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Thanks to my betas Audrey and
Shelly Ann.

Chapter 09. I Don�t Want it to End.

Hermione
was picking at her dinner with a worried expression; she hadn�t seen hair nor head of Malfoy all day. He skipped Arithmancy
and didn�t make an appearance at breakfast or lunch, nor did he attend the
prefect meeting that had taken place before dinner, and when they asked the
remaining Slytherin prefects where Malfoy was they only said that he had some
urgent things to fix. Professor Snape hadn�t said a thing and no one had asked
any more questions. The fact that Slytherin table was unusually quiet and Crabbe and Goyle both looked like they had a fight with the
Whomping Willow did nothing to ease her.

Harry
and Ron of course were making the most incredible suppositions, all because the
Daily Prophet had reported another attack, this time to Azkaban, with the help
of the Dementors; the wizarding
prison was now a crumble of stones and dust. The boys were certain that Malfoy
had escaped Hogwarts in the night to reunite with the Death Eaters and were
both hopping the blond had been killed during the attack or badly injured, in
their view that also explained why Crabbe and Goyle
looked worse for the wear, Crabbe especially looked
as if he had taken the worst part of whatever it was they had taken. Hermione
had let her anger get the best of her and had rudely shouted to them that
Malfoy�s affairs were not their business and to stop making ridiculous
assumptions.

Now
she was not talking to them and staring at Slytherin table, hoping beyond hope
that somehow she would become a Legiliment or that
someone would just turn to her and tell her where the hell Malfoy was. Over all
that, she was annoyed with herself. She was acting like a lovesick girlfriend
for God�s sake! She was supposed to be over her infatuation with Malfoy! But
she was sure something very bad had happened and she wanted to see him safe.

She
stopped eating and sighed in exasperation. She was going to kill the bastard
herself the moment he appeared for worrying her like this. The worst part was
that she couldn�t go to the Slytherins or the Hospital Wing and ask for Malfoy.
They both had sworn that they wouldn�t do anything that could make others
suspicious and she had already acted too much out of character with her
friends. They didn�t understand why she had taken to defend Malfoy.

Hermione
pushed her plate aside and stood to leave; she noticed Harry and Ron watching
her and preparing to follow. When they caught up with her halfway to Gryffindor Tower she had already decided on what to
tell them.

�Hermione,
wait!� Harry�s voice was a little worried; she turned to them with a tired
expression.

�Hermione,
listen, we need to talk.�

�No
more Death Eaters Harry. That seems to be all we talk about lately.�

�Gezz Hermione, we�re worried about you,� said Ron getting
closer to her, she frowned without him noticing her discomfort. �You�re acting
weird you know.�

�Er� I suppose I�m a little stressed. I�m sorry about
earlier. I didn�t want to be rude, it�s just that I still can�t believe we�re
really in a war, it seems so unreal.�

Harry
reached up and embraced her. She tensed a little, but forced herself to relax,
she was becoming increasingly uncomfortable having them so close to her.

�I
understand Hermione. Everybody is trying to ignore it, but we can�t let our
guard down. We have to be even more careful, and I know Malfoy means trouble
Hermione, even if you don�t want to accept it.�

�Really,
Hermione,� Said Ron �I don�t know what you can see different in him. He�s the
same spoiled prat as before.�

�If
he�s up to something, we need to know what it is, so we can stop him from doing
damage. You agree with this don�t you?�

Hermione
breathed deeply, and mentally crossed her fingers behind her back, while giving
Harry the answer he wanted to hear.

�Yeah,
you�re right Harry, we must be very careful with him.�

�At last!� Said Ron triumphantly, �You certainly are hard
to convince �Mione. Now, changing
the subject. Have you finished your charms essay yet? I can�t understand
a thing!�

�Ron!
How�re you supposed to pass your N.E.W.T.s? I�m not
going to help you forever you know?�

�Why not?�

And
they continued their way to Gryffindor
Tower, the subject of
Malfoy temporarily forgotten between them.

