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

Demon Beneath My Will

by harshdecember
 
 

Chapter 10
Threats Pass
 

"Draco," Hermione broke out of her trance and looked up. Hearing his name instantly, Malfoy (sorry, too late
in the chapters to start calling Draco) stopped dead in his tracks, her tone was frightened, and he wouldn't stand
for it.

"Yes?" He asked, turning around. Hermione held up the knife slowly.

"What's wrong?" Collin asked.

"This," Malfoy replied, grabbing it out of Hermione's hands. He examined it carefully, then looked up, glaring at
Collin. "Where?"

"Where what?" Collin asked, confused.

"Where did you find this!?!" Malfoy screeched, grabbing Collin's collar and lifting him up off of the ground easily.

"On the street," Collin managed to choke out. Malfoy let him go roughly as people began to wander their eyes
over to the scene.

"Come on," Malfoy said to Hermione. "We have to go. Now."

"What'll we do?" Hermione cried.

"We'll have to leave at night."

"But where? What if he finds us?"

"We'll have to take a cab the rest on the way to my house."

"What about after that?"

"We'll have to go to..." Malfoy paused a moment and cringed, "We'll have to go to Dumbledore." Hermione
remembered the letter she wrote Harry, she'll ask him the next time Malfoy's eagle dropped by.

"OK," Hermione agreed, turing to Collin. "We have to go, I'm sorry. Probably see you around?"

"Sure," Collin replied, puzzled. Hermione put her head down and walked away, Malfoy stayed behind to ask
Collin where he specifically found it. As she walked to the door, somebody plump and large hopped in her way.

"Where you going, precious?" Dudley asked, grabbing Hermione's arm.

"Let go of me!" Hermione screeched, though not loud enough to Malfoy to hear.

"Too bad Satan isn't here to rescue his bitch," one of his cronies sniggered. Dudley pulled out his pocket knife
and slowly and unseenly, he pulled the blade to her throat. Nobody in the large mall saw.

"Get away!" Hermione screeched again, thrashing out of his pudgy arms. Malfoy sensed something was going
wrong, and looked up from Collin ahead of him. "Draco!" Hermione yelled helplessly as no one saw Dudley
inch closer to her pulse. Malfoy pushed Collin out of his way and ran to Hermione dodging people in his way.
Soon enough, he made it through the crowd and ran towards Dudley. Afraid, his cronies stepped back a step
as Dudley kept the knife to her throat.

"Go away, and your bitch doesn't get hurt," Dudley threatened, trying not to show his fear, though his watery
black eyes showed it all. Malfoy rolled his eyes and simply grabbed the pocket knife away from Hermione's
throat and out of Dudley's hand quickly, pointing it to Dudley's throat then. Hermione stepped away, next to
Malfoy.

"Listen here, asshole. The way to slit a throat isn't with a fucking pocket knife. A pocket knife is something you
use to open a can of catfood," Malfoy said, throwing the pocket knife down and punching Dudley against the wall.
Malfoy brought up the sharp knife he was holding and exposed it to Dudley. "This is the way to kill somebody.
Give me a good reason why I shouldn't kill you right now." Dudley quivered, remaining silent. "Since your so empty headed, I'll answer that for you. Because you're not worth it." Malfoy flipped the knife in his trench coat and
grabbed Hermione's arm. Dudley and his gang didn't say a word as they left.
 

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"Did he hurt you?" Malfoy asked, checking Hermione's throat in the hotel room.

"No," Hermione replied, shivering at Malfoy's gentle touch against her throat. It was a big change from him choking
her on the first day at his house.

"Bastard. He's not dark. Obviously doesn't work out. Gives ME a bad name." Hermione looked up into his dark,
grey-blue eyes.

"What does that mean."

"I'm just saying."

"Oh, because you're dark and work out." Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Well, yea."

"I guess I can follow along with the work out part." She wanted to get him going.

"What do you mean? I'm not dark?"

"I'm just saying."

"Hey! I'm dark!"

"Oh, stop being a baby." Hermoine sat down on the bed, trying to hide her smile.

"Fine." Malfoy lifted up his shirt, and on his perfect stomach, was a long white scar. "That's from a bar fight."
Malfoy put his neck to the left side and showed a scar on his right. "That's from not being friendly with Lucius."
He showed other scars on his arm, the to his left forearm. The big one. "And this is for being a Death Eater."
Hermione, even though she was playing before, was impressed. He got in a lot of bar fights, but managed to
cover the scars.

"Impressed. I'm going to bed." Hermione got up off of Malfoy's bed and onto her own. Malfoy followed her
and grabbed her arm.

"Remember?" He showed the knife again, opening his trench coat. Hermione got back to her head and nodded it,
remembering the case.

"Well, where are we going to go?" Hermione asked.

"Remember? Dumbandsnore's place."

