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

Demon Beneath My Will

by harshdecember
 
 

Chapter 8
Black Skulls
 

"We'll miss you, guys! Becareful!" Mrs. Weasley hugged Hermione tightly and shaked Malfoy's hand good-bye.
"Thought you were going to be trouble, but I suppose it's all the same," She said to Malfoy.

"See ya!" Fred and George patted Hermione on the back good-bye, and glared at Malfoy.

"Yes. I love you too," Malfoy said sarcastically to them, returning the glare. Finally, besides his father who was
at work, stepped up to Hermione.

"Good-bye, Hermione," He said, giving her a warm, big hug.

"Good-bye, Ron," Hermione smiled brightly and kissed him on the cheek.

"Whatever. We've got to go, come on. Who knows where Lucius is," Malfoy said, making sure he had his wand
with him, and going out of the door without a proper so-long. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Good luck," Mrs. Weasley said.

"Thanks guys. Good bye!" She said, heading out of the door, Ron's eyes longing from behind her.

"Don't worry, Ickle Ronny, they'll be fine," Fred reassured Ron and walked into another room.
 

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"Now if you're done making googly eyes with lover boy, I'd like to get to my house before Lucius catches on,"
Malfoy said, walking down the dark path.

"We need to get on The Knight Bus again. We'll have no other way of transportation," Hermione announced,
ignoring his statement.

"Does it look like night to you?" Malfoy asked.

"No but we can still try it," Hermione said, trying to grab at his wand. Malfoy grabbed at it before she could and
raised it high above her head.

"Sorry, babe, it doesn't work like that," Malfoy sneered, getting pleasure out of her efforts to get the wand.

"Come on. Let's at least give it a try," Hermione pleaded.

"It doesn't work in sun light," Malfoy repeated.

"And you couldn't even give it a small chance??"

"No, because it would be a waste of time. Understand the meaning in 'Knight' Bus?"

"Fine, genius, what do you expect we do?"

"While you were on your little 'walk', I was already thinking ahead of time. What do you think I am? All evil
and looks?"

"Yes. Because that's what you've ever had your heart set on."

"Don't go speaking out for my heart and feelings when you don't know a damn thing of what I think."

"Oh, I know what you think. What every other normal male in this world thinks. Big breasts and a tight ass."

"Well then I'm not any normal male."

"That's right, you're a lizard," Malfoy started walking down the dirt path again, stalking towards town.

"The city is near by. We should stay in a hotel for a close week."

"Oh, so now you're changing the subject," Hermione stalked after him.

"No, I'm trying to get to shelter, thank you very much."

"Admit it. You know you're nothing but what your name means: a dragon. Every girl at Hogwarts and even a
lot that you pass on the street think you're only a six packed, cute faced, dark, hot male. But I can see through
that. No matter how much you want to change, which in my opinion is none, you'll always be like Lucius. All
your heart is set on is to kill all muggles and follow in Voldemort's path." Malfoy had it. He brushed up against
Hermione swiftly and slammed her against the closest tree trunk hard, wrists tightly in his grip against the bark.

"Now listen here, Hermione, I was given my name for what Lucius portrays. I can name at least one-hundred
girls that have given me the nick-name Black Hot Dragon and comment me on my six pack abs. And if you can
see through me, you must have a sixth sense because like Lucius, I hide my emotions beneath my heart and that
is why nobody knows what I'm feeling. Killing muggles and following in Voldemort's path has been a dream to
me since I learned the word mudblood years ago, but up until now, I'm not sure what I want. Lucius is seeking
us out ten times faster than we can breathe and all you're thinking about is emotions and feelings? Now unlike
you, I do think clearly for myself and know who I like and hate. My only enemy at this moment is Lucius."

He quickly pulled down his left sleeve of his trench coat that was hardly noticable before because of his dark
features and evil, black clothes, and exposed his forearm. Hermione gasped. It wasn't like she didn't expect it,
but Malfoy's left forearm showed a dark, burning black skull.

