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A/N: Sorry for the delay for this chapter, but my mum's finally on holidays! Yay! So we've been cleaning and shopping and everything! Oh, and she said she'll read my story cause she can. So, mum, don't hate me for the swearing, but this one's for you. I love you Mum!

Chapter Four: Anger, Confusion, Lust, and Passion.

*Draco POV*

This is the worst fucking two days of my entire fucking fucked up life. I mean, I should be fucking finding a way to save my mother, not fucking sitting here in an uncomfortable, fucking smelly, hospital chair, where death eaters are fucking roaming around! I looked up as the door to the room opened, and the doctor walked in.

"Ah, Mr Winter, back again I see, and what seems to be the problem this time?" He walked over to the bed.

"I dunno, she's 'acting out of the ordinary' she can't stand up without falling."

"Ah! Quick fix, I must've forgotten to give you this." He handed me another small vial.

"Well, give it to her then." I smirked at him. What a fool.

"She is asleep, young man." His eyebrows lifted as if to say 'how the fuck can't you realise that?'

"No she isn't." I stood, walked to the side of the bed, and gently shook her. "Jane, Wake up!" no movement. "Jane!"

She moaned, but opened her eyes.

"Yeah?" She looked at me, with a tired look on her face.

"Drink this and we'll go." I gave her the vial, she obediently drank. Good, Granger, following all my orders. Such a little fucking-

"Can we go now?" she looked at me.

"Yeah." I took her hand and apparated back to the Leaky Cauldron.

As we walked up the stairs, I could see Granger blushing. Well, I do have that effect on girls; even if they are Mudbloods… she stopped at her room and turned around to face me.

"Just one question Malfoy, why'd you hold my hand?" she blushed a deeper red and looked down.

"Well, I'll take any given chance to piss Weasel and that slut off any day, even if I do have to fake affection towards you." I smirked, and walked away.

Stupid filthy Mudblood thinks I like her. I shivered. I could have any girl I wanted, but I wouldn't even dream of wanting her. Stupid girl. I opened my door, and stepped in. The place was turned upside down. FUCK! My stuff was everywhere, all over the floor even hanging out the open window. The bed, couch and closet were upside down.

I walked in, grabbing the rest of my stuff, clothes and bits and pieces, and hurried out the door. They found me, they knew I was here. I had my bag of things, and begin to ran when a hand stopped me in my tracks. I looked at the person responsible. Oh fucking hell.

"Going somewhere, Malfoy?" she looked worried. Fucking Granger always having to but in on my business.

"That's got nothing to do with you Mudblood." I pushed past her, and walked towards the stairs.

"I can help, you know." I stopped in my tracks. Listening. "I've known from the start, the death eater's right? They want you killed because you betrayed Voldemort. Just listen, I can help."

"And how would you do that?" I turned, facing her.

"I'm getting a place, tomorrow. They'd least expect it, you hiding out with me, a mudblood. But if you want none of it, fine. They'll eventually find you anyway. You'll be dead in less than a week." She opened her door. And stepped in, leaving it open. Fucking hell. What choices do I have?

"And how are you paying for this 'place'?" I mean, she was poorer than the Weasley's. I leaned against the structure of her door, on the threshold of her room.

"Didn't you hear Malfoy? My parents are dead." Her back was to me, she was fiddling with something in her hands.

At her words, I crumbled. I lost my balance and sunk to the floor. The room blackened, than focused again. I was back at the manor, the dark walls and green furniture coming into view. How'd I bloody get here? The fuck is happening?

Lucius Malfoy was standing in the middle of a circle. His strong posture intimidated every life form in the room. The surrounding people were in cloaks, with their hoods drawn up. Deatheaters. Fuck! I gotta get outta here! I tried to stand, but couldn't. I was stuck, crouching against the wall, terrified. That's when Lucius' beaming voice spoke.

