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

Demon Beneath My Will

by harshdecember
 
 

Chapter 5
Terror's Tears
 

Hermione woke up five minutes later, looking around.

"Awake, Hermione?" Percy asked, not looking up from his work. She looked down, she was still in her towel.

"Ah!" She shrieked, realizing where she was.

"Malfoy's outside, degnoming with Fred and George." Percy added. -Oh no.- Hermione thought, looking out
of the window, only to find Malfoy chasing around Geroge.

"Put your back into it, George!" Fred yelled as Malfoy gained speed, tackling George to the ground. Hermione
couldn't help but laugh at how ridiculus they were acting. She got up and strode out of the room, over to Ginny's.
 

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"Just you wait. I'll get you one of these days." George huffed. It was nightfall and they were all covered in grass
stains.

"You two just have to start everything, don't you?" Mrs. Weasley said sternly.

"Only sometimes." Fred replied, sitting down at the table.

"You kids done?" Hermione asked, coming into the kitchen.

"Yea." Geroge huffed. "Because Mr. I-am-strong did most of the throwing. Show off."

"Remember, guys. Ron's coming on Saturday! I can't wait to see him." Mrs. Weasley exclaimed.

"What are you talking about? He's only been gone a week." Fred asked.

"Ron's coming?" Hermione asked happily.

"Who's Ginny with again?" Geroge asked.

"Eh. Some family named Brown." Fred answered.

"Dinners in twenty!" Mrs. Weasley announced.

"Mhm...well, long way from dinner, eh, Malfoy?" Geroge asked Malfoy.

"Wow." Malfoy awed sarcastically.

"Hungry?"

"Not really."

"Been a long time since ya eat, huh?"

"What are you getting at, George?" Hermione asked.

"Just offering him some gum incase he gets hungry." Geroge defended, throwing Malfoy a wrapped piece of gum.

"I'll remember your generosity in the future." Malfoy said in a low tone, putting the gum in his pocket.

"Dammit." George muttered.

"You should have been more on the sly," Fred mumbled. The rest of the twenty minutes, they all just starred at
each other, nothing to really say; Hermione making Malfoy shut-up since she knew he would have something to
(rudely) comment on.

"Dinner." Mrs. Weasley announced. "Plates are up here, get them yourselves, I'm taking a shower." She walked
out of the kitchen and thowing her dirty apron on a chair closest to her. They all got their plates; excpet the hesitant blonde that refused to eat, until Hermione slapped him; then he got the picture. As George got back up to get a
fork, Malfoy leaned over to his plate and put something in it, then sitting back down.

"What did you do??" Hermione hissed.

"What?" Malfoy lied. George got back to his seat with silverwear in his hands, taking a large bite out of his mashed potato. "Here we go." Malfoy sat back in his chair and folded his arms, smirking. George started coughing and
sputtering, spitting and choking.

"What did you do?" He shrieked to Malfoy. His tongue began stretching and wriggling. It was changing colors.

"Yes, what did you do??" Hermione snapped. George's tongue began changing colors, until it was a bright rainbow,
and his tongue was at least three feet long. Fred couldn't stop laughing, he pounded his fist on the table and cried
with joy.
 

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The next couple of days were not exactly what you'd call fun. Malfoy had to keep helping out so the Weasleys
wouldn't throw him out, and Hermione's wound kept stinging every so often. It was by Thrusday night when they
all got a warning to stay alert.

"Hermione, Draco, we just got word from the ministry." Percy announced as they lounged on a lumpy couch.

"What is it?" Hermione asked, surprisingly a little too close to Malfoy.

"Well, you see, the Ministry went to Lucius's mansion and he was gone. No sound was heard, and we think we
know why." Percy went on. Horror struck Malfoy; showing through his eyes.

"He's looking for us." was all he said, getting up quickly. Hermione hadn't seen him so afraid since the first
detention in the Forbidden Forest, and realized right away that this was a big deal.

"Now, calm down, you guys. The Ministry is on the look out-"

"The Ministry doesn't know what the fuck they're doing!" Malfoy interrupted Percy.

"See here, Malfoy!" Percy's face went red.

"The Ministry doesn't know what they're looking for, he could be half way here or closer by now!" Malfoy
snapped.

"Trust me, Draco, you'll be out of here by Sunday, nothing to worry about!"
 

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Malfoy heard soft rapping on Fred and George's door. He got up off of the ancient chair and opened the door.
He crept very silently out of the room to see Hermione, and not awaken the Weasley twins.

