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The Secret of the Dragon	By : GrangerDanger Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 11116 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and am not making any money by writing this story. It is just for fun!

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It was 3:30 am as Malfoy paced the floor of the common room, attempting to decide his best course of action. He could rarely sleep these days. Even though the war was over and his parents in Azkaban, he often woke from horrific scenes that danced through his mind. He had made a habit of drinking himself to sleep. He was no addict, but he needed some relief--any relief--and fire whiskey seemed to be his only comfort in recent times.

Spilling the mudblood's little secrets would reap no reward, he decided, aside from his satisfaction at making her as uncomfortable as possible. Regardless of how pleasurable that may be, he knew that there would be a better use for such information. Malfoy knew how he wanted things to be done--repaired--reconstructed--and he was going to see to it that he got his way. He would restore the castle to its former glory and more.

I am the best, he thought, and I will not let anyone think that little witch can best me. She WILL not best me.

Exasperated, Malfoy settled into the large armchair adjacent to the sofa and conjured a glass of firewhiskey on the table in front of him, just as he heard the soft squeak of a door opening.

"Just bloody perfect", he muttered under his breath as a scantily clad Granger made her way into the room.

"What keeps you awake, Mudblood?", he said icily.

Granger startled, not previously aware of Malfoys presence, but recovered quickly to spit back "I think you should know, Ferret.--What keeps you drunk?"

"Oh, I can assure you that I am not drunk. I am still capable of many...activities.", he said as he let his eyes glaze over her figure.

Hermione had not missed the threatening tone in his voice, but not much frightened her these days, especially since her concern had always been for her friends and family, and not herself. She knew he wanted her to retreat to her room, but she felt her frustrations bubble to the surface. She wanted to bloody his nose, as she had years ago, but she knew that she could do better than that.

"Feel guilty, do you? Still feel all the blood on your filthy hands? Still hear the screams?"

Emptying his glass in one gulp, Malfoy's eyes bore into her. While they were normally calm, cold, and unexpressive, they had come alive, revealing an icy grey storm.

"Yes, I hear the screams. Leave me be, or I'll add some more to my memories."

Hermione was left unsure of how to respond. While she didn't have much concern for herself, she knew that Harry, and Ginny, and the Weasleys would be destroyed by the loss or harm of another loved one. Yet, at the same time, she did not want to back down. Letting Malfoy win any battle was more than she could handle in her present mental state.

Settling somewhere in the middle, she sat at the far side of the sofa and stared forward. She looked down as she heard a soft trickle and realized that Malfoy had conjured a glass of firewhiskey in front of her.

Hermione tentatively picked the glass up and sniffed of it.

"It isn't poison, Mudblood."

She eyed him carefully and took a sip, grimacing as the firey liquid scorched her throat.

Malfoy almost seemed amused by the display, and feeling self conscious, she downed the liquid fire in one swift motion, after which he conjured her another--and another--and another throughout the early morning hours until they had both drank themselves into a stupor.
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