Breakfast
came and still no Malfoy and now Crabbe was absent as
well. The rumors were that the blond was ill and recovering at the Hospital Wing.
Hermione faked a headache and went directly to Madam Pomfrey. She managed to
get a glimpse of a curtained bed at her arrival. Blaise Zabini and Goyle
entered shortly after her and approached the bed in question, which gave her
confirmation of its occupant. While she was waiting for the mediwitch
to retrieve a suitable potion for her, she could hear some faint words of the
conversation between the three boys and she believed she could distinctly hear
Malfoy�s voice threatening to kill someone and she smiled. Well, he must be
much better if he already had a mind for vengeance; that eased her mind
considerably and she left the Hospital Wing in better spirits.

It
didn�t last long because at lunch Malfoy still hadn�t reappeared. Zabini wasn�t
present, but Crabbe was, looking like he had been
used as a bludger in a beater�s practice. Hermione
noticed that Crabbe and Goyle were not talking to
each other since the day before. She frowned in worry. What could have happened
between them? And why was Malfoy still in the Hospital Wing? His voice had
sounded all right to her. She sighed and decided to take her chances and go to
the Infirmary again.

Her
only problem was that neither Ron, nor Harry would leave her alone for the
remainder of the day, as they had a especially difficult essay for
transfiguration to deliver the next day, and of course they had left it to the
last moment for her to aide them. Hermione had to resign herself to wait till
after dinner; taking consolation in the thought that at least she knew that Malfoy
was alive.

Her
other problem was that she was seriously reconsidering her decision to stop
seeing the blond Slytherin, and she didn�t want to reconsider it. She had been
sure that the best thing for her was to be away from him, but her body wouldn�t
listen to reason. It also worried her that she didn�t feel at ease around other
boys. She flinched and tensed imperceptibly when anyone touched her. It had
been like this since Halloween, but it seemed to have increased over the
holidays. It was as if she couldn�t bear for any boy other than Malfoy to be
too close to her. She was fighting it, forcing herself to keep contact with her
friends, and so far no one had seemed to perceive her uneasiness. She also
missed Malfoy; she missed his touch and his voice. She had promised herself not
to get attached to him, but now she realized that it was too late.

He
had said it wouldn�t be a problem if she wanted to continue their little
affair. Well, she hadn�t want to, more for principles than a real desire to
stop, but now she was starting to think that maybe it wasn�t such a bad thing.
Why not continue something that made her feel happy and satisfied? Why deny herself the chance to be near someone she wanted and was
starting to like so much? Perhaps she might even be able to make him forget
that stupid idea of suicide he still had. She had nothing to lose by trying.
After much debating with herself she set her mind and endured Ron�s proximity
while they finished their homework, then she hurried to her room to retrieve
what she needed before they had to go to the Great Hall.

Dinner
time came and the golden trio entered the Great Hall early. Hermione had Crookshanks at her side and Harry and Ron were talking about
their oncoming Quidditch practice and how they would
beat Slytherin to the cup this year. None of them paid attention to the cat and
the little box Hermione had magically tied to his neck. Crookshanks
was most annoyed by it; he hated to have things hanging from him.

Hermione
took her usual seat and scanned Slytherin table, Crabbe
was there, and Bulstrode was eying him with red eyes
and pure hatred in them. Hermione asked herself for the millionth time what was
happening in Slytherin. Some of them seemed to group with Crabbe,
but the majority was none too friendly towards him.

�Hey
look! Little Slytherin prince has come back at last!� said Finnegan.

Hermione
turned her head to the doors. Sure enough, Malfoy was making his entrance,
talking with Zabini, Goyle was following them looking rather relieved, Hermione
couldn�t help feeling the same way; she smiled inwardly and followed the blond
boy with her eyes.

�He
looks so full of himself. Doesn�t he?� said Ron mockingly.

�I
think he looks paler than usual� Harry answered, eying the boy warily. Hermione
agreed with him, Malfoy didn�t look entirely like himself, she frowned in
suspicion.

