rating: NC-17 (for future chapters and etc)

Demon Beneath My Will

by harshdecember
 
 

Chapter 2
Shallow Cuts
 

Dear Ron,
You're probably having a better time than me. For anything you're in a better family than me. You
would never guess who I'm in. Maybe I shouldn't tell you, actually. Don't you think this family idea
is...odd? How could Dumbledore put of all muggles, me, with the most dangerous family out there??
Draco and Lucius Malfoy. Who knows where the mother is, maybe already dead for all I know. Do
you know how his father looked at me?? I think I might be dead by the end of this week. I guess I'll
just stick around Malfoy's room, he wouldn't come in here maybe. But Malfoy is very...you know...in
charge of his room. Oh yea, I'm living in his room because his father said all of the others are being
redecorated! I wouldn't mind living in the wash room! Who's family are you with? Wouldn't it be
funny if you were with the Dursleys? Well, suppose I'll talk to you later, bye.
Love,
Hermione

Hermione finished her letter to Ron and rolled up the parchment she found under Malfoy's bed. He had a
lot of junk he didn't need, so why not help him waste it? Besides, the parchment from the stationary was
weird. It had a holographic snake on all four sides and the paper was sort of grey. Luckily, she was able to
sneak something more of Malfoy's...his eagle. His jet black eagle that was not fun to tie the letter around it's
leg. The eagle seemed to be against muggles too, because it kept sniffing her hair and squawking. Finally,
she opened the window silently and told the eagle who to bring it to. Hopefully, Malfoy didn't use his eagle
much...maybe he wouldn't notice it gone...It was already starry in the sky with a background of purple and
black. His mansion was creepy, looking over the (practically) out back it seemed to be, it looked as if his
field of green grass would never end. He didn't have any neighbors for miles, which she didn't think anybody
would even want to live the closest to him. A squeak of the door made her jump.

"Dinner." Malfoy said in a dead low voice and closed it again, walking down the hall to the dining room.
Hermione sighed and got up, walking out of the black painted door and into the marble white hallway.
 

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"Where's your mother?" Hermione asked over the long, glass table. Malfoy looked up from his food, only
giving a deadly cold glare, then looking back down. Hermione continued eating as well, choosing to drop the
subject. He didn't talk much. He just sat there and ate, not getting a speck of food on the clean glass. Nor a
pea out of line. Weird, Hermione finally concluded. But he did eat fast, looking as though he hasn't eaten all
week. -Why I'm I studying his eating habits?- Hermione asked herself, and gave a puzzled look herself.
Malfoy noticed this too.

"What's the matter, Mudblood? Never seen a guy eat?" Malfoy asked sarcastically, looking up.

"Don't mean to be an intrusion, but...where's your father?" Hermione asked.

"Doing business." Malfoy replied. Hermione was now done eating. She wanted to ask him so many questions.
Where was his mother? Why does he have so many scars? Why does he eat so neatly (not that it's some
problem)? Why did he keep looking at her throughout the day in a certain way? But the first thing that flew
out was:

"How did you get that scar on your face?" Malfoy looked up. Was it a bit a fright in his eyes beneath those
glassy black pools?

"Accident." He replied, putting his dish in the sink and washing it thoroughly. Although his face was quite pale,
he had a dark feature. An evil thought crossed her mind, a naughty image. But it didn't seem like he wanted to
talk at all, but she would get something out of him.
 

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-Let's see here, what do we have?- Malfoy thought, digging in her suitcase. She was outside, cooing to his guard
dog. -Traitor dog. Aha. What do we have here?- Malfoy found a small notebook with the grip of his hand and
pulled it out. -A diary. No lock.- He began flipping through the yellow pages and reading the entries. See what
really got her going. -What is this? Titled 'Boys'?- He began reading that page, smirking with every sentence.
 

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Hermione gave a final pat to the dog and stood up on the porch, going back inside. This place wasn't so bad. It
had a lot of nice things to it. Swimming pools and such things. But a bonus was Malfoy. She hated his sarcastic
attitude. His good looks. She was always caught so far checking him out, and embarrassment rose to her cheeks
every time. Climbing up the marble stairs, she heard the occasional mutters and whispers. This place 'was' freaky.
As she crossed a few rooms, she heard a scuffling of feet come her way. She quickened her pace down the halls,
until it came again, and a hand from inside a dark room. It clamped over her mouth and pulled her into the dark
room. Trying to scream, Hermione tried pulling at the arm, but it was too tight. It felt like Malfoy's grip, but it
wasn't the Malfoy she thought.

"Hello Hermione." A dark voice greeted and a light turned on. It was Lucius. "So are you staying with us this
year I see?"

