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

Demon Beneath My Will

by harshdecember
 
 

Chapter 6
Flamed Return
 

By the time Hermione woke up, so had Malfoy. He was already donwstairs, watching Fred and George
sneak something in his food, thinking he couldn't clearly see them from the other room. Hermione walked
down the hall to where Neville wasn't sleeping and opened the door to find a wide awake Longbottom.

"Neville, come on. Breakfast." Hermione yawned. Neville cowardly hid under his scratchy blanket.

"No thanks." He replied.

"Why not?"

"Because he'll praobably kill me."

"No, he will not. Come on." She pulled im off of the bed and dragged him down the stairs. Right away, Neville
saw Malfoy.

"AH!" Neville squeaked once he noticed the deadly cold glare in Malfoy's eyes. "I'm kind of sleepy still."

"Nonsense, Neville. Come on down and make yourself comfortable." Malfoy (almost) reassured him after a
moment's silence. Hermione, aslo a little hesistant, gave Neville a soft shove towards the couch. Neville sat
across from Malfoy, Hermione sat next to Malfoy. They just sat there, quiet, until Neville decided to get on
Malfoy's good side at least...

"So, are you two going out?" Malfoy didn't say anything. "OK...uh, hi." Silence. "Ron's coming tomorrow...
yea...so do you like her or something?" Err. Wrong question.

"I do NOT like her." Malfoy finally cracked.

"HA!" The Weasley twins came in just then, plopping themselves next to Malfoy.

"Your body may look man," Fred began.

"But your inner-child still hunts victims." Geroge finished.

"Meaning?" Malfoy asked stubbornly.

"Meaning that you do like Hermione." Fred replied simply.

"What makes you think that?"

"What did we just say?" Geroge rolled his eyes.

"He does like her." Neville couldn't help but mumble.

"What was that?" Fred asked slyly, nudging Neville, "Could you speak up?"

"Nothing." Neville said quickly, catching Malfoy's eye.

"What's the matter? We'll stick by you if the Malfoy attacks." Geroge added.

"...Well...nevermind..." Neville said. "But I saw something else last night, Draco." Everybody was silent, except
the chuckling of Fred and Geroge.

"Please, do tell us all what you saw." Fred went on.

"Well...uh..."

"He saw nothing." Malfoy glared at Neville.

"I think 'we' should be the judge of that." George implied.

"...I saw Draco-"

"Fred, George! Are you bothering them again??" Mrs. Weasley walked, hands to her hips. Neville jumped up
and ran past her.

"Damn, we could never get anything out of him." Fred snapped his fingers.

"Well we don't need Neville to tell us." Hermione turned to Malfoy, an innocent smile spread across her face.
"Draco, what happened last night besides...you know..."

"None of any of your businesses." Malfoy said, his dark features coming clear.

"Please..." Hermione rested her head on his shoulder and caressed his abs, making him quiver with effection.

"No." He managed to say.

"Well, there's no way breaking him, come on, Fred." George retreated up the stairs to fall back asleep, Fred
following. But Hermione wouldn't give up.

"Please..." She whispered in his ear. He tried keeping a straight, stern face, but it was too hard from her gentle
touch. All he could feel was this tickling sensation inside of him, flowing through his veins.

"It doesn't matter."

"Please..." She continued, slowly, inching her way down his firm stomach, sliding her hand down his black shirt.

"Ask Neville."

"But wouldn't that only aggrivate you..." She kept slipping her way down his shirt. They were stuck in this trance
that they couldn't escape until he told her what had happened. She finally made it to his dark pants, and stopped
above his pant line. "Come on." His face remained stubborn and secret once she stopped, and he didn't say
anything. "Fine, you had to do it the hard way." Hermione slipped her hand under his belt and briefs, feeling his
strong, hard cock. It only now came into mind of how big it was, and Hermione couldn't have a better thought in
mind. She began caressing and tugging softly at it. Malfoy's erection couldn't have come at a better time, he gave in.

"I went into your room when you were asleep. Neville saw, who knows why."

"What did you do?" Hermione began slowing down her pace and looked up at Malfoy, curious and afraid of what
he might say.

"You'll only get mad..."

"Try me."

"I, um, sort of, well, it's really not that big of a deal."

"I'll be the judge of that."

"I fingered you and jacked off." Malfoy blurted out, glad to get it off of his chest. Hermione pulled her hand out
right away.

"Well. That's different." She got up and walked off, shocked a little but did happen to notice a good feeling when
she was asleep last night.
 

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"He's coming tomorrow morning. He's coming, Arthur." Mrs. Weasley beamed brightly. "I want to make sure
he's safe and well and out of the clutches of You-Know-Who."

"Don't worry, honey. He's probably just as excited as you are." Mr. Weasley replied. "Eh, Hermione, Draco?
You don't mind if we just told him that you were here, right?"