What
happened next in Slytherin table was really a sight. Malfoy walked to the head
of the table and suddenly Crabbe stood and got on his
way, apparently trying to push him. Malfoy stooped in front of the bigger boy
and held his ground, glaring daggers at Vincent. Goyle intended to put himself
between the two, but the blond stooped him by lifting an arm to block his way.

Hermione
couldn�t believe it. Was Crabbe really defying
Malfoy? She turned to look at her friends, who were as openmouthed and shocked
as she was. Many other students were throwing curious glances at the Slytherin
pair, and the rest of the Slytherins were silently watching the exchange.

Malfoy
hissed something at Crabbe and the boy paled, almost
visibly struggling to retort, Draco smirked and said something else, Crabbe blushed and shouted a �Shut up!� that made every eye
in the Great Hall turn to them. Hermione worried a little, the boy seemed ready
to strike, but Malfoy didn�t move an inch and none of the Slytherins
intervened. Finally Crabbe stuttered something and,
getting redder, he angrily moved and sat down again, not looking at anyone.
Malfoy kept smirking and continued walking to his seat. The rest of his House
continued eating as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened, but
Hermione noticed that the atmosphere surrounding the table had become visibly
lighter.

The
Gryffindor girl sighed in relief. Honestly! Who was foolish enough to try to
beat Malfoy in a glare match? Was Crabbe really
expecting he could defy Malfoy in public and make him retreat or even flinch?
That was absolute insanity!

�That
was something new.� Ron was saying to Harry. �You think they have problems over
who�s the leader?�

�I
can�t picture Crabbe fighting for leadership with
Malfoy.� Harry answered in no apparent worry. �It just wouldn�t do. Probably
he�s tired of being bossed around; maybe he didn�t like being dragged to
whatever mission for Voldemort Malfoy has.� Ron
flinched in discomfort at the name, but continued with the topic.

�You
think Malfoy will be in trouble with the rest of his House? That would be
great!�

�Don�t
know, maybe that�s why he�s still here, to convince the rest of Slytherin to
join the Dark Lord. What do you think Hermione?�

�Err�
well, they sure have a disagreement. Maybe they�re changing alliances?�

�Umph. Maybe Crabbe
is not as stupid as it seems, but I really doubt he�ll risk changing alliances
in the open.�

�Hey
guys! Look at this!� a loud voice interrupted them and Harry and Ron turned
their attention to some artifact that Dean Thomas had let lose in the table and
was making havoc over Neville�s smashed potatoes.

Hermione
turned her attention once more to Slytherin and poked slightly with her foot at
Crookshanks who was hidden under the table, she
received an undignified meow from below and the cat was gone. Some minutes
later she saw the blond boy leaning to the floor and straighten again with an
annoyed frown on his face, Hermione bitted her lower lip, perhaps it wasn�t a
good time. Malfoy pocketed something in his robes and spared her a glance
before continuing eating.

Hermione
poked at her dinner slightly disappointed, she felt something furry at her legs
and gave Crookshanks part of her cool meal. After a
few minutes Ron turned and leaned into her ear.

�Hermione,
do you want us to go ahead?�

She
tensed instantly, Ron�s arm embraced her shoulders and she blushed.

�Err�
I�m not finished Ron� and � you haven�t had dessert yet.� Hermione tried to
shake his arm off her, it was making her nervous.

�Well,
actually I�ve wanted to talk with you� about� well, you know what.�

Ron
was a little embarrassed but Hermione barely noticed,
she wanted out of Ron�s reach quickly; she managed to get free of his arm and
turned to see him in the face.

�No,
you see, I� I don�t think it�s a good time.�

�Oh,
come on �Mione!� Without letting her say anything
else he leaned into her.

Hermione
had a fraction of a second to turn away and she did. Ron�s lips barely missed
hers and kissed the side of her mouth instead. She went paper white, her eyes
widened in shock, looking straight into the furious ones of Malfoy, who
obviously chose the worst moment to look at her. Ron�s voice was unintelligible
to her ears and she felt someone�s hands grabbing her shoulders from behind,
she saw Malfoy�s eyes narrowing almost threateningly and then he looked away.
Harry�s voice got through to her brain.

