Welcome to my story, Welcome To Hell.

Summary: One of these days, Granger, you're going to be in debt to me. And when you're begging for me to spare you, I don't think I ought to. - Rated R for later chapters, HAS PLOT! NOT CLICHE! more plot summary found inside.

Inside plot summary: Hermione has been found by Draco beaten and her memory modified! Now all she does is cling to him! But can Draco find out in time who has beaten - and maybe done more, to Granger? TRUST ME. GOOD STORY.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters, scenes, or names from the book Harry Potter by J/K Rowling.

Pairing: Draco/Hermione

"What's the matter, Granger? Cat got your tongue?" Draco Malfoy asked, smirking his oh so famous high quality smirk. He pressed his left index finger to her cheek. "Afraid I might be better than you at something?" He circled her with exact precision, removing the – in Hermione's opinion – grotesque finger from her cheek. She gripped her wand tighter in her fingertips, ready to strike at any moment. The bastard had kicked her cat. And not lightly, either. Crookshanks had hissed and ran under the sofa cushions. Hermione had jumped up to defend her cat, only to find herself frozen in fear as Malfoy carelessly drew his wand without missing a beat.

"You're just upset because you didn't become Head Boy." Hermione said fumingly, trying her best to smirk back, but it wasn't working. They had only been here a week, after all, and this wasn't what she had in mind.

"You have a brave tongue for such a small mudblood." He smirked.

"Why did you come to my dormitories, Malfoy? Surely it wasn't to take your anger out on my cat, now was it?" She bit her lower lip and narrowed her brow. "Of course, I wouldn't put that past you."

"Mudblood, don't give you or your stupid cat that much credit." Draco sneered. "I came here to make a complaint." He put his wand back into his robe pockets and jutted out his chin. No, his skin hadn't tanned lightly. No, his hair wasn't hanging down off his face. And no – he wasn't as muscular as Harry Potter. He was his old Slytherin bad ass self with a cold attitude towards mudbloods.

"Don't tell me. – To get rid of all the mudbloods in the school?" Hermione rolled her eyes. "We've been through this five times, that's impossible." Hermione put her wand in her robe pockets as well and loosened her tie lightly, because she was nervous. This man had come every day this week with some new compliant to her. First, it was to kill the Golden Boy. Second it was the school food. Third was the dress code. Fourth was telling her that house elf enslavement would always prevail, and now? She wasn't sure. But whatever Draco Malfoy talked about she'd roll her eyes at and get on with life. He was only doing this, after all, to work her last nerve and frustrate her because HE hadn't made Head Boy. It was probably because of his attitude toward Harry.

"No, precious Granger, it was to tell you that I hate your putrid face." He smirked. Hermione held back all urges to slap him clear across the face. "And that the bathroom on the third floor is flooded."

"You're like my own little Mrs. Norris." Hermione mumbled, "What was the cause of it?"

"How in Merlin's name should I know?" Draco questioned. "I'm only telling you-"

"-To get out of class, no doubt." She snapped, interrupting him and making him furious. He never liked it when someone interrupted him in the middle of a sentence. "You just don't want to go to Potions class."

"Mudblood, you have to go as well." Draco hissed, and sat leisurely on the couch. "We have the same classes, most of them as least. – Not that I'm enjoying having to put up with your constant battle to prove yourself." He stuck his hand up in the air mockingly. " 'Ooh, pick me professor! I know the answer to EVERYTHING.'"

"That's not the way I speak." Hermione placed her hands on her hips. "Well, at least I'm not saying, 'Daddy! I'm a spoiled brat! Buy me something or I'll scream like a girl!'"

"I don't scream like a girl," Said Draco, "Unless it gets me something." He smirked.

"Malfoy, you'll drive me to words that-"

"So, why AREN'T you in class?" He had to ask, raising a precocious eyebrow. He closed his eyes and made ready the long speech that Granger was probably preparing in her head and ready to shoot at him at any moment.

"Well, as for ME, I don't have to go because I am head girl. Head girls, as you know, and head boys, don't have to go to classes when a crisis is on the line – and you've obviously reported a crisis to me. The floor in the third floor bathroom is flooding? Now I have to go and find Filch, who won't be happy to see me, and if you tag alone, you as well. Harry and Ron are probably going to jump on me and ask me if I was making out with you in the bathroom because you're not there as well. You're not helping the situation by being here. If I were you I'd head to class right now before I give you a detention or expel house points for your savvy tongue." She took in a deep breath to go on, but Draco interrupted.

