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

Demon Beneath My Will

by harshdecember
 
 

Chapter 4
Poisoned
 

"What the fuck?!" Malfoy yelled, struggling to escape the invisible, tightening ropes.

"What are you doing here??" Mr. Weasley asked sternly.

"Please, sir, he's with me! It's a long story and all!" Hermione pleaded.

"He's with you??" Mr. Weasley shrieked, slowly putting down his wand. "Explain yourself, Malfoy."

"Mad man Lucius." Was all Malfoy said.

"Never get anything out of a Malfoy." Mr Weasley mumbled, turning to Hermione once more. "What happened?"

"You know the family switch ups?"

"Yes, we have Neville Longbottom, breaking every glass he touches, what about it?"

"Well, I got assigned to Malfoy's family-"

"Is Dumbledore mad?!?"

"It was completely at random, Mr. Weasley! And Lucius tried to kill me, when Malfoy heard me and saved me,
and we had to runaway, and the only place I suppose we're safe is here!" Mr. Weasley tried to calm down a little,
but his anger level rose again once he saw Malfoy's smirk.

"Did you save her, demon?" He asked slowly. Hermione nodded her head instead, and Mr. Weasley reversed
the curse.

"Want proof, I see?" Malfoy asked, looking at Mr. Weasley's untrusting eyes.

"Indeed I do." He replied, not so confident in what Malfoy had in mind. But Malfoy walked over to Hermione
and grabbed at her collar. Mr. Weasley raised his wand again, prepared to do another curse.

"Calm it, Weasley." Malfoy pulled her black robe downwards, right above her breasts, and exposed a long, red
and purple mark across her chest, which healed a little, but still pained her.

"What did you do to her?" Mr. Weasley shrieked again, forgetting the part in which they mentioned Lucius.

"Lucius did it." Hermione replied in disgust. Malfoy let go, standing next to Hermione, waiting to be let in the last
house he thought he'd ever step foot into. Mr. Weasley, although still unsure, moved aside and let them in. The
two teenagers walked in, looking about. Malfoy was about to criticize something, but Hermione nudged him in
the stomach hard.

"Where's Mrs. Weasley?" Hermione asked kindly, smiling. Mr. Weasley just couldn't let that innocent smile down,
and gave one as well, calling for his wife.

"What now, Arthur?" A plump woman wearing a white apron asked, walking into the room from the kitchen,
flour covering her face. Then she turned from her husband to a rather familiar girl. "Hermione!" She beamed,
running over to her. Malfoy rolled his eyes as the two hugged, and sat down on a lumpy couch. He hated the
place and people already. "And who's that?" She looked over to Malfoy, who had his hand on his forehead
and elbow on the side of the arm rest.

"Jack London." Hermione replied simply.

"That's...Draco Malfoy, dear." Mr. Weasley answered, looking down.

"Draco Malfoy I hear??" Mrs. Weasley squeaked. "How dare you bring such a soul into my house!"

"It's OK, he claims to have saved Hermione's life." Mr. Weasley replied.

"Claims. Pfft." Mrs. Weasley said and walked out of the living room. "You'll be staying with us, Hermione?"
She called from the kitchen.

"Yes. If it's alright with you guys." Hermione replied.

"Of course!" She answered, and continued working. "Just make sure he stays away from me!"

"Well you people sure are nice." Malfoy smiled sarcastically. At the stair well, Hermione and he heard muffled
whispers. "What's that?"

"I know." Hermione rolled her eyes as Arthur walked up the stairs and past the two.

"Stop hiding, Fred and George." Arthur demanded. Two red headed twins popped up, smiling widely. It's the
only thing they ever did.

"Good morn' Hermione!" Fred said, coming down the rest of the way. "We're all up because never know what
could happen, right George."

"Exactly." George yawned. "Our magic tricks sell themselves."

"Magic Tricks?" Hermione asked.

"Yep! We've got our own shop! Weasley's Wizard Wheezes!" Fred replied broadly.

"Which I'm ashamed to have my last name on." Mrs. Weasley added from the kitchen.

"Yea, well, I bet it's already sold a bread crumb or two." Malfoy said.

"Come along. We'll show you to your room, Hermione." Fred said, taking her up the stairs.

"Yea, you can sleep outside, Malfoy." George yawned again. Malfoy followed anyways, wanting to smack him
across that head badly.

"Watch out, Weasley." Malfoy warned. They walked up the creaky stairs, tired when they came to the first room.

"Ta da! Ginny's palace!" Fred opened the door, showing a neat, green painted room.

"Thank you." Hermione thanked and waked into the room.

"And you, Ron's room." George instructed Malfoy, having his jaw drop. In the room next to them, they heard a
toilet flush and somebody walk out.

