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

Demon Beneath My Will

by harshdecember
 
 

Chapter 11
Don't Say a Word
 

"Look, I'm sorry." Malfoy finally caught up to her in the lobby where she was finishing checking out.

"None of your fault. I just don't know why I can be so stupid at times is all." Hermione snapped and walked
out of the hotel. Nightfall had already seized day, and they gold stars were shining brightly.

"We just can't fool around for the time being!" Malfoy explained, hoping for her to forget it.

"Look, it's not your fault, OK? I would have pulled away after five minutes...once I caught my breathe. But I
just don't want to be in any sort relationship..."

"Why? Thought you and Ron would've gotten married by now." Malfoy cursed under his breathe, following her
soft footsteps down the street, trying to wave for a taxi.

"Because. None of your business. Something personal." Finally, a yellow taxi cab pulled up in front of her, and
she reached for the door. Malfoy got to it first, and swung it open for her.

"Why?"

"Why do you have to be so...so...nosy!" She slid into the back and folded her arms, not making another sound
or word.

"Where to?" The driver asked.

"Know where the Malfoy Manor is on NightRee Avenue out of this city?" Malfoy replied. Instantly, the driver
took off down the street and entering the suburbs. Malfoy tried his best not to make eye contact with Hermione,
though it was hard to ignore her clear, meaningful eyes. -Cant wait to get to Dumbledore's after this.- He thought
sarcastically. The thought wasn't much help. Finally, at least a block away from the house an hour later, the cab
pulled up.

"I'm not going anywhere near that place. Are you sure you want to go in there? What's your name, kid?" Malfoy
hesitated.

"Jack London...of London. My business here is none of your own." Malfoy replied, getting out his bag of coins.
He gave the driver the right amount needed and got out; as did Hermione. It was by that very tree they were at.
About a mile or two away from the house. "Thanks for not going anycloser, ass." Malfoy yelled out sarcastically
and threw a rock at the windown of the cab as it drove away. Hermione stood still, not wanting to go any closer.
She looked down, holding herself, and yelped in pain.

"It's hurting again." She said weakly, looking down.

"How?" He asked, running a free hand through his slick, blonde hair. Her forehead started throbbing and she
her knees gave in, falling. As she felt her body fall, she closed her eyes, her chest hurt probably as bad as Harry's
when ever Voldemort was near. She waited for a painful thump to bang against her body; but it never happened.
Malfoy caught her just in time before she could fall, and was already checking her scar. He looked around; then
under the swaying willow tree. It started to rain lightly, only to hear a sudden bang of thunder and lightning pierce
the grey, night sky. He took her under the tree and found the black strip he had used before, lying under a few
leaves. Cradling her in one arm, he sat down with her, setting her on his lap and picking up the black strip. He
brushed off some dirt and dry leaves from it, blood had faded from the cloth a little. About to set it down again,
he sensed something. Only a Malfoy could do. He sensed his father; Lucius had picked it up before. Dare say
two weeks ago. He was on their trail, and Lucius would not give up.
 

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"Hermione, wake up," Draco whispered to her, gently shaking her awake. Hermione's eye squeezed and her
forehead wrinkled, eyes still closed. "Wake up." Hermione groaned and slowly opened her eyes.

"What? Where are we?" Hermione asked, looking around.

"He's coming. We've got to move." Malfoy ignored her question and got up, pacing the room. Hermione sat up
slowly, elbows supporting her weight. She was in Malfoy's room; on his black sheeted bed. Right away she
recognized her suitcase sprawled on the bedroom floor; clothes scattered about.

"Where's my wand?" She asked light headed, her wound still hurting.

"Here." He threw her wand over to her and picked up a navy blue duffle bag, going over to his closet and throwing
in dark clothes followed by more leather trench coats. To Hermione's surrpise, he kept throwing stuff in, and all of
it fit. -Wait, duh, a Scuffle Duffle. One of those new, expandable duffle bags that don't weigh anything.- She thought
quickly and managed to get on her feet. Malfoy started throwing all of her clothes in swiftly and some of her books;
stopping to smirk when he reached for her diary. Hermione realized the situation and started pacing around, unsure
of what to do or pack. Malfoy opened his side drawer and grabbed a few things. Hermione swore she saw a small
package of some sort. Once he closed his duffel bag, his senses started kicking in. His head shot up and he ran out
of the room and into the one across the hall, looking out of the window.

"Shit!" He yelled and ran back into his room.

"What?" Hermione asked.

"He's back. A few miles away, near the willow tree by the road."

"How do you know?"

