Through his blurry vision, he watched Granger stalk down the hall and turn a corner, and he could not shake the feeling that he was very deep in trouble indeed.
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Hermione could not remember being more furious in her entire life. Surely she had been at plenty other moments, but currently, all she could think about was finishing Mad-Eye’s job from fourth year, and permanently making Malfoy the ferret he deserve very much to be.
Hermione turned another corner, completely lost in thought, and ran into a solid chest. When she looked up, she inwardly groaned at the sight of whose head was attached to said chest.
Cormac McLaggen was staring down at her with an arrogant smirk.
“Granger! What brings you here so late at night?” he mused while wrapping his arms around her body, which was still pressed up against his.
Hermione quickly and forcefully detached herself from McLaggen before answering. “I’m patrolling tonight, McLaggen, and you are out past curfew. I’m going to have to take 5 points from Gryffindor for this.”
McLaggen just stared at her lazily. “You don’t want to take points from your own house do you, Granger?” he said in what he probably thought was a seductive voice.
Hermione rolled her eyes and answered, “McLaggen, I can’t favor my own house. You’re breaking the rules, so you have to be punished.”
McLaggen’s smirk widened at her words, “Oh, I would love for you to punish me, Hermione,” he crooned as he took a step forward.
Hermione was immediately on alert. She could not believe that McLaggen had the gall to talk to her this way! She began reaching for her wand that was in the back of her jeans, but the minute her hand closed around it, McLaggen grabbed her and slammed her against the wall, knocking her wand out of her hands.
“Do you know how long I’ve watch you, you little tease,” he breathed in her face, “strutting around, swinging your hips. You know this is what you want. Your body language says it all.”
Hermione cried out and struggled against him, but he just held her fast. His lips were descending on hers, and were inches away when she heard a ferocious roar from down the hall.
“Get your hands off of her!” a voice that she barely recognized commanded.
A second later McLaggen was ripped off of her and thrown on the ground, with Malfoy standing over him. Hermione stood still in shock, and watched as McLaggen’s face contorted in horror while looking at Malfoy.
“If you come near her again, I will KILL you. She is MINE!” Draco growled while towering over McLaggen menacingly. His voice was so low and so deadly that Hermione barely caught the last thing he said.
Hermione finally snapped out of her daze right as Malfoy’s hands were heading for McLaggen’s throat. “Malfoy!” she cried out.
He head whipped around with a growl, and Hermione could see exactly why McLaggen had been terrified. Malfoy’s once grey eyes were glowing silver, and his teeth had elongated into fangs that extended past his lips. Once he realized who it was that called his name, his expression softened and he straightened.
As he began to walk towards her, McLaggen saw this as his cue to leave. He scrambled up from the floor, and high-tailed it down the hallway.
Hermione could not tear her gaze away from Malfoy’s face. What was happening to him? She had never seen someone’s face contort this way. His hand came up and touched her cheek gently, a small smile gracing his lips. Hermione jumped at the contact and the bolt of electricity that seemed to emit from the place where his hand met her cheek and spread throughout her entire body.
Hermione was wondering briefly if she should take Malfoy to Madame Pompfrey, when he collapsed onto the floor. A small shriek came from her mouth, and she dropped to the floor next to him. After quickly examining him, she found that he had no injuries, he just seemed to have passed out.
Quickly making a decision, she stood up and grabbed her wand from its place on the floor. She carefully levitated Draco’s body, and began to walk down the hallway with him in tow. While on her way to the common room they shared, her mind was deep in thought. So much so, that she kept hitting Draco’s head on several doorways. Surprisingly, it did not wake the grumpy Slytherin, just made him grumble in what seemed to be a deep slumber.
She had no idea what had happened to him. It was almost as if he turned into some kind of….creature.
Hermione elected to do what she always did when she didn’t know something: she was going to go to the library.
Once she reached her common room, she gave the password and carefully brought Draco inside. She navigated him, albeit with some difficulty, up the stairs to his bedroom. Once there, she bit her lip in thought for a moment before opening the door and letting herself inside.
The design of his bedroom shocked her. There were very few green elements; most of the décor was in shades of black and grey. Shockingly enough, the room was very tidy and organized. Hermione was used to seeing the dormitory of Ron and Harry, who were both slobs. It was refreshing, to say the very least, to see that not all men were content to live in pig sties.
On his desk, there was a picture of Draco and a regal looking female version of him that Hermione recognized as Narcissa Malfoy. Draco was looking at her with affection, and Narcissa seemed to be actually laughing at something. Hermione didn’t think she had ever seen either one of them look so relaxed.
She gently lowered Malfoy onto the bed and pulled the covers over his body. He turned over and snuggled into one of the pillows and Hermione chuckled gently. It was almost…cute. He looked so peaceful while sleeping, which was such a drastic change compared to his usual scowl of disapproval and general unhappiness that he wore every day.
“Mione..” he mumbled softly and hugged the pillow harder.
Hermione froze. Surely she had heard him wrong. There was no way he had just whispered her name in his sleep. She stood still for a few moments, and when he didn’t speak again, she convinced herself that she was just hearing things. She backed out of the room slowly and closed the door.
Hermione was not usually one for breaking rules, but she felt as though this was a dire situation. She bemoaned the fact that she had hoped for a rule-breaking free year with Harry and Ron nowhere near, but just accepted it. If she was living with a creature, she needed to know what she was up against, especially if that creature was Malfoy.
Hermione settled herself down at her favorite table, and surrounded by her favorites sights and smells, she set to work doing research. She was up for several hours, pouring over books about magical creatures. She was about to give up, when she came across a passage about Veelas.
As she read on, her eyes widened and her heart constricted in shock.
She knew exactly what had happened tonight.
A/N: I know, I know. Long chapter and a cliffhanger. I just really wanted to get some Veela action in and start building towards a confrontation we all know is coming, especially now that our favorite book worm knows exactly what is going on.
While waiting for the next chapter, feel free to visit my page and read some of the one-shots I’ve written for the fandom!
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