"What are you talking about? Ron will be returning this Saturday! We will be trading off with Neville since Ron
was assigned his grandmother. The boy will sleep in your room." Mr. Weasley replied, walking down the long
stairs again.

"He's what??" Fred and George yelled, then glaring at Malfoy.
 

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"You stink. Take a bath." George instructed Malfoy around the afternoon. They were already in the wacky room
of Fred and George's. Dirty tables scattered around, potions and bottles were amongst them.

"Don't mind if I do. I'm practically choking on the atmosphere around me." Malfoy replied, getting off of a chair
and slamming the door behind him.

"Don'tcha just love him already?" George asked.
 

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Ignoring what ever sound came from the bathroom, he opened the door silently and stepped in, seeing nothing
but steam before his eyes.

"What the?" He mumbled. Then he heard it; beautiful, delicate singing, flowing through his ears. He looked around,
but didn't see anything, until he came to a stop at the shower, dropping his jaw once more. It was Hermione, in the shower. He crept slowly over to the toilet, sitting on the cover. After all, he was of the male species.
 

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Hermione hummed as she stepped out of the steaming shower, seeing nothing but white smoke in front of her.
-I guess I shouldn't have made the water too hot...- Hermione thought, feeling for the counter of the bathroom,
grabbing her white towel and wrapping it around her cold, wet body. As she did so, she felt two strong arms
wrap around her firm stomach.

"Who is that?" Hermione gasped, trying to see from behind her.

"The monster in your nightmares." A voice whispered in her ear. She looked behind her again, as the steam
cleared up, she saw two blue-grey eyes starring back at her.

"Draco??" She shrieked. He snickered as he let go. Hermione was just about to slap him, until her hand gave in
and fell to her side, body falling as well. He caught her easily, concern growing in his eyes. He looked down at
the mark across her chest, it looked as if it were throbbing hard out of her skin. There was nothing he could do,
except run out of the door and go to the closest room. No surprise, Percy's.
 

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"Malfoy?? What are you doing here??" Percy shrieked, jumping up from his work off of his desk. Nothing had
really changed around the Weasley's, except Percy still hadn't had the nerve to ask his girlfriend to marry him.

"Never mind that, Hermione's hurt." Malfoy snapped.

"Oh yes. Father said you two would be staying. Never mind then. What's wrong with Hermione?" Percy asked.

"This." He laid Hermione down on Percy's bed and pointed to the mark across her chest, towel still wrapped
around her.

"What did this?" Percy asked.

"Lucius."

"Well, if that is a knife's doing, it was no ordinary knife. Poison was most likely cleaned across it." Percy walked
over to his closet and looked around it frantically, eyeing every bottle he had. "Aha!" He pulled out a blue swirling
bottle and ran back over to Hermione. "This should at least eat up the poison inside of her. Have her drink this."
Malfoy tried shaking Hermione awake. After a while, she finally, yet slowly, opened her eye lids, peering around.

"Drink this." Malfoy instructed. Hermione did without questioning, and fell back asleep. Percy walked over to his window.

"Great. Fred and George are degnoming the garden again." He rolled his eyes and walked back over to Malfoy.
"My father probably already contacted the ministry about this. And my guess, it won't help much. Lucius, as much
as you should know, will track you down and do what he pleases. I suggest you leave by Sunday, closest as you
can. But now I surely suggest you go and help Fred and George if you want to get on my mum's good side."
Malfoy took his eyes off of Hermione's, and nodded slowly. He hated the Weasley's, but Hermione had been right.
They were the only ones who could help now. He walked out of the bedroom without another word said and
down the long, creaky stairs.
 

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"Now, the trick is to grab the little buggars by the feet and swing them around until they are dizzy." Fred instructed
the clueless Malfoy.

"And then you eat them." George added.

"Hey, that could by made into a tall tale!" Fred snapped his fingers. Malfoy rolled his eyes. He had never done
much of yard work at all, but he got the idea quickly. He grabbed a gnome by it's ankle and wrangled it over his
head, then throwing it hard over the fence of their messy yard.

"Whoa." Fred and George said in unison.

"I never made it that far." George mumbled.

"Oh yea?" Fred challenged, twirling a gnome and throwing it; though not as far as Malfoy's had gone. "Err..."
Malfoy did another one, and got even farther.

"It's all in the muscle, boys. Have you got some?" Malfoy outstretched his arm from his black shirt, showing off
his bulky muscled arm. George did so too. His arm...a bit scrawny.

"You suck!" George twirled a gnome over his head and tried throwing it over the fence, instead accidently hitting
it across Malfoy's head. He covered his mouth. "Oops." This got Malfoy extremely aggravated.

"Weasley!!" He screeched and started after him. George started running away, dodging weeds and gnomes,
Malfoy doing a better job at it as well.
 
 
 

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