"Don't call him that!"

"I can call anybody what I want. See, Ron Measley. Harry Bladder. Professor Shitdick."

"Shut-up!"

"Make me. Herhiney Granger."

"Ooh. I'll show you Herhiney Granger." Hermione started pounding on his chest, which only affected Malfoy a
little. Malfoy grabbed one of her small wrists as she now started to kick his legs and upwards. He grabbed her
other wrist and made her look up.

"Hermione."

"What?" Apparently, she got pretty offended by his name calling. "Don't call any of my friends-" Malfoy
interrupted her and pressed his lips against hers hard, kissing her passionatly. Hermione, taken by surprise, finally
realized where she was and who she was kissing, and returned the kiss as he awaited to slide his tongue in her
mouth. She opened her mouth a little and he shot his tongue in, deepening the kiss. He started leaning her against
the bed, still kissing her, and putting his hand behind her on the bed, holding her up. Hermione, making first attempt, starting pulling off her shirt, sliding it over her head. -This is it.- Malfoy thought. Then he realized, what was he
doing? He now realized she was...well...smart and beautiful. After this entire time, all he's been paying attention to
was his male hormones and her body, not finding out the real, nice and charming Hermione. He shouldn't be doing
this. Not now. Malfoy pulled away, breaking off the passionate kiss and leaving a warm, hot gap between them;
despite the air conditioned room around them. Hermione looked up into his deep, meaningful eyes, breathing hard.
She sat down on the bed, still looking him straight in the eye.

"What's wrong?" She asked softly. Malfoy, eyes full of emotion, turned away from her stare, looking down. "We
have to go. We can't fool around right now. We need to check out." He stated shortly and cleared his throat,
walking into the bathroom and closing the door. Hermione felt foolish and dumb. How could she think of it...at
such a time. Then she looked over at her shirt, which made her feel so ashamed and dirty of the situation. But
how could he turn her down? She really considered herself...beautiful. Just pretty, not in some pretty-in-pink way,
just pretty. Feeling mad and confused, she pulled on her shirt quickly and got up, walking over to the table. Malfoy,
not announcing his actions, began to run a shower before they left. Hermione sat down and put her hand to her
forehead, holding back a few chokes that would lead to tears.
 

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"Hermione?" She heard a deep voice call out from the bathroom later.

"What?" Hermione snapped shortly.

"There's no...towels in here." Hermione almost laughed out loud.

"That is not my problem."

"What?? There are some under the cabinet next to the table!" Hermione looked over to her side and swung open
the small cabinet's door on the floor. Yep. There were plushy, pearly white towels in there.

"So?" She closed it and smiled to herself. Malfoy made a very loud groan and banged on the door. "Oh, what's
the matter big, bad boy? Afraid to show your birthday suit to me? I already saw it once, what's the difference?"

"Well you didn't see my lower parts which were covered by...bubbles or something."

"And? I was probably supposed to see it tonight anywho, so make your point?" Malfoy made another loud groan
and banged on the door even harder.

"Fine." After a minute or so, the door knob turned slowly and a very wet and naked Malfoy slipped out. Hermione's
eyes widened, and a very sly smile crossed her face. As she already knew, his body was very built; stomach, arms
and all; but something else was much more important and much more larger than life about him. Hermione gasped,
even though she should have known. He rolled his eyes and walked over to the cabinet, swinging it open and grabbing
a towel.

"Now was that so hard?" he asked exasperated.

"No, but kissing me isn't either," Hermione replied, looking down. She couldn't resist but glance at his large cock,
maybe a little too long.
"Do you mind?" Malfoy asked, wrapping the towel over his waist and blocking Hermione's view. He walked over
to the bathroom and got dressed quickly, pulling his leather trench coat over his shoulders. He walked out, and
noticed Hermione's curious face. "I know what you're thinking. Yes, I have." Hermione widened her eyes.

"Wha-what?" She asked quickly.

"What about you?" He asked, grabbing her coat out of the closet and throwing it to her. Hermione looked down,
waiting a moment to answer even though she knew what to say.

"I'm a, uh, virgin..." Hermione finally answered. She got up and pulled her coat on, walking over to Malfoy.
"Exactly with who?" They both knew who the other was talking about for sure. Malfoy chuckled and stuffed some
of the hotels towels into his coat.

"Please, look at me. With who? Let's just say some of even your girl friends aren't so fucking innocent as they
appear to be; or say they are."

"You are such a pig!" She smacked him across his head hard.

"Hey, a male has hormones! Like the rest."

"Oh, so that only means with sluts, then. You don't seem to be so horny with me." She walked out and before he
could, she slammed the door on his face and stormed down the hall. -Well...this is going to take longer for her to
forget than I thought.- Malfoy thought, opening the door and following her.
 
 
 

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