"Actually, I think I have every right to be here. I reported the mess to you."


"So?" He smirked. "It's not as if anyone cares."

"I CARE!" She screamed at him, and sighed. "Fine, if you're going to be a prat all day long you can help me find Filch."

"Not a problem." Draco said. "I'll just get us lost so I won't have to Care Of Magical whatever with the Oaf."

"He is NOT an OAF!" Hermione was about to crack under pressure. Draco knew this and continued smirking and eyeing her as she paced back and fourth in front of him. "You're such a baby. Never wanting to go to classes."

"I'm not a baby." Draco said childishly, proving Hermione's point.

"Get to class, Malfoy."

"But I-"


"Fine." He growled, standing up and checking his watch. "Potions is almost over anyways. Thanks for wasting my time." He smirked, reached over, grabbed his book bag, and left. But not before mumbling, "One of these days, Granger, you're going to be in debt to me. And when you're begging for me to spare you, I don't think I ought to. – Good day, mudblood."

It was now two weeks later from the 'little meeting' that Draco and Hermione endured. Draco had come by six more times in the last two weeks, complaining to Hermione once more about things. He wasn't all too happy that the prude Ravenclaw boy made it and he didn't. Draco had been sure that he had made everything clear to be the next Head Boy. His father had tried to pay Dumbledore off, but the big lug wouldn't take the money. Who in their right mind wouldn't take money? Draco wondered. He supposed it was because of his meetings with Potter that he didn't get the position. Dumbledore had always favored the Boy-Who-Wouldn't-Die anyways.

The time was nine thirty five and six seconds. Draco had made a date exactly three hours before with Pansy Parkinson, proving that he could get ANY girl. Pansy had often thought herself over Malfoy, and believed she controlled him. But Draco was going to prove her wrong. She had turned him down on a date two times already, and as they say third time is a charm. And now he was on his way to the Prefects bathroom to take a bath. After all, he had to be spiffed up for his 'date'. Actually, this date was more like a bet with Goyle, but he wouldn't tell anyone, unless his life depended on it. After saying the password and entering the luscious lavatories, he smiled at the smell of Lavender. Yes, Lavender and Apples. How ironic would that be?

But all the same he heard the sound of running taps and the same smells invading his brain. Why, he wondered, would someone be in here at this time? He thought he had made it very clear to all the Prefects that he would reserve this time for his bath. He shrugged and was just about to move when he was shoved to the ground onto his back. He landed on his elbows and he screamed, "BLOODY HELL!" Looking around, he tried to find the offender that had so rudely pushed him but found no one. Growling, he stood up and rolled his eyes. "Whoever just did that, if I find out who that was, is going to get it. – Invisibility cloaks. Honestly." Draco brushed himself off and noticed a drop of blood on the floor. It was right where he was standing moments before. The crimson liquid was most likely the size of a dime, and was a deep red. Draco looked around and narrowed his eyes. "Oh no. I'm not standing her at the scene of some murder or something!" He went to unlock the bathroom door to warn someone, but as he reached the door, it was locked. "Shit." He mumbled, kicking the door. He drew his wand. "Alohomora." Still, nothing happened. "Oh, no. I'm not going to be trapped in here." But it seemed Draco had no other choice. He dropped the towel he was holding and slowly walked toward the bath.

Bubbles galore were filling the many pools and taps were running. The one at the farthest end was the one showering out the most water, though. Draco looked around and clicked his tongue. Blood was leading to the farthest tap. Wearing only his pajama flannel pants (because they were comfortable for walking around the castle after dark in), he strolled slowly down the long road to the edge of the farthest tap. His footsteps echoed across the stone floors. Just as he crossed by a tap with blue bubbles, he saw a movement in the water of the farthest tap. "Shit. No. I don't want to be here." He whispered, and bit his lower lip out of nervousness. But he knew he must go on. It was a hint of conscience telling him he couldn't turn back now. And that's what kept him going as he made it seventy five percent of the way there, before another movement in the water. And then a hand sticking out from the pool. Its long fingers groped around for something, but failed and was drug under the water once more.

