Looking for the Good

A/N - I may be awhile before I can update as Finals week are starting for me, so enjoy when i can update :)





The door to the Head Boy and Girl's common room flew open as a very brassed off Hermione Granger was stamping to her room to vent. She had proposed a small recon mission for the Order, one that she desperately wanted to participate in, and it had been shot down because she wasn't an Auror yet and was deemed "too dangerous" for her to do. Hermione went to the door of her room and grumbled out the password, "Cinnamon Centipedes" before huffing into the room and slamming the door.



Draco peeked his head out of his room and saw Hermione stamping her feet before she entered her room. He shook his head, and started to close his door back when several loud crashing noises made him pause and rush over to Hermione's door.



"Granger, what the bloody hell are you doing in there?" he called out above the sound of what was obviously a very upset witch throwing things around her room.



"Keep your nose out of my bloody business you FERRET FACED GIT!" was the reponse he got through the heavy door followed by the sound of some glass breaking. Draco huffed at the insult.



"Well EXCUSE me, Ms. Throw a Tantrum like a TODDLER when I don't GET MY WAY!" he shouted back through the door, turning to leave. The door swung open and Hermione stepped out, eyes flashing and her hair wild about her face. He turned to offer more banter but immedately stopped his comments when he saw that she had tears in her eyes. "What's wrong, Granger?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.



"They will not let me do a recon to discover who was behind Ginny and Ron's death, that's what's wrong!" she almost shrieked, her face flushing with anger. "They say I can't do anything like that until I complete Auror training and that it is TOO DANGEROUS for the likes of me! THE LIKES OF ME??? THEY ARE ONLY SAYING THAT BECAUSE I AM A MUGGLE-BORN!!" her voice had increased in volume loud enough to make Draco wince.



"Granger...Hermione...please, just calm down. You are busting my eardrums like some type of banshee!" Draco bit out, rubbing his ears.



"CALM DOWN??? YOU EXPECT ME TO CALM DOWN??" she shrieked even louder, slamming her door in his face so hard that a portrait of a fairy lounging on a flower hanging above her doorway fell off. The fairy was none too pleased with that and chittered in her high pitched voice as Draco sighed, and pulled out his wand. "Windgaurdium Leviosa," he muttered, doing the appropriate swish and flick to make the portrait leviate back to its hanging place. The fairy sniffed and settled back down on her flower, still looking brassed off. Draco pinched the bridge of his nose, because he could feel a serious stress migraine coming on.



"Listen, Granger, I'm sorry they won't let you do the mission, but you have to also take into account that you are one of Voldemort's number one targets at the moment. What would the Order do if something would happen to you?" he called out through her door, kind of glad that the sound of breaking things was no longer coming through it. "You are important to the Order, Hermione, with your brains and spell-making abilities. They can't afford to lose that. Harry can't afford to lose that either.



Again the door burst open, revealing a still pretty brassed off Hermione. "So they are delaying investigation on Ron and Ginny's death because I'M SMART!!!" she shrieked. Draco winced and pinched the bridge of his nose again. It seemed like nothing was going to get through to her. He just stood there as she had about a ten minute tirade before she finally took deep breath.



"Are you finished now?" he asked quietly, folding his arms over his chest. Hermione nodded; her voice was pretty much gone anyways. "Then you stay here in the common room while I get some house elves to clean up the damages, and order us some dinner. I'm starving," he took her gently by the elbow and lead her to the sofa. "Sit!" he commanded softly, and she complied, just too tired to even argue anymore. He went to his rooms for a moment and returned with a potion vial. "Drink this, it will help your throat, and DON'T immediately start shrieking again because you could cause serious damage to your vocal cords," he put the vial in her hand and went over to the floo to get the house elves up to the room. Hermione complied, feeling ashamed for the way she had been acting, but it was so damned unfair that she could do nothing while the killers of her friends were scott free. Tears began to pour from her eyes.



Draco turned around when he saw that she was weeping and went over to the couch and immediately wrapped her up in his arms. "Don't worry Granger, we will find who did this, I promise," he said as she cried. "I have to say though, I haven't heard screaming of that caliber since Pansy thought I was shagging some little second year, earlier this school term," Draco chuckled a bit.



"Draco, I just don't know what to do. I feel so helpless," Hermione whispered as he rocked her gently, as if she were a child. She pulled away slightly and looked up at him, worrying her bottem lip between her teeth.



Draco swallowed at the strange feelings in his chest against as he looked at her. "I...understand, Granger," he said getting up from the couch quickly as house elves popped into the room. Hermione felt a little disappointed that he had gotten elves to clean her mess, but she was just so exhausted, she didn't think she could clean it up on her own. She curled up on the couch and quickly drifted off into sleep, as she hadn't slept well in the past several weeks. Her body was just exhausted and it had temporarily shut itself off. Draco looked over at the sleeping witch and paused to put a light blanket overtop of her so she wouldn't get cold.



"Bloody chit," he whispered, shaking his head, and turning back to the elves. "Just....repair anything that is broken," he muttered, walking back to his room and closing the door gently, so he wouldn't wake her up. "When did I turn into a bloody nice guy?" he shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose again.