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

Demon Beneath My Will

by harshdecember
 
 

Chapter 3
A Night's Bus
 

"It's getting dark, we need to do something. Go somewhere for the night." Hermione finally said out of the
uncomfortable silence.

"Well we're not going back there." Malfoy replied. He continued looking down, thinking of what they shall
do to get out of the mess they were in. It began to get darker and even the stars seemed to burn out. Malfoy
couldn't take it. He pulled out his wand again and pointed out in front of him, whispering, "Lumos." His wand
flashed out some light at the end and he pointed it around, even though he knew he'd find nothing.

"What are you doing?" Hermione asked, watching his light show.

"Don't know. I can't remember what road this is." Malfoy replied, squinting around.

"Here, give it to me." Hermione asked. Malfoy pointed the wand in her eyes.

"No way, this is my wand." Malfoy replied stubbornly.

"Come on, I want to see if there's a bug in my hair."

"How can you tell?" He flashed around her head until she got annoyed. Actually, a look of shock crossed her
face from annoyance, and Malfoy couldn't help but see what she was looking at. He turned around and
stumbled backwards. There was a floating, violently purple, triple-decker bus before their very eyes; with
fading gold lettering on the windshield spelling The Knight Bus.

"Oh...my..." Hermione opened her eyes wide. "This is The Knight Bus!" Malfoy returned to his regular state
quickly, when the conducter in a purple uniform hopped out and began to speak loudly:

"Welcome to the Knight Bus, emergency transport for the stranded witch or wizard. Just stick out your wand
hand, step on board, and we can take you anywhere you want to go. My name is Stan Shunpike, and I will
be your conductor this evening." He said broadly, waiting for them to make a move.

"Yea, hi." Malfoy said, looking past the man and at the bus. Hermione propped herself up and walked up to
Stan.

"Nice ot meet you, I'm Her-"

"She's Herly Medlock and I'm...Jack...London..." Malfoy clamped his hand over Hermione's mouth, saying it
for her.

"Well, come on up, then!" Stan said and smiled. He looked around twenty-two years old with some pimples on
his forehead. It seemed as though he's been working on that bus a long time. Hermione hopped herself up on
the bus stairs, followed by Malfoy and Stan.

"So, where yeh goin'?" Stan asked them, clapping his hands together.

"Ey, Stan, where are they goin'?" The driver at the front asked.

"Do you think I know yet, Ern?" Stan asked, looking behind him.

"Where should we go?" Hermione turned to Malfoy from the argueing men.

"How should I know? I don't have any relatives that care." Hermione thought for a moment, until it struck her.
The only place they could go that would take them in.

"Urm...well...I know." Hermione said.

"Where then??"

"This is the only place we can go...so don't get mad...but Ron's house...."

"RON'S WHAT??"

"We have to!"

"No way am I going to that...that...dump!"

"You are so stubborn! Besides, Ron won't be there, remember? This family switching thing?"

"I am NOT going there."

"Fine, go back to your father's mansion, I'm going to Ron's house though." Malfoy gulped. He was definatly not
going back there.

"Fine." He finally mumbled and pulled his coat upwards on his shoulders.

"We would like to go to The Burrow, please. How much is it?" Hermione interrupted.

"For the both of yas, thirty sickles." Stan replied. Stan looked to Hermione, and Hermione looked to Malfoy,
and Malfoy realized they were waiting for him to give them something.

"What? I don't have- ah forget it." Malfoy rolled his eyes and pulled out a sack full of gold galleons, pulling out
the ammount needed. Telling him to keep the change, he passed it to Stan. Smiling, he directed them to the third
floor of the decorated bus and up they went, entering the third floor. Beds were hinged against the each side,
gold sheets as covering.

"'Er ya go." Stan said and tipped his hat, going back to the first floor of the triple-decker bus. Hermione plopped
herself down on the closest one, Malfoy sitting across from her.

"Jack London?" Hermione finally asked, almost laughing.

"What? Would you prefer our real names so Lucius could track us down and slaughter us the very moment?"
Malfoy replied, settling his head on the pillow, muttering how much he hated the Weasleys.

"Well it just so happens that I have a book called 'The Call of the Wild' in my suitcase. Author Jack London."

"Point being?"

"Meaning you were rumaging through my stuff!"

"Aren't you smart? Now leave me alone right now."

"What did you read??"

"Read what..."

"You did! You read my diary you asshole!"

"And a very interesting entry, I might add."

"And may I ask what??"
"Title called 'Boys'. Very meaning."

"It's not what you think!"

"Really? Well, I think I memorized the entire thing. Lend an ear, would you? Ehm. 'I have been tortured by
the taughnts of boys for ages. But since two years ago, I have changed. It seems Ron likes me more than I
thought now. And Harry is starting to look at me. Ron and Harry are cute. It would be fun to see them with
their shirts off...they are built. All of the other boys in Gryffindor are ugly. Except for Seamus Finnigan...But
the top boy out of my house is Draco Malfoy. Although he is very sarcastic and rude, all of the girls just fall
over heels for him. Sorry to say I do too. How can I help it? His sexy smirk and body. Everybody says so,
so I have nothing to be ashaimed of...Anyways, I kissed Ron on the last day of school. He is very sweet.
And a good kisser. I think all of the boys I've mentioned are great...and sexy. But if I had to choose who
was the cutest, I think it would be...Malfoy.'" He finished, sneering evilly. Hermione just gaped at him,
embarrassed and mad.

