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Chapter
10

Draco's thoughts

author:
secret quill

AN: I'd love a beta to help me out with grammar and spelling, anyone
interested? - please tell me!

Sorry for the wait, though this time I hadn't promised anything,
thankfully... Now that my summer break has arrived, I have several
weeks of doing nothing special to dedicate to my stories... which
will mean that I will be writing a lot and probably updating several
times :)

AN2:

mariteri
– it's true I don't like using the b-i-t-c-h
word, but I had never really thought about how I censored it... I'll
be more careful from now on to keep the style. I'll continue writing
it(in the story), uncensored :)

rammina-
black is not a color because it is lack of light, which the colors
aren't :p just a typical “know it all” thing that I
figured hermione would enjoy pointing out

lifvared-
i agree: hermione's got to be a witch or any story would be #¤%&!

sparks-
i will update, just be patient :)

linoy &
ladyvoldemort87 & writerchick1990 & lovely4u-
thank you! Your support warms my heart X)

mia-
you are absolutely right, draco is
her mate and will be getting more and more possessive. Since this is
only the beginning of their relationship he has to hold his temper in
check so that hermione won't refuse him. And hermione is probably
going to be a bit smug... but isn't she always? The attraction comes
later, but I don't now about sexual tension... I tried to write some
but it was laughable, not hot at all... so I might skip it entirely.

captainabovious
& pixiestick & dolphindreamer- I
would never write a fake chapter! It was a mistake from my part that
made it appear so. I'm not very good at ...what's it called...
“technical” Internet stuff

curikitten-
if your still interested in
beta-ing me, I would be very grateful for the help :) If so I'll send
the next chapter to you first.

Chapter
10

Draco's point of view

Draco was quite overwhelmed by conflicting emotions as he walked
home. The meeting had gone alright for their first, but he was not
satisfied. Every step in their “relationship” took such a
bloody long time! Three full days, had he spent with her, and she
could barely stand the sight of him!

Normally Draco wouldn't care about someone like her, infact he would
rather make their life miserable. Now, since he couldn't do that, he
was getting very frustrated.

It wasn't that he wanted to be cruel to her, or make her sad, on the
contrary! Being a veela made his heart ache when she was unhappy, it
made him feel uncomfortable and broken when Hermione wasn't near. But
he didn't want to feel that way, it was his veela part who caused it.

Why should he have to care that deeply for someone he had never met -
a pathetic mudblood at that?!

Draco didn't want true love - but he wanted control over his own life
and emotions! And she just had to be so damn stubborn.

Claiming
she was her own person, saying he should treat her with respect...
Had she been anyone
else... His
blood boiled whenever he heard her say such things, but then his
veela side took over and calmed him down.

The sight of her eyes, her pale face, framed by bushy brown hair,
made him soft and warm inside. Instead of casting a crucio on her, he
wanted to hug her and protect her! The emotional twisting and turning
was messing up his head!

Draco reached the Malfoy residence, but decided to use the entrance
on the back. He needed some fresh air to clear his head.

This part of town was protected from common folk by strong wards,
making muggles confused and uninterested in wandering further. But
that didn't make them safe, or even safer than the rest of town.
Magical beings avoided muggles as much as possible, which was why
most of them came here, both the good and the evil ones.

Draco's family name kept the sane ones away from him, though the rest
he had to protect himself from. When Draco noticed, about five
minutes after having passed his home, that he was followed, he didn't
know whether to see it as a curse or a blessing.

A thought of Hermione's rebellion, brought the fury out again and now
he had no reason to control it.

Pretending to be unknowing of the incoming danger, he slowly let his
wand drop from the shirt sleeve into his hand, which was covered by
the cloak. He let his eyes sweep the street, looking for a good place
to fight.

An alley would be preferred- as a Malfoy he couldn't let rumor start
that he, the Malfoy heir, had been seen fighting like some brute on
an open street.