��Mione. You alright?�

�Oh.�
She blinked, getting hold of herself and the tears that suddenly wanted to show
in her eyes.� �Yeah, yes, Harry I� I just� I�m not feeling so well� I�ll see you both
later.�

And
she stood and ran out of the Great Hall, feeling oddly depressed and confused,
and wanting very much to be alone.

Malfoy
saw the bushy haired girl ran out of the Great Hall and glared evilly at her
two, seemingly shocked, friends. They looked like they didn�t know what they
had done wrong. Draco gritted his teeth, debating whether he should go after
her or not.

�What
am I thinking? It�s not my business!�

And
he returned to poke at his food with unnecessary force. Over the course of the
dinner he had progressed from being annoyed to being furious. Granted he had
already been fuming about Crabbe and Marshall. The
stupid idiots! It turned out that the knife had been submerged in a forbidden
potion which was not poisonous by itself, but it had become so due to
incompetent brewing. If Zabini and Goyle had not interrupted the moment they
did, he would have died by accident, and his two would be killers would have
been in serious trouble. The Dark Lord wasn�t fond of mistakes.

Malfoy
was most annoyed that due to their idiocy he had to spend two days in the
hospital wing and his arm still ached. They truly pretended to be Death Eaters?
They weren�t even capable of brewing a potion right! They won�t survive a week
with the Death Eaters! Hell, most probably wouldn�t even survive the
initiation!

His
humor had darkened further when Crabbe had tried to
challenge him. Honestly! Who did he think he was?! Crabbe
was being more than an imbecile if he thought Malfoy was going to submit to
him. Draco knew that Blaise had already had his revenge on the boy; if Vincent
had been expecting Zabini to keep quiet and not retaliate he should have
thought twice. You can surprise Blaise once, but that�s the only chance you�ll
ever get. He wasn�t a Slytherin for nothing.

Still,
it seemed like Crabbe needed another reminder of his
place inside the House. Malfoy was now very aware that there might still be
some potential followers of the Dark Lord, and that he should be especially
careful from now on. He had been lucky that Goyle had heard Crabbe�s
plans and had gone looking for Zabini to support him and save Draco from
certain death.

He
had been considering his housemates carefully when Granger�s cat had come with
the little box in which he had sent her the ring at Christmas. He had pocketed
it without opening it; his mood was foul enough without acknowledging the fact
that he wasn�t going to have the best affair of his life anymore. However, he
had been unable to shut her out completely. He kept throwing occasional glances
at her without really registering her face, until Weasley had gotten too close
to her, then he had stared. Granger hadn�t looked happy with her friend�s arm
over her, but he seemed oblivious to it. Malfoy had started to feel his head
ache and unconsciously clenched his fists, then the
Weasel had tried to kiss her! Malfoy had felt anger boiling inside him. How
dare he! Potter got behind her too, holding her
shoulders.

Malfoy
had completely forgotten that it wasn�t his business and that they weren�t
anything to each other. He forgot that they were supposed to stop sleeping
together. He hadn�t been able to get past the thought of �Get your hands off her!� until Granger stood and fled the Great
Hall.

Now
he was trying very hard to collect himself and get a grip on reality. Damn the
stupid mudblood! He was not supposed to feel this way
over her! She was just a convenient lay! He had never been jealous over a
convenient lay! He was truly outraged now, for a moment he wished Marshall would step in
front of him, looking for trouble, so he could beat somebody�s face to a pulp.
Zabini sensed his unease and started talking to him about the classes he had
missed, trying to distract him. He succeeded partially, when dinner was
finished Malfoy was more like his cool self, but he was still going to beat
somebody to a bloody pulp. He had planned Crabbe�s
punishment with the rest of the seventh years and now he was even more eager to
do it. When the rest of the Slytherins had cleared the table, Malfoy, Zabini
and Goyle retired also.

