Broken Home

A/N-Just wanted to thank you all for your reviews, i am not gunna tell you nothin!! Noootthing! your gunna have to read and figure everything out on your own:P

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And onto the story!!!!

Chapter 2

He still didn't let go. Instead he started backing her up towards the wall.

Slowly.

There was definatly something weird about this situation. The more trapped she felt, the more she begin to panic. 'Any girl would!' he said to himself. 'Not like this' his mind fought 'She is becoming frantic for no reason.'

Hermione looked up, utterly shocked. She seen in his eyes a desire, she wasn't sure what it was for. She didn't really want to find out. Panic started to rise in her throat. She started to push him back, well tried to anyway. He just kept shunting her towards the wall. Once he had her pinned there he wasn't sure what to do anymore. Hermione was pushing at his chest, weakly, and tears were starting to stream out of her chocolate eyes and down her cheeks.

He decided to leave it at this for now. He turned around and walked away.

"I'll find out whats wrong with you, you know that right?" he asked her. More concerned then he would like to admit.

"I highly doubt that." she said through her tears and ran up to her bedroom.

******In Hermiones Room*******

'He cannot know can he? Just from touching my arm? Nooo way!'

Hermione sat on her bed, confused, trying to figure out a way to convince him otherwise.

She couldn't heal the bruises or the cuts, they wouldn't heal properly because they were from a traumatic experiance, so she wouldn't be able to hide those until they went away with their own accord, which usually took quite a while. Unfortunatley, by the time they went away she would probably have to go back home to "visit" with her step-father for the weekend and the bruises would be back, probably moreso after not being able to see her for such a while.

'This is a problem..' She thought, as she looked over her body in the mirror on the wall.

******In Malfoys Room******

'How am I going to find out? I have a sincere feeling that no one else is going to have any idea. Potty and the Weasel are way to thick to figure ANYTHING out. Ohhh I know!!'

Draco crossed the bathroom to Hermiones door.

*Knock Knock*

"What?" Hermione snapped.

"Can I come in?" Malfoy asked about a second before flinging open the door.

Hermione looked as though she had hastily stuffed herself into her bed. The blankets pulled up to her chin.

"What do you want Malfoy?" she asked harshly.

"I'm just letting you know that I am going down to the Slytherin common room to catch up with some of my friends." He said.

"Wonderful" Hermione said dryly.

Malfoy shrugged and walked away, closing the door completely before going back to his own room.

He locked himself inside his room and put a charm on his door, much like the effect of one way glass. He could see her but she couldn't see him.

He sat cross legged on the floor and waited...

Less than 15 minutes later Hermione walked into the bathroom in a robe. Her arms and legs were bare, and there was dark purpleish bruises on them. Draco held his breath. She walked to the shower and started it. She then walked to the long and wide mirror above the two sinks and let her robe fall. Draco let out his breath in a slow hiss. She had dark bruises everywhere! on her ribs, her thighs, her stomach..Everywhere. She was inspecting herself in the mirror and frowning. Tears started to course slowly down her cheeks and she turned towards the shower.

Climbing slowly in.

Letting the hot water mingle with her tears.

Draco probably would have been aroused, if he had not been looking at the scratches and bruises on his enemies body. He couldn't help feeling sympathy towards the girl. He also felt quite ashamed of himself.

'I will find out what happened' He vowed to himself as he took the charm off of his door.

'Now how am I to go about letting her know that I know?'

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He walked slowly down the stairs and sat on the couch. His face serious.

'How can I ask her about it without admitting I spied on her?'

As if on cue Hermione came down the stairs. She was wearing shorts and a t-shirt. She was walking gingerly. The hot shower had most definalty not relieved the aches and pains in her body. They may even have worsened them.

She stopped dead. 'SHIT!'

Draco spun around and looked at her, his face instantly crumpling into a worried look. 'Don't let her know your worried!!' His face quickly set itself into indifference.

"I thought you went to the Slytherin's room" she said accusingly, backing away slowly.

"I changed my mind." he said simply.

"Stop Granger!" he said, swiftly walking towards her.

She was shaking her head, looking thoroughly terrified.

He grabbed onto her wrist and pulled her arm upwards. The tears in her eyes started again. 'Stop crying Hermione, stop!" she told herself. 'Tell him something stupid, you were running and tripped, you fell down the stairs, ANYTHING! But if you are crying he will know you are lying.'

"Whats with all the bruises?" he asked her.

"Oh..I..Uhm..Fell." she said lamely.

'Great job Hermione..real convincing'

He looked at her, 'Okay, I'll play along for now.'

"That must have been quite the fall."

"Yes, it was. Down the stairs actually."

'There!! That was much better!..uh oh..he has that look'

"The stairs huh?" Draco glanced down at her legs, then he suddenly grabbed onto her shirt and lifted it ever so slightly, revealing a large cut he hadn't seen eariler. His shock was genuine.

"Was there nails on it or something?"

"Uhm..Yes."

He started pulling her towards the couch.

"Granger you might as well stop lying. This is not from stairs."

"Yes, it is" She insisted.

"If these were simply bruises from falling down the stairs why didn't you just heal them?"

'Shit..'

"Well, as you know Malfoy, you can't use magic outside of school, and I simply haven't had the time to do it yet." she lied quickly.

"Okay, well just do it now. I'll watch, I've always wanted to see your powers anyway." 'It won't work'

"Fine I will." she said. 'Shit shit shit shit!!!! Im caught!!!'

Defeated.

He would know now that it was something traumatic, and he would question her about it.

She muttered the incantation and pointed her wand at one of the bruises on her arm.

It didn't go away.

Instead it turned an ugly shade of yellow.

Draco's stormy gray eyes looked into Hermiones chocolate brown ones.

"Well that didn't work." he said, pointing out the obvious.

Tears started to well in her eyes again. 'He can't figure this out!' she told herself frantically. 'He will tell everyone and then I will really be in trouble'

"Please Hermione. Tell me. Trust me."

'Did I just call her Hermione?'

Hermione scoffed.

"Trust you? Why the hell would I trust you? Nobody in their right mind should trust you. You're a conniving, back-stabbing evil git."

Those words struck home with Draco.

"Her--Granger, you are in pain. You know that with traumatic bruises, if you tell someone they go away much faster right? Just tell me, it's for both of our sake."

"Both of our sake? How does it help you in anyway?"

'"Well it doesn't exactly help me. It just helps me help you."

"I don't want, nor need, your help."

"Honestly..I think you do need my help. Take one good look at yourself. Tell me that you can take care of yourself. Im pretty sure I can figure out what happened. But by who? for how long? what EXACTLY has happened? I can't just guess. What if I'm completely wrong? Im not that person anymore! You may not believe me but I'm not. I've changed..."

She simply shook her head. She didn't make to move. Draco kept talking.

"Do Harry and Ron know any of this?" he ask, gesturing to her body.

Again, she shook her head, tears now falling off of her chin.

"Please, Hermione. Tell me."

'Shit I called her Hermione again!! I need to stop doing that. I don't care! I just need to know! if I dont know its only going to bother me!!'

"Look" she said, "All you need to know, is that Harry and Ron know nothing. Nobody knows nothing, except me and him, and I want to keep it that way!."

"Him? Him who?"

"Stop pushing it Malfoy. It's none of your damn business." She pulled herself up, wincing, and walked back to her room.

Draco sat on the couch for another hour. Pondering the circumstances. Was he changing? Did he actually care, or was he just trying to tell himself that he didn't? Right now it felt as though he did.