rating: This chapter...who knows. It'll get more...bad.

author's note: I LIED. Oh well, next chapter, better with the lemons, lalalalalala. AND PAY
CLOSE ATTENTION. I already know the end...hehaheha.

Demon Beneath My Will

by harshdecember
 
 

Chapter 13
His Kind
 

"He isn't something he can change. Nothing can change it." Dumbledore began.

"What? What is it?" Hermione asked, growing concerned.

"Against his own will, Voldemort was supposed to rise once more this Halloween, but since the Ministry found
out by torturing a Death Eater for the information; that has been one of Voldemort's personal assistants, we
changed a few things. Because we considered the fact that it would be very possible that Voldemort would
arrive earlier. And trust me, it would be very deadly. This Death Eater, by the way, also told us that Voldemort
would murder every student that was in anyway contact with a muggle; meaning every student at Hogwarts. As
crazy as it sounds, we still needed to be cautious for the students even if they were still outside of Hogwarts.
Now Draco and his father were one of Voldemort's closest followers. As many do not know, they are something
else. As there are supporters and Death Eaters, there is something else. Something Quirrel had not enough power
to over come. No other student knows of this. Only the head of they Ministry, myself, and Draco's kind,"
Dumbledore went on.

"Well? What is he?" Hermione asked eagerly but anxious. Dumbledore's voice dropped even more; though nobody
but Draco, Hermione, and himself were in the living room. His voice become softer, but also shaken.

"He is a Black Satan. Very few of his kind. He is also Death Eater, but a very strong and more powerful one. His
strength will be complete this coming Halloween." Dumbledore turned to Draco, who was still looking down; hands
on his forehand and elbows on his knees. "Draco, your dear mother was not just murdered, I am afraid, but Lucius
sacrificed her, a deadly attempt for power, for the dark forces. And I'm not speaking of Star Wars, either."  He
turned back to Hermione, who was still confused. "Now a Black Satan is very, highly rare. No Death Eater would
have the power to become one. But Lucius does; he's been planning this day for a good three years. It will be worse
then any terrorist attack."

"What does a Black Satan do?" Hermione asked.

"Well, alike Voldemort, he will be invinsible. Dark powers will over come his thoughts and he will become insane
with distruction. Even if Draco has changed by the least, he is still Death Eater. He is still a Black Satan in training."

"How come I've never heard of a Black Satan?"

"Because, my dear Hermione, Draco will be the first Black Satan. And Lucius is counting down on the days. He
can't kill you, I'll have you know, Draco. In case you weren't aware of the fact. But he can still beat you to a bloody
pulp, and he won't hesitate. Obviously, since you've been running away with a muggle/witch. But power will over
come you, and not even Hermione can stop it's force. You will become alike Voldemort. The first Black Satan.
Voldemort knows that, and Lucius knows that."

"How will it happen? Right on Halloween he'll get this...power?"

"Not exactly. Draco will apparate, yes, apparate, to Voldemort. Yet Draco has come to ignoring the stinging pain
on his forearm, there will be this force on Halloween. As I said, Lucius and the Death Eaters have been planning
this for years with out our noticing. This metalic force that will bring ALL Death Eaters to one spot. The Ministry
and I have still been trying to figure out where exactly, but it will be at one place as far as we know. Draco, no
matter what he does to stop himself, will be there, even if he doesn't know how to apperate. He already has the
Black Satan's mark, but it is invisible to the naked eye. On Halloween, his power will be fulfilled by Voldemort
himself. Draco, where is your mark again, if you would like to tell us?" Malfoy looked up, tearing his eyes from
the carpet, and exposed his right arm, showing the dark mark of a burning black skull.

"Does it still hurt?" Hermione asked.

"Every day," Malfoy said in a low, strained voice. He then pulled down the front of his black shirt, only exposing
right above his breast, across his chest, nothing. "It will be right there." He traced a finger slowly across his upper
chest; almost in the exact place as Hermione's scar was. "There will be a red chinese dragon."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Hermione asked silently.

"Because I only knew half of it. Lucius told me the crap I didn't know while he was lashing me in pain." Hermione
looked down. Just as she was starting to...maybe love him? This popped up in her face. Her eyes began to get
misty and silent tears strolled down her eyes. Dumbledore too looked oddly depressed.

"There is no way to stop it," Dumbledore began, but then looked up from his trance. "But there is one way. One
possible way that may work." Right when he was finished, they all heard soft padding come from the floor above
them and creaking at the stairs. Dumbledore looked up to see Harry in his white and blue pajamas, eyes closed.
He was mumbling something under his breathe, grasping his pillow tightly in his grip. "And here comes the young
Harry Potter on his nightly sleep walk. You know, he's been doing it ever since he found out I had butter beer,
Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, and other assortments of candy hidden in a compartment in the kitchen..."
 

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Hermione took a long walk out in the cresent of the Dumbledore's large and peaceful backyard. In the distance,
she walked along the wooden planks of a bridge across a small pond to think. Dumbledore hadn't finished what
he was explaining to her, and she honestly thought he didn't want to. Her buckeled shoes thumped across the
bridge, until she came to the middle. The scenery was beautiful. Stars still shone brightly in the early morning sky
and fish swam about in the crystal clear water below. She liked the site; but she liked Draco more. If he was to
become this new Black Satan as she was told, then what would she do with herself? She would have probably
already been dead. He was a demon beneath her will, and she couldn't stop that. How to stop this prophecy from
happening, she didn't know. She felt like Buffy, trying to ave the world but still hold a decent relationship. Maybe
it would turn out the same way it had with her and Angel; this vampire that resembled Malfoy's needs in some
way. But no; Malfoy couldn't die. Draco wouldn't die. There must be a way though. If only Harry hadn't walked
on in...