"Y-yes." Hermione stammered against the cold wall.

"And do you know my son?" He asked again.

"Yes sir."

"And do you know who you are?"

"A witch?"

"I've been doing some calls around, and you are no pure blood I see. Do you know what I am?"

"Pure blood, sir."

"Exactly. The girl knows some things. I'm also somebody you don't want to mess with. Is you blood dirty?"
"N-no..."

"Well, let's just see." He pulled out a silver, sharp knife from the back of his coat and pulled it to her arm.

"What are you doing?" Hermione shrieked. He sneered and pulled the knife across her arm, having blood
ooze through her clothes. Hermione winced, but not screamed, it didn't hurt that much. She tried running
away, but he held her against the wall, now bringing the knife to her chest. He slickly pulled it sharply right
above her breasts, and this time she screamed. A mad, piercing scream. Tears formed under her eyes.
 

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Malfoy looked up from the diary he was interested in reading, and heard it again. A scream. Hermione.
Father. Malfoy shot up and pounded down the hall towards the scream. His combat boots aren't what you
exactly call running material, but he did it all the same. He heard it again, a shrieking scream of pain. He's
going to kill her. He ran down another hall and found the open door right away, dark now. He ran inside
and Lucius looked up.

"Draco!" He shrieked, not dropping the knife. Malfoy didn't say anything, the rage in his eyes told the rest,
and he swung Lucius away from Hermione punching his jaw to the opposite wall.

"GET AWAY YOU MOTHER FUCKER!" Malfoy screamed and grabbed Hermione's arm, pulling her out
of the door. Shocked, Hermione ran with him. Draco Malfoy save her? She couldn't believe it. There was a
groan from behind them and stomping of feet.

"Get back here, boy!" Lucius yelled and ran after them. Malfoy never let go of her wrist. He knew what his
father could and would do, and he wasn't taking any chances staying in that house. He pounded down the
stairs. Figuring Hermione couldn't keep up, he picked her up quickly in his arms and began to run again. His
father was mad, and when Draco dared taking away his kill, he would be his next kill. He finally reached the
wide doors and swung them open, putting Hermione down and running again, expecting her to keep up this
time. She did, and followed him, hopping across a white fence of the front yard and down the dirt road, away
from the white, horrible mansion. Who knows when they'd return, but from then on, they'd have to keep
away. Lucius could track them down maybe, but better to stay alive a little longer. He didn't know why he
had saved Hermione, but he was always taught by his nanny from younger that it was always better to be
breathing than anything else, and nothing else mattered if you kept that steady beat.
 

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A few miles down the road, Lucius had given up on running and went back to the mansion. Draco and
Hermione had settled under a willow tree, hiding from the bugs that flew about. Draco tore a strip of his
black shirt and pulled down Hermione's shirt a little.

"Hey." Hermione warned. Malfoy rolled his eyes and patted the strip softly against her wounds. She winced
a little, it stung still against the soft touch. But it healed a little. Then Malfoy realized something: he had his wand
with him. He pulled in his back pocket and there it was. He thought he had left it behind. "You have your
wand? I don't." Hermione said clearly.

"Yea, I know a charm for your wounds to heal faster." Malfoy said, examining his wand as if he hadn't seen it
in days. He pointed it to Hermione's wounds and whispered, 'heal'. As simple as it was, her wounds closed up
and it felt better than before. But it did leave long, nasty scars. Hermione looked down. She felt so useless
under his care. But something strong pounded in her heart. She bent over to the sitting Malfoy and kissed him
softly on the cheek. He looked up at her, puzzled.

"Thank you." She said, leaning back against the tree.

"For what?" Malfoy asked, looking down.

"For saving me from your father. If you hadn't come a moment sooner, I would have lost a lot of blood."

"You did loose a lot of blood. And my father's crazy, I'm used to it. You're the first one I managed to rescue."

"The first one?"

"My mother."

"You're...mother?"

"She died. I wasn't there to get her in time. I'm so foolish."

"No, you're not. Why are you acting in this way? I've never seen this side of you."

"I don't know. Neither have I."

"I'm sorry for your mother."

"Don't be. It was bound to happen someday. Voldemort will call upon me soon, and it will be over." -What
is wrong with me? I am a Voldemort supporter god dammit. Why am I helping a mudblood?- Malfoy thought.
But something didn't feel right about the thought anymore. It was like he almost completely changed his mind
about his thoughts of this morning. But even though he had an evil sense in him, he hated his father. Now at
this point, he would do anything to kill his father and get the revenge deserved. His father had brain washed
him. The Death Eaters time to shine indeed...
 
 
 

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