"We need revenge. One does not simply kill the dark lord, and get away with it. Potter's parents are already dead-" he laughed his evil laugh. "-and the Weasley's will suffer in time. BUT THAT FILTHY MUDBLOOD! SHE WILL SUFFER." He roared. I cringed against the wall. I wasn't meant to be here.

"Lucius, what are we to do?" the death eater stepped forward. Lucius spun around, facing him.

"WHAT DO WE DO HUGO? We kill-" he slurred the word 'kill' out. "-her PARENTS! That way she'll have nothing! NOTHING!" they all laughed.

Suddenly, the scene changed. I was back at the Leaky Cauldron, crouched against the wall of Granger's room. She was at my side, crouched down looking at me.

"Malfoy? Are you alright?" she put her hand on my shoulder.

I stood up, letting her hand slip off, and closed the door. I walked towards the couch, pausing before I sat down. I turned to look at Granger standing awkwardly by the door.

"It was his fault. I'll kill him." I muttered, clenching my fists. More fucking murder under the Malfoy name.

"What Malfoy?" she stayed where she was.

I sat down, and rubbed my face, attempting to release the stress off me. This is the fucking worst day ever.

"Malfoy?" she took a tender step towards the couch.

"Malfoy this! Malfoy that! I'm sick of the fucking name Malfoy! Malfoy's are murderers! They fucking kill everything they touch! 'Son, you will live up to the Malfoy name, with pride.'" I imitated Lucius' voice. "What if I don't want to be a fucking Malfoy? What if I just want to be me? I'm fucking sick of this!" I kicked the small coffee table against the wall, still sitting on the couch.

"Draco?" She hesitated, sounding scared, but worried about me.

I looked up at her; she was shaking just a little. And the Malfoy name does it again! Scaring innocent people like it was an everyday occurrence!

I immediately stood, putting my hands in front of me, as if to say 'I won't hurt you'. She took a step back, making her straight up against the wall. She looked terrified, her arm was no longer in the sling, but her arms were holding her stomach, like she was holding herself up.

I walked towards her, my hands still in front of me.

"I won't hurt you Granger." I smirked.

"I know." Despite what she said, she stayed where she was.

"Well…" I shrugged.

"Yeah, well." She sighed, and walked away from the wall, towards the small kitchen.

I was confused. Well the fuck is wrong with her? One minute she's scared shitless, the next she doesn't give a fuck.

"What did you mean when you said 'it was his fault'? she opened the fridge, and grabbed items for grilled cheese out.

"Oh… right." I walked over to the couch and sat down. "Lucius. I… overheard him saying he was ganna, ya' know…kill your…" I didn't want to say it. I could tell she was already in enough pain.

"My parents." She glanced over at me, concern written all over her face.

I stood, and walked towards her, "I'm sorr-" Before I could finish, there were loud, dreadful screams erupting from the floor below us. We both looked at each other, she instantly ran to the wall she was once standing against, knelt and picked something.

She looked back at me, horror on her face. I went to walk towards her, but she shook her head hard. She nodded towards the door, and mouthed 'They're here!' There was a loud bang on the door.

"ROOM SERVICE, OPEN UP OR WE'LL OPEN IT FOR YOU!" I knew the voice. Avery.

Without thinking too much, I ran to Hermione just as the door flew open, I was too late.

"AND WHO HAVE WE HERE? OH LOOKY! IT'S THE-"

"HERMIONE, NO!"

She had her wand in her hand, and was pointing it to the middle of Avery's face. I could tell this wasn't going to be pretty, but Herm-Granger shouldn't have blood on her hands. I knelt down, and tore my wand away from my combat boot. I pointed it too Avery.

"Stupefy!" Avery hadn't a chance to counter curse, he was too busy staring at Granger, bewildered.

I heard heavy footsteps running up the stairs, we didn't have long. I grabbed Granger's hand but before I could think of where to go, we were flashed away.

*Hermione POV*

We landed in the long stringy grass. I didn't think twice about coming here, but maybe I should have. This was not going to be easy.

"Where are we?" he turned around slowly.