"How do I know? Please, Hermione. A Malfoy knows. He'll know we're here and apparate as soon as he senses
my blood near by. We have to go NOW!" He threw his duffle bag strap over his broad shoulder and grabbed her
wrist, pulling her out of the room. Hermione clutched her wand tightly, alert. Once they made it outside below,
Malfoy swung his duffle bag off of his shoulders and pulled out something silky and watery blue.

"Is that-"

"Yea. Smuggled Potter's away from him last year until I bought my own 'better' one."

"So you were the one that stole it and hung it high on one of the Quidditch goal posts!"

"Yeah! Still can't forget the look on Potter's and Weasley's face when Potter flew up to-" Hermione gave him a
nasty glare. "retrieve it..."

"I can't understand how you can be so arrogant...but then really sweet."

"Sweet? Me?" Malfoy asked defensively, trying to keep his mouth straight. He shot his head up again, then
unraveled the silky material. "We're going to have to make a run for it with out him seeing." He put his duffle bag
back on his shoulder and put his hand around Hermione's waist, pulling her close; pressing her stomach against
his chest. -If I have to walk with her to the closestt cab, I will die.- He thought, growing a bit hard down below.
As soon as he pulled the invisibility cloak around them both, Lucius popped up on the steps, just a few feet away
from where they were. Lucius stuck his pointy nose up in the air and drew in a long sniff of air, looking around,
black robes trailing behind his tall form. Hermione gasped, but qucikly covered her mouth. She saw him again, his
same threatning eyes, his firm, stiff mouth, his strong, powerful grip around a wand and knife in his hands. He
seemed to sense their presense, closer to him than he would have thought.

"I know someone's around here," Lucius said slowly, padding around the wooden porch. "Where are you..."

Hermione could feel Malfoy tremble next to her, and she joined in as her chest started to pound with ache again.
Her feel against his was cold and achey. Even if he was growing on her, he was, afterall, Death Eater; supporter of Voldemort, and his touch would never be the same as long as he had that mark. "Draco. Show yourself!" Lucius demanded, getting extremely close to them. Malfoy didn't move nor breath, as Hermione. "Give up that whore...
that Mudblood and I might spare your punishment if you give it up right now!"

After a moment of silence, Lucius dropped the friendly act and scowled deeply and angrily. "I know you're here
you ungrateful ass! Give her to me AT ONCE! She knows stuff! About Potter! Don't you always say you want to
kill him and rangle his neck around that stupid headmaster at school?? Remember about saying it's Voldemort's
year to shine?? Show youself NOW and Voldemort and I will reward you greatly!"

He waited. Silence. Malfoy stood put next to Hermione as she trembled against his firm chest. He pulled her closer
and squeezed, silently telling her it would all be over when he went in. But he wanted to run. Now. Just sprint down
the street and hope against Pansey's life (which would be more grateful if Pansey would die) and hope Lucius
wouldn't hear them. Lucius raged around. He wasn't leaving. He knew they were near.

"Run," Malfoy whispered ever so quietly to Hermione. She looked up at him and nodded. He grabbed her around
the waist and yanked her forward, breaking out into a run down the street ahead. Lucius shot his head their way.
"Draco!" He ran after the footsteps he heard, catching speed. Malfoy wished and wished that they were already at
Dumbledore's like they planned, because Lucius was right on their tail. Closer and closer. Wishing and wishing.
Malfoy got so frustrated he accidently hit his wand that was held at his side. Lucius got closer. Closer. Running
faster. He reached out his large hand and was about to pull off the invisiblity cloak, when-
 

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Harry started walking down the long, white halls again. Extremely board with the world and himself. Pulling his head
phones off from around his neck and onto his ears, he turned on his walk-man he had gotten from Dumbledore as a
daily gift. It was a lot of fun with Dumbledore. He would give Harry treats and teach him new tricks with his wand;
which by the way Harry got to use magic without getting a warning at Dumbledore's mansion. Yep. He was living it
large at Dumbledore's. Only sometimes he would get really bored, and those times were when Dumbledore was off
on a meeting. It was much better, though, than spending all of his hot holidays with the muggles, the Dursleys. But
Harry found out in his fifth year that Aunt Petunia wasn't so innocent and normal as she wanted to seem. She really
was a witch, he had found out, and was extremely jealous of his mother's; Lily's; powers that she tried forgetting all
about the freak school Hogwarts. But no matter how many times, Harry heard, Lily tried helping Petunia fit in with
the others, students kept making fun of her and made her unwelcome. Harry never knew why. Maybe that was the
reason why his aunt would always say he couldn't ask questions...Harry passed a room with it's door open, and
peered inside quickly as he walked pass. As he passed the door, he stopped dead in his tracks. What had he seen
out of the open window that showed to the large, grassy yard? He turned around quickly and ran over to it, then
smiled with bright passion. He saw a specific character lying on the lawn, eyes closed. It was Hermione.
 
 
 

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