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

Demon Beneath My Will

by harshdecember
 
 

Chapter 9
Runaway Lies
 

"Now, please tell me why you just did that." Malfoy's smirk was growing wider.

"Get out." Hermione hissed.

"Nope, don't think I want to." Malfoy put his hands behind his head, closing his eyes.

"You better not relax because you're getting out!"

"Too late."

"GET OUT!"

"Ah, baby, you're breaking my heart."

"I'm getting your wand then! I know as a fact the Knight Bus comes out in day light as well!"

"Good luck." Malfoy reached from behind him and pulled up his wand with his wet hand.

"Give it!" Hermione wadded over and tried to reach up for the wand. The tub seemed like a swimming pool,
really, it was deep enough for the water to cover her chest. -OK, this isn't a bathtub.- Hermione thought. It was
too big and too classy. As she tried snatching it away from him, her body rubbed up against his chest in the
process. Malfoy, enjoying the moment, went hard right away. And Hermione tried catching her breath. It was
one thing to see one's built chest, but to touch it, especially with your chest, would be too overwhelming for
Hermione.

"Give it to me, Draco." Hermione demanded again.

"OK." Draco sneered and grabbed Hermione's waist, pulling her forward.

"I didn't mean it for that!"

"Then what do you mean? I never know." He let go, growing cross again.

"Will you please just give me the wand." Hermione asked, a little more kindly than before. Malfoy started
getting more serious; as it showed in his eyes. "What's wrong?"

"Listen, Hermione. Lucius now has this circuit running through that damn purple bus. Now that we've been on
it once, he can automatically transport to that spot. I don't know how he does it sometimes, but I know he's
done it. I did a test run last night, while you and that weasle were snogging, and that oddball in the wild purple
suit warned me. Lucius was by there. He's not sleeping until he finds us. That's how crazy and determined he is."

-Well that explains a lot.- Hermione thought.

"Oh...I'm sorry but I can't take you seriously when we're both naked."

"Well there is one thing we can take seriously when we're both naked.

"Oh, please Draco. Don't think it."

"Well you wrote it. Can't I make one of your dreams come true?" Hermione glared up at him, but it didn't seem
to break his wild smirk. So after a few moments, she broke the stare and reached out for a towel.

"You won't get any action from me." She mumbled and wrapped the towel around her wet body as she got out,
making extra sure that Malfoy didn't see anymore than he already saw.

"Here anytime." Malfoy reassured her, relaxing once more.
 

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Around Tuesday afternoon, Hermione was prepared to go out in town. She really needed a new set of clothing.
By the time they would get to Malfoy's mansion, all they would need to get is her wand and a few things Malfoy
didn't want to name. He told her he would meet her at the Red Grove's Market, since he wanted to work off
some energy and walk. Walking out of the door in the same clothing she was wearing for a week; which was a
fire black t-shirt and baggy blue pants she was wearing under her robes; she walked down the stairs and out of
the enchanting gold hotel and down the street.
 

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"Where is he." Hermione muttered under her breathe.

"Right here." Somebody whispered in her hair. She whirled around, seeing a silver blonde haired rocker.

"God! Why do you have to walk around like some Matrix freak??" She said out of his surprise. True; he was
wearing his matrix trench coat again. Glossy leather. She hated how he would stalk around everywhere acting
like he would kill the first soul who stepped in his way.

"Loosen up, will you? Besides, you're late." He replied, checking his silver and green wrist watch that he never
removed.

"I'm not late. A witch is never late. Nor is she early. She arrives percicley as she means to." Hermione replied,
swaggering off.

"You got that from somewhere. I just can't put my finger on it."

"You put your finger on alot of things. Besides, what I said really isn't the full phrase I think. Besides, what
happened to going by the name of Jack London?"

"I had to say my real name for the hotel so it would go on my account."

"Which account? For what?"

"It's called the 'Draco' account. It's like a credit card. Nobody can get into it's access but me." He replied
suavely, pulling something out from his coat pocket and lighting it up.

"What's that?"

"Cigerette." Malfoy replied, taking a puff out of it.

"Please tell me why you are now stupidly deciding to smoke?"

"'Cause, Lucius knows I would never take it up because he would kill me if I did. So it's sort of a harder way
to point me out."

"Oh, your a genius. Did you ever think though that he would notice your 'hair' and when he does find you and
catches you smoking, even though he would kill us anyways, make it slower and more painful?" Malfoy thought
for a moment, then flicked the cigerette on the ground, swearing "damn" under his breathe.

"It was a thought," Malfoy replied, shrugging.

"Well do you think you could look less...I don't know...attractive??"

"Why? I can't help the way I look. I was born that way."

"Stop being so arrogant! You know perfectly well every female we've passed was goggling and drooling all
over you." True, every woman that saw Malfoy couldn't help but stare. "Now anybody could point you out."