No, he would deal with his pursuers in the Malfoy way, sneakily and
preferably from the back of his opponents.

There weren't any alleys, but when another street crossed his, he
took to the right and then with a weight-lightening spell managed to
jump and grab onto a window frame on the second floor on the
building. He hefted himself up (it was a wide window frame) and stood
there to look down on his pursuers.

They came a moment later, creeping in the shadows, wands drawn and
ready to attack him. Instead it was he who attacked them. Two
lightening fast stupefys made them fall like logs onto the dirty
ground.

With a cold sneer on his face Draco jumped down, landing on the back
of one. There was a satisfying crack when the man's arm, that had
been trapped underneath him, broke. Draco couldn't care less.

This was the third damned time he was attacked – this month!
Because of the Malfoy's power they had gained many enemies, who for
some reason liked to think that he the adolescent, was the weakest
link, when in fact he had received training since he was five.

It was his mother who was the “weakest” if anyone of them
could be called that, and his father had made sure that she was
always under heavy protection wherever she went. She just didn't know
it. Narcissa was as prideful as any of them, therefor she would never
agree to be pampered like a child, at least not in that way.

Draco raised his wand again. Now what was he supposed to do with
these men? He could take them to his father, who would probably
torture them for a week then kill them. Or he could erase their
memories and dump then, without their wands somewhere far from here,
like India.

He frowned, lowered his wand and thought carefully about it. If his
father ever found out what he would do right know, Draco would be
punished for being weak. But to be honest Draco hated killing.

Torturing and maiming was OK (he started doing that when he entered
kinder garden) but only with true enemies, who actually were a threat
against him and his family. He had only killed three times, when his
father had ordered him and had been standing nearby to make sure the
order was followed.

Sighing Draco muttered the memory altering spell then bent down to
collect their wands. He dropped them on the ground by his feet,
stepped on them and finished it with a flame spell.

The small fire warmed his feet and he suddenly remembered that his
mother had told him to get home quickly so they could enjoy the
evening tea together. He rolled his eyes, the men had made him late.
He detested being late.

Just for the hell of it he spelled their clothes off then apparated
them away, to India.

When Draco was satisfied he looked around, saw that he was still
alone, and apparated himself to the Malfoy estate.

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Mrs Malfoy had her favorite tea room in the west wing of Malfoy
estate. When Draco appeared with a crack she raised her head and gave
him a irritated glare.

“You
are late!” She snapped. “I highly doubt that your
mudblood kept you occupied this late, so something must have kept you
from being on time....” She raised a thin eyebrow when she
noticed a smudge on the bottom of his robes.

“Is
that chalk? What have you been up to Draco? Climbing house facades?”
When he didn't answer, just stared stonily into her eyes, she
smirked. “Don't think I can't see your answers behind that mask
of yours, Draco. I married your father twenty years ago... I've
learned every Malfoy expression there is. You have been climbing
facades, haven't you? My guess is that you were attacked again.”

Draco
kept from rolling his eyes, merely inclined his head in agreement,
before seating himself next to his mother.

“Yes,
mother, you are right. I was attacked again, but of course I took
care of it.”

“Of
course”, Mrs Malfoy smiled proudly at her son. “Did you
finish them of like a true Malfoy, Draco?”

Draco
met his mother eyes without blinking. “As always, mother.”

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AN:

I
know this is short. It was something that I begun writing after my
last update, and now I have forgotten if there was something else
that I wanted to include in it. Therefor I decided to end the chapter
here and continue with the next chapter. At least this way I'm
getting somewhere. :)

There
will be more “Draco POV” chapters in the future were I
will explain Draco's person and sometimes his parents and friends. I
know you have a lot of questions, but I had actually already planned
to explain most of them gradually in the story. If I hadn't I promise
to answer them earlier.

Please
R & R but keep the flames to yourselves if they aren't meant to
help me improve my story ;)

//
Quill
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