Draco's eyes went wide. "Oh, shit!" He yelled, and ran his way all the way down to the end tap. He threw his wand to the side and before he could be thinking of anything else besides saving this person, he took in a deep breath and dove into the pool. Groping he tried to make an effort to grab onto the person under the water, but only managed to touch them lightly before having to come back up to the surface for air. "Fuck!" He shouted, and dove back under once more. This time he grabbed someone's hand, and they grabbed his back. With a tug he managed to grab the person and guide them to the surface. But as soon as his head hit the air, the person let go of his hand. "Oh, no you don't." He growled, and grabbed the person around the waist. He swam his way to the edge and coughed slightly. The person next to him, the one with Draco's arm around them, did as well. Draco gasped for air and closed his eyes, leaning his head on the edge of the pool. Then he hoisted himself out of the water and with a slightly violent pull grabbed the person and heaved them out of the water too. The person ended up laying on top of him, out of breath and worn out.

Draco's hair was sticking to his face; blonde locks covering his gray eyes. His chest heaved up and down. "I think… that's the first time… I've saved someone." He whispered, his eyes closed. "You should be happy." He opened his eyes and raised an eyebrow, only to meet hazel chocolate eyes. The eyes were half covered with eyelids, and the white brazen skin nearly matched Draco's pale skin. Heavy eyelashes fluttered, and Draco almost screamed when he realized whom he had saved. But what he couldn't seem to miss was that the person lying on top of him was completely naked. "Er… Granger?" He smirked slightly. "This is an awkward situation." He tried his best to lighten the mood, but Hermione only wrapped her arms around Draco and laid her head on his chest. Draco raised an eyebrow. "Granger? – Get off." He reached to her shoulders to shove her off, but stopped immediately when he saw blood on his palms. He heard Granger wince and nuzzle her head deeper into his chiseled out chest. "God, who did this to you?" he asked, and sat up on his elbows.

Hermione's only reply was clinging to him, sniffling just a little. Draco tried to reason with her. "Come on, Granger! Get off! If you don't someone will come in here and think that I was trying to rape you or something! Mudblood? Are you listening?" He realized that Granger was now passed out, her arms still wrapped tightly around his middle. "Shit." He steadied himself on one elbow and moved her thick, wet hair away from the middle of her back. What he saw wasn't the best sight he had wanted to see. Nail marks were slashed across her back, each one bleeding a red crimson. Her back seemed to be raw from pain and as he touched one lightly Granger flinched. "So… you're not asleep then?" He asked. "In that case… er…" He wanted to scream at her to get off, that he didn't need a mudblood on him, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. She was clinging to him as if he were God himself. "That's right Granger. I am your God." He smirked, and sat up so that his back was perpendicular to the floor. Granger's head was lying in the crook of his neck. "And as your God I'm telling you to say something!"

Hermione didn't answer him. Draco became nervous. As he recalled, Granger hadn't said a single word at all… He slowly eased himself out from under her and got on his knees, so that they were facing each other, nose to nose, her on her knees as well. She eyed his eyes for a moment before his manly instincts kicked in. Here, Draco reckoned, he had a free peep show of Granger and he wasn't taking it! His eyes slowly made their way from her chocolate eyes down to her soft lips, which were quivering with fear, her silky neck with bruises that looked as if it had been made from fingers, her collar bone seemed intact, and down to her breasts. Hermione's eyes followed his and she narrowed her eyes, before slapping him across the face. Draco closed his eyes for a moment and shook his head to remove the sting. "I suppose I deserved that." He mumbled as she tried to scoot away from him. "No, no, no. Don't go there, Granger! You'll fall back in again." He said, and grabbed her wrists. She closed her eyes as if she thought he would abuse her, but instead he nervously looked for something to cover her up in. "Ok… can you walk?" He asked, spotting the towel across the room. "If you can understand me… er… nod your head or something." He told her. "Can you walk?"

Hermione nodded her head for understanding. "Good… good… ok, get up." Draco demanded. Hermione shook her head. Draco raised an eyebrow. "No? Why the bloody hell not? – Oh, shit. I forgot. I only told you to nod if you could understand me. Why do you have to be so technical? – Ok, blink once for yes, and two for no. Can you stand up to walk?" Hermione blinked once… and then twice. "Shit… Ok… you scream at me for this and I'll throw you in the pool again and leave you." He wrapped his arms around Granger and picked her up. She winced and closed her eyes, but didn't struggle. The only reason Draco had picked her up was that he feared that if he left her, she might back up and fall in the pool again. With hasty steps he managed to cross the lavatory with ease and laid Granger on the ground next to the door. He grabbed the towel and wrapped it around her shoulders, trying his best to cover her up, as he was mumbling, "You tell anyone I saw you naked and I'll kill you." Hermione only bit her lower lip and wrapped the towel closer around her.