"I've always been noticeable, darling," he said sarcastically, putting his arm around her shoulders. "See how we
could be even more noticeable?"

"Bugger off." She couldn't help but smile, though. "Now we need to get new...clothing." Hermione stopped in
front of a huge mall that seemed like a dream to her. "Can I please have some money??"

"What? To buy tickle-me-pink outfits and 'Princess' shirts? No, I'm going with you to see what you buy."
Hermione rolled her eyes and walked into the spinning doors, pushing to the other side, Malfoy following.
Hermione looked around dreamily. Stores were all in pretty rows, to her atleast, and people walked in and
out of them, happy and laughing. "Don't go running off on me." He grabbed her collar and pulled her back,
staring her in the eyes. -She's always so hopeful. That's why I couldn't tell her about the Knight Bus. She
just thinks she can go off and do anything as long as she thinks it's safe.- He thought, letting go of his grip
and standing next to her.

"I can look how I want, so shove off," Hermione said.

"Yea, but-" Malfoy looked up. Someone was running right at him. "What the fuck!" The boy ran right into
Malfoy, almost knocking him over. He didn't seem to know where he was going. Malfoy grabbed him in time
before the boy left and pushed him against the wall. He couldn't take that crap from a stranger. "What's the
hurry, bud?" Hermione looked over his shoulder, and her eyes widened.

"Collin??" She screeched, looking straight at the pretty-boy blonde's face.

"Hermione! Draco! What are you doing here?" Collin asked, frightened of Malfoy.

"On an under cover mission to save the world from fat, fluffy bunnies. You?" Malfoy asked coldly.

"Running from him!" Collin screeched, pointing beyond Malfoy. He seemed to be more afraid of the chubby
boy behind Malfoy than Malfoy. He looked over his shoulder, only to find what seemed like a loose pig running
right at him with other cronies on his tail. Malfoy let go of Collin roughly, standing straight in front of the bozos.

"Who are they?" Hermione asked Collin.

"Dudley and his freaky friends!" Collin exclaimed. "They've been chasing and beating me up all day."

"Well I'll thank them for that." Malfoy mumbled, glaring at Dudley. Dudley walked right up to Malfoy.

"Move aside, big ass!" Dudley cursed at Malfoy; which Malfoy was much taller than any of the people there.
Malfoy laughed. But it was short and stern.

"Excuse me?" Malfoy asked, laughing at what Dudley had just called him. One of Dudley's cronies tried
punching him, but Malfoy grabbed their wrist and twisted it back.

"Move," Dudley hissed.

"Now, I'm going to give you some advice. Listen carefully," Malfoy began, glaring down at the fat boy. "Having
cronies was out of style at least three years ago when rightful 15 year olds grew into their alpha male stage.
Chasing little boys like this and beating them up is pathetic and pitiful in your case. And you really need to cut
back on the chocolate," he stated, punching Dudley square in the nose. Dudley fell down, blood gushing out of
his nose. His cronies looked down at him, then back up at Malfoy, prepared to fight. Malfoy kicked one of
them in their stomach and a few others with a punch to the eye. Collin leaped with joy.

"Why'd you help me??" Collin asked happily.

"Because, my little mouse, they're the kind of guys that give us rebels a bad name." Malfoy said, looking down at
the pitiful group. Hermione only smiled.

"See how nice he can be sometimes?" Hermione asked. Malfoy's head snapped up, looking at Hermione.

"What?? I'm not nice! That was just a small reflex and I haven't punched anybody in a very long time!" Malfoy
defended, stalking off.

"So why are you here?" Hermione asked Collin.

"You know that little family thing? I got stuck with the Dursleys. For some reason they REALLY hate me and hid
away my wand," Collin replied. "So why are you here...and with HIM?"

"Long story. I just got stuck with him and we had to run away and crap. I'll tell it to you later. Where's the
Dursleys anywho?"

"They told us to go to the mall. The argued if I should go but finally Dudley said it would be fun if I went...so
who's Harry with??"

"Dumbledore. No surprise." They walked behind Malfoy closely. "But sorry, you're going to have go back with
'him' when we're done."

"Yea," Collin looked down. "But hey! I meant to get this off of my hands! I picked it up on my way here, I don't
know what it is but I don't really want it. So you guys can have it." Collin grabbed something out of his pocket
and handed it to Hermione freely.

"Thanks," Hermiopne said, then looked down at it. It was a beautiful, metal, silvery knife. A rose carved into it
on the handle and the blade was slick and clean.

"Where did you find this?" Hermione gasped.

"Down the street that way," Collin pointed out of the door. "Who knows how it got there. I just thought it was
cool, but you would probably have more use of it. So...how's Ginny?" Hermione didn't reply. She just stared
down at the knife. There was a quite faded streak of red across the sharp blade.
 
 
 

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