"What is it?" Malfoy whispered, knowing quite well who he was talking to.

"It's you. What's wrong?" Hermione replied. Fred tossed in his bed and groaned. Soon they would end their
vacation and go back to the shop to sell.

"Come on." Malfoy led her down the hall, not wanting the others to hear. He went into any room; to see that
there was no one in view; and closed the door. "What about me?"

"I'm worried about you."

"Really. If that's all, I'll go back to the room I was at."

"No. Ron's coming this Saturday. I want to know if you two will get along."

"How should I know? He's not even here yet."

"Yes, but he's going to see this mark one way or another. And when he does, I'd have to tell him. There's nothing
else to say."

"The bloody git can mind his own damn business."

"If I know Ron, he won't. But other than him, where will we go on Sunday when we leave?"

"The only thing we can do."

"What's that?"

"Go back there."

"To your mansion??"

"We'll have to. Besides, he isn't there, remember? We need to get some stuff."

"But what if he is there?"

"Then we'll have to be cautious."

"You better be right..."

"I'm always right." Malfoy smirked, pulling her closer and eyes deep into hers. If it weren't for the moon light
pouring through the window, there would be no exact way to tell if he was sincere.

"Draco, I..." Her mind searched for the words, but only her common phrase poured out. "Thank you." She
rested her head against his firm chest. "I was so afraid. Ever since...I've just been afraid. That if I looked over
my shoulder, he would be there with that knife. Everytime I open my eyes, I see blood."

"Well it could be from the damn Weasley's red hair. And you know they're everywhere." Hermione couldn't
help but sob a laugh.

"I'm serious, Draco. If it hadn't been for you, I wouldn't be here right now."

"It's not a big deal," not thinking much of it.

"Yes, it is. You act like death is a fun joke. Well it isn't. You should know that, after your mother..."

"I know. I was just afraid for both of us, so I just hit and ran. That's the ultimate modo. Hit and get the fuck
out of there." Hermione sobbed another laugh as he pulled her closer. -What am I doing. What am I doing.
What am I doing.- Malfoy kept thinking, closing his eyes.

"Thank you." Hermione looked up, the moon light hitting his eyes, gleaming in fasination. He leaned in and
kissed her gently. Hermione's lips tingled and she replied, kissing back. -No...no...no...she's rubbed off on
me...any sooner...- Malfoy thought, slipping his tongue into her mouth and kissing her more passionately.

They heard a rustle of blankets, but quickly ignored it, Malfoy sliding his hand up her arm. They heard the
bed lurch, and that's when Malfoy's eyes shot open and raised towards the bed in front of them. Right before
his very eyes, was the clumsy, forgetful Neville Longbottom. Malfoy, ready to beat the crap out of the ditz,
pushed Hermione aside and strode slowly over to him. Neville slumped back under his blankets quickly,
whimpering. "Oh no you don't!" Malfoy grabbed the blanket and pulled it off, throwing it aside him. "How
much did you see?" He hissed between gritted teeth.

"N-nothing." Neville stammered, turning white and chin quivering.

"Yes you did." Malfoy threw a wooden chair next to him across the room. Neville shrieked and pushed himself
up against the wall behind him. Hermione's back was pressed right up against the closed door, shocked that
Malfoy had kissed her; and that Neville had seen it. "Tell me. What did you see?" asked Malfoy madly.

"I was awake since you came in here." Neville squeaked, putting his hands over his eyes.

"And will you tell anybody." Neville didn't say anything. "WILL YOU TELL ANYBODY?!?"

"No!" Neville shrieked, whimpering again.

"Good." He smacked Neville hard across the head and stomped towards the door, Hermione stepping away
and he swung it open, slamming it close behind him. Surprisingly not awakening anybody. -His father's temper
is slowly growing on him.- Hermione thought, sinking down to the floor.

"I'm sorry." Neville stammered. "B-but this is where I have to sleep. I'm going to be going back with my
grandma in two days." He managed a smile, but his fear easily shown through.

"It's OK." Hermione whispered. She wanted everything to be normal again. To be back at Hogwarts. To be
the smartest girl in school again. To be with Harry. Especially to be near Ron again. To be with her friends. She
shouldn't have taken her 6th year for granted; like it was just another year she and her friends could toy around
with. They didn't know it was their last. But she did have to admit; Malfoy was a great kisser.
 
 
 

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