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A/N: Well, this is the next story by us. It may seem a bit ADD for the first couple of chapters but...well, we're both ADD. Oh, and this is ANGST! If you're into happy-go-lucky stories, I don't suggest it.
Enjoy!
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I. Jealousy
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For once in a long, long time, there was complete silence at the Burrow. Then:
"You what?" Harry asked loudly.
He hung his head. "You heard me," he said.
"I don't believe him," Ron said. "There's no way that Malfoy would want to be a part of the Order."
"Why should we believe you, Malfoy?" Harry asked.
Draco stared at the floor but in a forced whisper said, "Voldemort killed my mother." He raised his head and looked Harry in the eye. "I want revenge."
"Amazingly enough, Malfoy, I know how you feel," Harry said. "But that still doesn't mean that we trust you."
"Do you think that I would serve the thing that killed the only person who loved me?" Draco asked. "I want to see him dead, Potter."
"And what does that have to do with us?" Ron asked, stupidly trying to throw him off.
"My father told me of a prophesy—he said that you were the only person who could kill Voldemort."
"Harry, I think we can trust him, he's lost his mother, you know how he feels, let's just let him get his revenge," Hermione put in softly.
Harry, not able to deny his best girl friend anything, finally agreed. "But you will have a close watch on you wherever you go, and if you try to double-cross us—if you carry any secrets of ours back to the Dark Lord—then we will kill you and know that I will Avada you without any forethought," Harry said and Draco nodded.
Of course it felt strange for Draco to be nodding and bowing his head to Potter, of all people, but better him than Voldemort—the blood-thirsty hypocrite.
"Come on, Malfoy, I'll show you where you can sleep," Hermione said softly and Draco acquiesced, following behind the bushy-haired—albeit beautiful—Mudblood.
There was an awkward silence between the two as she led him up a couple sets of stairs into a small room that was very dusty and pretty dirty. "I know it's not immaculate but you have a wand and time on your hands for now," she said without looking up at him.
"Thanks, Granger," Draco said softly and she nodded and then left the room.
Draco sat on the cot-like bed and a cloud of dust surrounded him. It was shit—this place—but if it had her in it, then it was Heaven.
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Draco heard a moan coming from behind a door on the third floor of the Weasley home where he had been living the last three weeks. He was about to pass by, knowing that it was probably Potter and the youngest Weasley, but then he heard her name—Hermione.
Draco was excited and angry at the same time; the former due to the images that evolved in his brain to go with the words that she was speaking, the latter because the words were not spoken to him.
He softly whispered Alohomora to the door and opened it a sliver. He saw as he opened the door the Weasel and Granger sucking face while the redhead attempted to remove her shirt, finally gave up and settled for slipping his hands under her shirt to touch her.
Draco slammed the door shut in fury. The Weasel should not be touching her. He walked angrily back to his room, brooding in a malignant ambience.
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"What was that?" Hermione gasped as she pulled away from Ron.
Ron hadn't been paying much attention. "What was what?" he asked, wanting to continue their activities. "That noise…Did someone just slam the door shut, you think?" She avoided Ron's hands and stood up.
"No—I shut the door and locked it when we came in here," he told her. "Does it really matter, Hermione?"
But Hermione wasn't listening. She went to the door and looked out quick enough to catch the back of the retreating blonde.
"Malfoy!" she called. He stopped suddenly and stood still, not turning back to her. "Did you need something?" she continued.
"No," he whispered—desperately trying to control his rage. It wasn't healthy, he told himself, to have this strong of feelings.
"Are you sure?" She seemed to double-think herself when she paused. "That was you who slammed the door, right?"
Draco quickly shook his head and turned to her. "No, I was just passing," he lied.
She gave him a nod and he nearly smiled. But instead he scowled as Ron exited the room. Instantly, Ron noticed Draco. With a second glance Draco's insane jealously even became clear. Ron smirked, not understanding how Hermione didn't notice, and snaked an arm around her, bring her closer to him.
"Come on, love," he coaxed, not breaking his eye contact with the blond Slytherin. He had finally won something and he was going to rub it in.
The door shut behind them.
"Damn it!" Draco shouted and kicked the wall—hard. Then, before they could come out to investigate, he continued on to his room.
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"Malfoy?" Hermione called. She knocked on his door lightly. "Malfoy?" He didn't answer so she twisted the door knob and let herself in. Draco was lying on his bed in a spread-eagled position. His normally gelled hair wasn't slick, but loose and tousled. His chest was rising and falling in even breaths. He was clearly sleeping.