"Why the hell did you read my diary??" Hermione shrieked.

"Why wouldn't I, babe? If I see something I like, I take it. Not to mention, stuff that gold blanket down your
bra for me, we'll need it for when we're cold." -Did he just call me babe? Nonsense! Since 6th year that's
what he's been calling all of the girls he thinks is...oh...sexy...- Hermione thought. Hermione's face grew a
light shade of red and she threw a pillow at his head.

"Why don't you stuff it down your briefs!!" She shrieked. He grabbed the pillow easily and tossed it behind
him.

"Can't. I'm taking up too much room as it is down there." Malfoy smirked.

"Have you been looking? Oh, wait, you can kind of tell when it's in your hand every night making gestures!"

"Maybe."

"Pig!"

"Nah, don't like pigs. Dragon."

"Exactly. Scaley, fire breathing, Dragons."

"Well Dragons are strong."

"Only in your opinion."

"No, in my muscles." He got up swiftly and was on her in a minute, strapping her wrists down against the bed,
grinning wickedly.

"Get off." Hermione's voice wasn't as strong and brave as she thought.

"Or what?" Malfoy asked, looking downward towards her chest area.

"PIG! Typical! Just like a man to do a perverted thing like this!!"

"Oh, you're no fun. Aren't you going to stick to what you say?"

"What the hell do you mean??"

"Don't you remember? Don't you want me to ride you hard?" Malfoy's voice was simple but sudducting.
Then she remembered what else she wrote down and widened her eyes in shock.

"What I write is of not what I mean!" She jerked her body to the side. Then realizing what pain she had just
caused and winced, giving out a whimper.

"What?" Malfoy asked.

"My cut!" Hermione whimpered. Malfoy looked at the scar above her breasts and traced a finger over it
gently. He got off of her right away and ran over to the bathroom across the bus, wetting a paper towel and
running back over to her.

"Here." Malfoy said, padding the wet paper towel acorss her wound nicely, easing the pain building up.
Hermione just starred at him, shocked. After ten minutes of healing, Hermione spoke up.

"Why. Why are you helping me?" She asked as he threw the used towel in a metal tin basket.

"Why do you care?" He shot back. He was wondering the same thing. Why was he helping her so? He hated
her, but then why did he have this urge he had to protect her? -God I'm such an idiot.- Malfoy thought and sat
back down on his bed. Why he was helping her he didn't know. He wanted to hurt something badly from this
feeling, just not Hermione. They remained silent in the hovering, purple bus and finally fell asleep. Both having
the same exact dream. They were both in a white room, starring at each other, faces inches away from each
other. It was odd, they were just sitting there, looking at each other, when Malfoy made a rough move. He
moved his head in closer harshly and kissed her roughly, licking at the front of her lips, awaiting her to open for
the kiss to deepen. When they started unbuttoning each other's clothing, that's when they both awoke, sweating
and breathing hard, as if it had really happened. They looked at each other as they sat up. Hermione noticed
Malfoy's erection right away, and he made an attempt to try and cover it up.

"You?" Hermione asked, pointing to him.

"Same dream." Malfoy said, a little confused. They starred at each other another five minutes, her hazel brown
warm eyes and his grey emotionless eyes coming in contact, until finally growing sleep again and falling back
down, closing their eyes and dreaming again.
 

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"We're there!" A loud voice called to them both. Hermione and Malfoy shot their eyes open right away. It was
almost sunrise. Hermione yawned and swung her feet to her side, getting up and stretching. Malfoy didn't bother
yawning or anything, he just got up and walked down to the first floor of the large bus, waiting for Hermione to
come down. Right out of the curtained windows was the crooked house of the Weasleys: The Burrow. Hermione
came rushing down after him.

"Thanks Stan and Ernie!" Hermione thanked, from hearing Stan call Ernie by his name many times before. Malfoy
and her hopped off of the bus and it vanished as quickly as it came, awaiting the next stranded witch or wizard.
 

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"Here we go." Hermione was beaming brightly. She would actually get to see a close friend; well, not exaclty Ron,
just his friendly family. She knocked the knocker loudly. Luckily, they were home; they hadn't left to somewhere
else like other families. Malfoy stood at the side, awaiting to be let in, if that were possible. The door swung open, exposing a glum Arthur Weasley. Then he looked closely at the young 7th year, and smiled widely.

"Hermione!" He swung his arms around her, giving a huge hug. Malfoy rolled his eyes, crossing his arms across his
chest and leaning against the brick, crooked house. Mr. Weasley let go, still smiling. "What are you doing here??"

"Long story, can we just stay here for a while, please sir?" Hermione asked, smiling as well.

"Sure!" Mr. Weasley exclaimed, allowing her in, until he realized a single word, wrinkly his forehead.

"We? But it's only you." He said, looking around curiously. Hermione hesitated, but put up some effort and pulled
Malfoy from the side, showing his face to Mr. Weasley. Mr. Weasley's eyes widened and his eyes twitched. He
pulled his wand out from under his coat and pointed it at Malfoy.

"MOBILICORPUS!" He yelled, and Malfoy's wrists suddenly became knotted together with invisible rope; as
well as his legs and feet. Well, he wasn't as happy to see Malfoy as much as Malfoy wasn't towards him.
 
 
 

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