The
three entered Slytherin common room, wands ready to strike. They were the last
to arrive and Malfoy knew the common room would be full. The Slytherins would
want to see what he was capable of doing to someone who had betrayed him. He
immediately spotted Crabbe trying to shove Millicent
out of his way to the boy�s dormitories, every Slytherin remained silent and
out of the way as they watched the trio entering. Malfoy smirked with hatred. Crabbe had not turned and that meant he was too stupid to
realize he was in deep trouble. It seemed like he didn�t remember the painful
experience of Zabini�s payback. Draco raised his wand
lazily and various shouts of �Expelliarmus!� were
heard.

None
touched him, but his sent Crabbe crashing into the
wall near the stairs, slightly missing hitting Bulstrode.
Some of the Slytherins had drawn their wands at him only to have them pulled
out of their reach, after all Malfoy had been expecting it. He believed Crabbe could at least manage to convince some of the
younger boys to side with him; Goyle, Zabini and Bulstrode
took care of them, binding them to the walls so they could see. Malfoy advanced
a few steps towards Crabbe, still smirking.

�Going
somewhere Vincent? I think we have some issues to make clear.�

�You
blood traitor! You are going to be very sorry for this!� Shouted Crabbe in an attempt to hide his fear but Malfoy didn�t
fall for it.

�Me?
Oh, no Crabbe. I think you are the one who�s gonna be sorry for not killing me properly.� And with that
he waved his wand and started.

Some
time later, Malfoy entered his private room, still in a grim mood, and started
to rid himself of his robes. Someone would have to take Crabbe
to the Hospital Wing but that would be tomorrow, now it seemed like no one
really cared for Vincent�s fate. He sighed and looked about for his pajamas.
His left arm was heavily bandaged and he couldn�t move it so well, his fingers
still felt numb and he flexed them a little while he was changing. Then, as he
folded the school uniform neatly on a chair, he felt the little bundle in one
of the robe�s pockets and got the box out, glaring at it like it was the box�s
fault that he would never have a sweet night again.

He
didn�t want to open it, although he had already decided that the best thing to
do was to stop these ridiculous meetings. The truth was that she had been the
only woman with whom he had felt comfortable. She was different in so many ways
compared to the others he had met, he had wanted to know more about her, and
for the first time in his life he had wanted her to know him.

He
groaned and shook his head. �It�ll go away� he thought, �Potter and
Weasley will be fumbling over her and soon the winter break will be just
another nice memory� He gritted his teeth unconsciously, thinking of those
two idiotic prats near Granger, and groaned again
when he realized he was doing it. This wasn�t right; he should get her out of
his mind before his possessiveness took hold of him. Usually, he was truly
possessive of all that he considered his; his home, his things, his family, and
his friends. So far he had not had someone whom he considered his lover, though
Blaise had once been near to that, he preferred him to be under the term
friend. He didn�t know where to put Granger and that made him edgy. No, it was better
to banish her from his thoughts. Maybe he�d create a label that said �ex-enemy�.
He smiled at that, he was thinking nonsense; his brain must be seriously
damaged.

He
threw the little box to a bedside table; it bounced and fell to the floor,
opening. Malfoy stared at the box and the tiny piece of parchment that had been
inside. The ring was no where to be seen. Frowning he crouched on the floor and
took the note, making sure that nothing else was in the box. It said in neatly
written letters:

�I don�t want it to end.�

Malfoy
stayed in the same position for a couple of minutes, his brain refusing to work
the phrase out. Finally, he let a faint smile appear on his lips while his
thoughts raced furiously in his mind. Of course she didn�t want it to end. Who
would want something so good to end? He had offered to continue after all, she
was only taking up his offer. But they shouldn�t do it. They should stop it now
while they could. She had no idea of what she was getting into with him. Hell,
he had no idea either. They really should stop it.

�Oh, What the hell!�

Malfoy
let himself fall on the bed, some part of his brain having apparently decided
that it was already too late to stop it without him noticing. He decided not to
think about it until he talked to her, maybe tomorrow, maybe she�d change her
mind about it.

All
in all, he went to sleep in a much improved mood.
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