"Malfoy," Hermione said again, shaking one of his shoulders. "Wake up."
Draco's eyes snapped open. They met hers instantly. "Granger!" He quickly sat up and tried to straighten his appearance. "Why are you in here?"
Hermione stifled a giggle. "It's time for dinner. I thought you might like to eat."
"Oh, sure. I'll—uh—be down in a minute. I can't go looking like this."
"You look fine, Malfoy," she promised.
"Just give me a minute, okay?" he asked as he entered his adjoining bathroom.
Sure that he wouldn't want her alone in his room, Hermione began to leave. On the way to the door, though, she noticed a small bowl filled with a swirling silver mass. It looked oddly like a miniature—
"Pensieve, yes," Draco said.
She turned to look at him and blushed in embarrassment. "I didn't mean to snoop around, Malfoy," she apologised.
"Don't worry about it, Granger," he said, oddly polite. "Just don't let your friends know about it. I'm not hiding any secrets, but I'd rather they not know my memories."
Hermione nodded. She agreed there was no reason for her friends to divulge in his darkest memories—which were most likely the ones in the pensieve. "Dinner, then?" he suggested, and proffered her his arm in a gentlemanly manner.
She nodded but refused his arm as she left for the kitchen. Draco smirked. She would be a challenge, for sure, but in the end she would be his.
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Dinner was uneventful, as it always was for Draco at the Burrow. He had been there for three weeks and every day it had been the same. He sat between Hermione and Weaselette, the only two who would willingly eat next to him. It should have been a good thing, sitting in such close proximity to the brunette—and it would have been, was it not for her boyfriend sitting next to her, always with his arm around her, whispering 'sweet nothings' in her ear—when he wasn't shoving food down his throat, that was.
Weasley was disgusting. That was the bottom line. He had the best girl, yet he was more concerned with the food on his plate. Draco, who was only sitting next to said girl, couldn't focus on anything else! He merely pushed his food around on his plate. Weasley wasn't making her happy; he could tell by the way Hermione was continuously trying to get his attention. Weasley didn't seem to notice. She deserved more than the poor, pathetic, freckle-faced, intelligently impaired, foolish prat that she was with.
Obviously, Draco didn't think much of Ronald Weasley.
"Are you feeling well, Mr Malfoy?" Mrs Weasley asked out of matronly obligation. "You're only pushing your food around."
Draco met eyes with the eldest witch at the table and shrugged his shoulders. "I'm just not hungry tonight, ma'am," he said politely. He was trying to be on his best behaviour since he had to live with these blood traitors anyway. "May I be excused?" he asked. Mrs Weasley nodded and Draco cleared his plate into the trash before returning to his room.
As he ascended the stairs, he caught a bit of the dinner conversation. "Our food's not good enough?" Ron was saying in an angry tone. "At least he's eating! We could've starved him!"
"Ron! That's enough!" Hermione scolded him. Draco smirked as she defended him from the redheaded idiot. "He just wasn't hungry!" She sighed angrily and made a motion that sounded like she had stood from the table. "He hasn't said a single negative word to any of us since he's been here. You haven't even noticed, though. He's actually trying to be pleasant!"
Suddenly she was silent and Draco heard her mumble an apology to the others before her own footsteps were on the stairs. She stopped when she saw him still there and suddenly blushed.
Before she could speak, he took her hand and led her up the stairs to his room.
"Thank you, Granger," he said quietly. "For defending me."
Hermione lowered her eyes. "It's Ron really…he's so caught up in you being evil that he ignored everything else!"
"Like what?"
"That you're actually being civil! I never thought it of you, Malfoy. You came here, asking for revenge. You don't have to 'behave,' but you are anyway."
Draco tried not to smile at her beautiful face, glowing with emotion. "What do you think? Am I still evil?" he asked, unable to look her in the face now.
She didn't answer at first. Then, she took his hand and gently rolled up the right sleeve of his expensive shirt. She traced the mark branded onto his skin. "I think you deserve a chance," she said.
Their eyes locked again and in one second, seven years of tension broke. Draco couldn't restrain himself as he leaned in to kiss her. She sensed the action, however, and moved away just as his lips fell short. She made it to the door before he realised what had happened. He couldn't bring himself to glance at her as she left the room. Instead, as the door clicked shut, he groaned loudly and collapsed onto his bed—utterly humiliated.
A/N: The first chapter, six more to go... Hopefully by the time we're done posting this, Travelling Back will be done (114 pages already)!
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