"I've been ignoring this the past two weeks. Yea, I could choose to go to Voldemort. But what kind of foolish
idea would that be? I could turn you in, and you know, if I did, I would probably get an award. But guess what?
I choose not. Now look who's the dragon." He let go of the shocked Hermione, and stalked off towards town
again. After a few moments, he grinned evily to himself. -Well, I put her in her place for the next couple of hours.-
He thought as Hermione finally walked after him.

It was around 3 o' clock p.m. when they made it to the closest city they could find. They really didn't know where
they were, but it didn't matter. They needed shelter, no matter what city they were in. Cars rushed past them as they
walked down the busy streets. Hermione was following close behind, though keeping her distance, the whole time.
He obviously knew where he was going. -I shouldn't have thought he was an airheaded blonde.- Hermione thought
guiltly, keeping her head down. Malfoy turned a corner and stalked into a five star hotel. Hermione, surprised he
would go here of all places, followed once more up to the counter.

"Hello, how may I help you?" The young lady at the counter asked, looking up from the main computer.

"Yes, I called in before for the suite. Malfoy, Draco and Granger, Hermione." Malfoy replied firmly. The lady
looked up the name and finally looked up from her computer.

"You have room B6, second floor. Seven days, I prosume?"

"Yes."

"Then here's your key and have a nice stay." She smiled and handed Malfoy a card. He walked over to the
elevator, Hermione, dumbstruck, following once more.
 

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"But...how did you...you know..." Hermione babbled.

"I'm not as empty headed as you think," Malfoy sneered, dropping himself on the gold-covered bed. "We head
for my mansion in a week. We can't be too obvious, you know." Hermione walked over to him and plopped
herself on the bed as well.

"I'm sorry," she apologized after a moment.

"Oh, for what?"

"You know what, Draco. My mind thinks ahead of myself and I just say what I think, not what I mean."

"And you judge quickly, you forgot about that part."

"Whatever. What I'm saying is, sorry for putting you in so much trouble and thank you for saving me everyday."

"You consider what I do deeds? Please, if I called what I do deeds everyday, I'd be some sort of crazed nun
doing a charity drive. It's life, face it. Life yells extreme and you want to make it."

"Is that your modo?"

"Yea. I like it. And if you don't, you can kiss my ass."

"I wouldn't want to."

"Why?...afraid you'd like it?"

"Once I get fingered in my sleep, that's when I decide."

"But then you'd be asleep."

"Correction. 'Was' asleep."

"Then what's you decision?"

"You love playing these little mind games, don't you?"

"What can I say, babe? It's fun. You should try it with Ron. Not that the bastard isn't a confused freak as it is."

"Why are you now mentioning Ron? Jealous?"

"What?? Why would I be jealous of...HIM of all people."

"Because you know I like him." She got up and walked towards the bathroom. "I'm taking a bath. And you
better NOT come in."

"Oh no you don't." He jumped up and ran in front of her, slamming the bathroom door behind him.

"Draco!!! Open up!!!"

"What's the magic word?"

"Now or I kick you where the sun doesn't shine."

"Oops. Wrong answer. You won't get to take a bath now."

"OUT!"

"You had your chance. Now leave ME alone and let me take MY bath."

"Er! You are so arrogant!"

"Do you want to take a bath?"

"Yes!"

"Do you really want to take a bath?"

"YES!"

"You sure?"

"YES!!! Now let me in!"

"If you say so, Madam QueenaBitchos." He opened the door and Hermione stomped in, only to have her eyes
widen and her mouth drop. In front of her was a naked Draco sitting on the covered toilet seat.

"What the...why are you..."

"I told you. I'm taking my bath." He replied simply and turned on the water, letting the steam flow through. He
was pleased to see on how shocked she looked. Was it of that she was surprised to see him naked or that she
was surprised to see how devilishly handsome he looked? She didn't even know. All she could set her mind on
was to take a bath, and that was her objective. With out realizing what she was doing, she pulled off her clothes
quickly and hopped in the tub before he could. It was a rather large one, at that, it resembled a large hot tub,
but Hermione didn't hesitate to think of such manners. Malfoy, pleasure arrousing him of the fact that Hermione
was in the bathtub as he was going in, stepped in quickly too, opposite of Hermione. -Why did I think that
would work?- Hermoine thought, unable to help but peer down below Malfoy's waist line.
 
 
 

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