"Now… how to get us the Hell out of here." Draco whispered, glaring at the door. He ran back to the edge of the pool and retrieved his wand. "Hey, Granger. Know any good spells to get us out of here?" He asked, raising an eyebrow as he examined the door. "No? – Pity." He turned to her. "It seems that you're in my debt here, Grangy. I could have let you die. I could have let you drown and never had to see your putrid face again. You just remember that." He smirked and banged on the door while screaming, "HELP!" Hermione chuckled, and Draco snapped his face her way. "You think that's funny?" He narrowed his eyes. "I'd like to see you do better." Hermione stopped chuckling. "Good. Now shut up…. HELP!" Draco banged on the door with his fists and grabbed his wand again. "Alohomora!" This time, the door opened with ease. Draco growled. "Oh, SUUUURE. Now it opens." He rolled his eyes and looked over to Granger. "Coming, mudblood?"

He was about to reach down to help her up when Granger slowly stood up, as if she were learning to walk. She started to fall, but Draco grabbed her and held her up. "I don't think you can walk." He smirked. "Looks like its Draco Malfoy to the rescue once more." He wrapped the towel around her properly and looked nervously around. No one would forgive him for being so decent to Granger.

He was about to hoist her up in his arms when she opened her mouth. "D-D-Draco?" She said slowly.

"That's my name." He rolled his eyes and held her in his arms. "Don't wear it out. – Do you think you can walk now?" Hermione looked up at him and blinked once. Draco smirked. "Good. I'm getting sick of being a free broomstick ride." Five minutes and two falls later, Granger had managed to successfully take ten steps. Draco felt as if he were teaching a child to walk for the first time. It was so ironic that the smartest bookworm in school was now learning the simplest things again. When Draco was sure that she could walk properly, he took her wrist and led her out of the bathroom. Water still dripping off his hair, he pointed his wand out and mumbled, "Lumos." The passageways lit up immediately. Draco kept glancing back every so often to make sure Granger was walking alright. And she was. Draco sighed and just as he turned his head back to his front he nearly ran into a sea of black fabric.

A man with a crooked nose, pale skin like Draco's, and oily, greasy hair stood smirking in front of the two. "Well, well, well…" He smiled, pointing his wand at Draco's heart. "What do we have hear? A small stroll down bathroom lane, Malfoy?" Snape raised an eyebrow. Draco sighed.

"Professor, you had me worried." Draco stated. "But I've got a crisis on my hands…" He pushed Granger toward the front, wet hair, towel, and all. "Granger… I found her in the bathroom… she almost drowned." Hermione's chest heaved up and down, staring at Snape for a moment before running behind Draco and closing her eyes. "Apparently, she's a little mental." Draco smirked.

"D-Draco…" Hermione whispered.

"Not now, Granger." He mumbled to her. "So… are you going to give us detention?" Draco asked nervously.

"Quite on the contrary, Mr. Malfoy," Snape said smoothly, "You saved Ms. Granger?"

"Yes Professor." Draco said, a small swell of pride inside of him emerging. "So, if you could just let me to Dumbledore, I could drop her off and be on my way." He made a way to pass Snape, but Snape shoved him back lightly.

"Why don't you let me take her?" Snape offered. "I will tell Dumbledore of your special services to the school, but you should not get in trouble for being out of bed."

"D-Draco." Hermione whispered again. Draco turned his head halfway back so he could look Granger in the eye. "D-Don't…"

"Don't what?" He whispered, and looked to Hermione's scared horrified look as she stared at Professor Snape. "With all due respect, Professor," He said slowly, turning his face back to Snape, "I think Granger's intimidated by anything that walks. She won't seem to let me go. – I'll take her. You can… escort me." Snape raised an eyebrow and sneered.

"Very well, Mr. Malfoy. Follow me." And with that he spun around, his cloak swishing in the breeze, and they were off. Hermione clung to Draco's arm as they walked, and Draco looked to her.

"What ever in Merlin's name is wrong with you better not be contagious." He mumbled, rolling his eyes and gulping as they made their way to the Gargoyles that led to Dumbledore's office. "Well mudblood…" He whispered lightly to her, "Remember that day that you'd be in debt to me? – Welcome to Hell."

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