"Hermione," a soft, deep voice stated from behind her. She shivered. Was he there the entire time? Escaping her
thoughts but not tearing her eyes away from the water, she set her hands on the wooden ledge of the small bridge.

"Yes," it was more of a demand than a question.

"I'm sorry," Malfoy said.

"For what? You've saved my life a few times, what need as an apology?"

"For being this way."

"You can't help it and you know it, Draco."

"No. I used to be all for Voldemort. Before I saw you get hurt."

"Only explains why Lucius is a nutcase."

"Look, I'll just, go back to the house. Good night. We both need our rest." As Malfoy began to walk off of the
bridge, Hermione looked up and straight at him.

"Draco." He stopped, but didn't turn around. He didn't have his trench coat on, but it seemed he didn't care.

"How did I get to Dumbledore's in the first place and you didn't?" He this time turned around to face the magnificent beauty.

"It has something to do with me being a Black Satan in training."

"What? You can now apperate other people?"

"Not exactly. My power is developing. I sort of...wished you out of there I think."

"Wished?"

"I don't know. I was really hoping for you to be safe at Dumbledore's and I think I hit my wand hard or something...
forgot how it went."

"Then why didn't you show up with me?" Malfoy hesitated, then looked straight up into her shimmering eyes that
reflected the moon's glow.

"Because I wanted you to be safe more than I," he replied and turned away, stalking back to the house. Hermione
looked down back at the pond, a warm feeling growing inside her.
 

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"Hey, Dumbledore. What's on the menu today?" Harry asked in a dull voice in the living room.

"You know, the usual, eggs and bacon," Dumbledore shrugged, just as in a lazy tone as Harry. It was around seven
a.m. that morning as they sat in the warm living room, doing nothing. "Are you hungry?"

"Actually, no," Harry replied. He and Dumbledore have become great friends, so they had no need of putting up a
pleasent act in front of each other.

"Yea. Thought so." Hermione came walking into the living room, wearing a long, draping black skirt and her pearly
white blouse, along with leather black boots.

"Morning," Hermione greeted in a low boring tone. "Um, Dumbledore? Why are you lounging on a couch and not
trying to stop Voldemort?"

"Because, my dear Hermione, it is not yet time," Dumbledore said, pointing his finger in the air.

"What will we do to stop this from happening?"

"Yea, you still haven't told me that, Dumbledore," Harry added. Dumbledore hesistated.

"Soon to come you will find out the truth," Dumbledore yawned. "But as I mentioned, it is not yet time." He put his
hands over his waist and tilted his head down, closing his eyes. All he wore was his grey walk-around robes and
the usual clothes underneath.

"Professor Dumbledore!" Hermione snapped. He didn't look up.

"Hey, I thought I heard someone else down here last night?" Harry asked, looking up at Hermione.

"Potter's learning!" a drawing voice said from the doorway.

"You," Harry jumped up from his chair, balling his fists tightly.

"Really? Oh, wait, guess it is me," Malfoy shrugged, coming from the white hall way and next to Hermione.

"Will you two stop it?" Hermione asked. "Harry, I already told you."

"Guess I wasn't listening," Harry replied, staring Malfoy dead in the eye. Malfoy only smirked.

"Come on, Hermione, I have to tell you something," Malfoy said, grabbing Hermione's arm just to see Harry
shudder. He didn't tear his evil eyes away from Harry when he did so, still smirking at that.

"Oh, why is that?" Harry asked through gritted teeth.

"My life. My business. None of your concern," Maldoy replied, pulling Hermione out of the living room and into
the kitchen, practically out of ear shot from Harry. Harry wasn't jealous or anything; he just hated Malfoy. And
seeing him touch his best friend made him want to swing fists.

"Will you stop acting so childish?" Hermione asked, pulling her arm away and crossing them.

"No," Malfoy replied.

"What do you want?"

"Hermione..." He dropped the arrogant act right away and looked her in the eye. Her eyes didn't follow.

"What?"

"I just wanted...needed to say..." He couldn't say it there. He also knew Harry was listening in on the conversation
from the other room. Just as if she had apperated, Hermione appeared in another room suddenly.

"How...did you..." Hermione stuttered.

"It's growing everyday," Malfoy told her. They were in his guest room. Four-poster bed unmade. All around was decorated with a shining green. All of the rooms were some kind of color or coordinate design. But his was a
reflecting, dark green.

"So...what did you need to tell me?" Hermione asked. He couldn't stand the tension growing inside of him. He slid
his arm around her waist and dipped down to kiss her soft, tender lips like he had the night at the hotel. She caught
on and opened her mouth slightly allowing his cold tongue to slide deeply into her mouth. They wrestled tongues for
a long, passionate amount of time. All the while this was happening, a black falcon was tapping it's beak rapidly
against the clear window, clutching a burning red piece of parchement in it's strong, black claws. It was not Malfoy's,
nor Dumbledore's.
 
 
 

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