"Perfectly OK, Mr. Weasley." Hermione replied. They were all in the kitchen Friday night, discussing Ron's
arrival which was so soon.

"Doesn't matter, we'll be gone Sunday anyways." Draco smiled sarcastically.

"Well, it's ten o'clock, time to get to bed." Mrs. Weasley announced and got up off of the whicker chair, stepping
out of the kitchen. "Come on!"

"We better listen to her." Mr. Weasley mumbled and got up as well, hoping Hermione and Draco would follow.

"Come into my room tonight, you won't get a good smile in the morning." Hermione warned and followed the rest
up the stairs.

"Hey, maybe we should put ping-pong balls over the door; incase he comes early." Fred whispered to George.
 

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Hermione's room was silent and dark, shadows covered the walls. All was just fine...until the floor creaked under someone's heavy shoes. It creeped up to Hermione's bed, and breathed over her body; tapping her on the shoulder. Hermione groaned and tossed to her other side, opening her eyes. Right before her was the red headed Ron
Weasley who she missed. She sat up, Ron smiling happily to her.

"Ron!" She almost shouted and clinged her arms around his neck.
 

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-I see you, Weasley.- Malfoy had followed Ron to where he was heading and finally stopped at the crack of
Hermione's door. Acting as though it were nothing, he walked in yawning, even though he wasn't tired.

"Why you making all this noise, Weasley." He stopped yawning instantly and gave a huge smirk, seeing the look
on Ron's face.

"Him." Ron hissed and ran over to Malfoy, pushing his arms against the dusty wall. Malfoy chuckled at the frantic
red head and shoved him off roughly.

"Long time no see, Weasley. Last time I saw you, you were shaking white feathers off of your ass." Malfoy said,
sneering.

"Well by least, my nickname at school isn't the Famous Hopping Ferret." Ron replied, smirking even wider.
Malfoy's face grew red with fury and he swung a punch for Ron's nose.

"What are you two doing? Stop it!" Hermione demanded, but they didn't listen. Ron grew even more furious
between each bloody punch, and began putting more effort into it. For Malfoy, this wasn't that hard. But the
hard blows to his nose was a bit untollerable. "Stop!" Hermione got up and stalked towards the fighting two,
trying to break them up.

"Get out of the way, Hermione." Ron demanded when Hermione ,anaged to get between the two.

"Why?" Hermione asked. "Give me a damn good reason why."

"Because he's Malfoy!" Ron yelled, almost waking up the entire house hold.

"So??" Hermione yelled back, then turned to Malfoy. "And you, why did you come in and start instigating him?"

"Because it's fun to annoy him." Malfoy smirked.

"Well I don't care. Draco, go back to your room, I want to talk to Ron alone." Hermione commanded. Malfoy
looked like he wanted to object on that, but decided to save his come backs for later and gave a final glare at
Ron, stalking out of the creaky room. Hermione didn't turn around until Malfoy's steps were heard faintly, then
turned back to Ron. "Now, before you over reacted, what were you saying?"

"Just to say I missed you. And why the hell is he here again?" Ron asked.

"Lucius. We had to get away and he saved me. What else was I to do with him? Leave him to get killed?"
Hermione asked, then moved herself towards him. "I missed you too." She whispered, resting her head against
his chest. -Well...he got more...built. At least he wwouldn't do something I know he wouldn't do when I am
sleeping. Unlike some perves.- Hermione thought, still, Ron's wash board abs reminded her of Malfoy's warm,
firm abs as well.
 

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"What are you doing, Ron?" Fred yawned, dragging his feet into the scented kitchen.

"Nothing." Ron snapped quickly, turning around.

"No, I saw you put something in there." George pointed out, coming up behind Fred.

"Eggs are on the table." Mrs. Weasley announced and walked past them all. Hermione came in a moment later,
sleep dust ashed over her tired eyes.

"Morning." She yawned and sat down at the table. Malfoy, sleepy but not showing it one bit, sat down across
from her, right where Ron was just standing. Ron sat down next to Hermione, glaring menacingly at Malfoy.
Malfoy rolled his eyes and took a bite out of his eggs, glaring back at Ron.

"Note: stay away from Ron and Malfoy." George said aloud, sitting down with Fred.

"Note: get a note book." Fred added.

"Note: get a pencil." George implied.

"Note: stop talking to ourselves."

"Note: OK." Ten minutes passed, and they were all done. Even Malfoy. Which quizzled Ron at Malfoy's health.

"I don't get it." He pondered, looking Malfoy up and down.

"Don't understand what?" Hermione asked, noticing his confusion.

"Uh...nothing." Ron replied quickly.

"Oh, I know why my eggs tasted so funny. I just thought it was that Mrs. Weasley's bad cooking." Malfoy
realized. "It's nothing, really. Ron just put poison in my eggs."
 
 
 

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