The Lioness and the Wolf

Sad but Not Sorry

Hermione went to the only person who would understand. Her friend's flat. She nocked on the door and a familiar platinum blonde figure came to the door and opened it. Draco Malfoy stood staring at a distraught Hermione Granger. After the initial shock he picked up Hermione bridal style. she rested her head on her chest and sobbed the sobs shaking her petite body. He set her on the his couch and held her till her sobs slowed.

Draco cautiously asked her  "Hermione, what happened?" A fresh set of tears came over the poor heart sick girl. " I can't help if you don't tell me what happened." 

" I know. It just hurts to remember." she said between sobs.

"Nothing can hurt you now." He said soothingly. He stroked her abundance of brown curls. 

" My father," she started "he disapproves of our growing friendship. He told me I was no longer his daughter and slapped me across the face-" but at that instance she was cut off.

"HE did WHAT?" Draco screamed while standing up abruptly. His face red with rage. HIs teeth were gritting and his mind was racing with ideas of revenge to make Hermione's father pay for what he did to his precious Hermione.

"Draco Lucius Malfoy sit down." Hermione said sternly. He reluctantly sat down seeing she was now incredible serious.

" Let me get revenge." He begged. form his voice she could tell he was in a fit of passionate rage.

"Please you aren't in the right mind let your passion boil down before you do something rash." The red eyed girl said quietly. He complied and sat holding her. His beautiful brown eyed lover.

"Dear," Draco said breaking the silence  "what do you want to do?"

"I don't know," Hermione replied soberly" I have no where to go until term starts at Hogwarts." 

"You can stay here I have plenty of space, but can you tell me one thing? Why did you come here you have Weasel's place?" She blushed a deep crimson. 

" Well you see," She blushed harder " you were the first person I thought of..."

"Oh..." He said as the words sunk in. Truthfully he had always admired Granger. He loved her petite feminine body, her brown hair, her intelligence, her smile, her bold personality, and her incredible empathy. She was perfect.

"Draco?" Hermione asked nervous of what he would say.

"I am glad you thought of me and  I am so excited we are close enough friends for you to trust me. Here follow me I will show you to your room." He said quietly. He blushed at his nervousness and led her to a spare room.