"The Weasley's." instead of facing him, I started making my way through the grass, with Malfoy on my tail.

20 minutes later, we still hadn't made it to the house.

"How much longer, Granger? Are you sure you took us to the right place?" he was panting, as was I, the grass was thick, and it was freezing out here.

"No you stupid git, I took you to an abandoned jungle, and am now taking you to my blood-thirsty family of monkeys, to sacrifice you for your precious blood." I smiled, he thought I was serious.

He stopped in his footsteps, just staring at me. I was very soon uncomfortable. I fidgeted with the hem of my shirt, not knowing where to look.

"You're cute when you're uncomfortable."

"What?" I replied, looking up and blushing.

I turned and started walking towards the house (hopefully), hearing the footsteps of Malfoy walking a few meters behind me. What the hell has gotten into him? And what the hell has gotten into me?

*Draco POV*

I didn't mean to say it out loud, I mean, I've never ever said anything remotely like that to anyone, let alone Granger. I thought it for what? A mere second, and then whoosh! It was out of my mouth. Idiot. You're an idiot Draco. You can't fall for her. She's… HER! NO, I AM NOT FALLING FOR HER. FOR GOD'S SAKE. I'm getting out of this mess, without her.

"Malfoy we're here." I barely heard it; it was as if she didn't really want to talk to me or anything. Good, see now that'll put me back in my place.

As we stepped through the dead grass-like bushes, bright green, luscious, carpet-like grass welcomed us. I had to stop myself from rolling around in it. Gazing up, blocking out most of the sun, was a crooked shack. It looked like it was built from garbage. Typical Weasley's, can't afford to build a proper house like… what the hell! A cardboard box would be better! Even though we were a couple yards away from the 'house' we could hear shouts coming from within.

"This is their home?" I looked at Hermione, confused.

"Yes." She walked forward.

"Wait! I can't go in there!" I pointed towards the door.

"Why not?" she turned and squinted at me.

"Because I'm… Well, I'm me!" I shrugged.

"Great excuse. Fine, sit out here, maybe it'll be… better for you anyway." She turned and walked ahead.

Like hell I'm going in there. I'd probably throw up, well, might as well make myself comfortable. I laid down, stretching out and putting my hands behind my head. A second later, I heard the door open, then close.

*Hermione POV*

I stepped over the threshold, closing the door behind me. The Weasley's were shouting at each other, well, until the door closed that is. Ginny rushed around the kitchen, her face darkening as she saw me.

"Is it true?" she has a worried look on her face.

"Is what true, Gin?" I stepped towards her, glancing around towards the living room.

"THAT YOU'RE IN LOVE WITH… MALFOY?"

*Draco POV*

Weasellette, I could hear it. It's shouting. But what I heard next, I didn't see coming.

"THAT YOU'RE IN LOVE WITH…" pause for dramatic silence. "MALFOY?"

What? The mudbl- now was no time for thinking. I stood, and ran to the door, pulling it open and stepping into possibly the biggest family wars in history.

"You're in love with me?" I looked at Herm- Granger, I could feel the blood drain from my face. Hold it, I'm so ganna hurl!

*Hermione POV*

I wasn't expecting the door to burst open after that. Malfoy stood to the side to me. Ginny's face got redder. Even though she always thought Malfoy was hot, she hated him, as did the rest of the Weasley's at that. They'd heard Ginny shouting, and came running, stress written on all their faces. But when I saw Ron, my heart sank. He looked lost for words, with what looked like tears in his eyes. But that didn't prepare me for the worst, when Malfoy crashed in.

"You're in love with me?"

He looked sick; he had no colour in his face. I was just… lost for words. Nothing would get me out of this mess. I'm screwed.

"YOU!"

I snapped my head around, Ron was barrelling forward at Malfoy. THIS WILL NOT END WELL. Before I could react in any way, Ron had decked Malfoy, and they were both on the floor punching each other. No-one moved. Everyone watched. No-one spoke. We just listened to the grunts of the two boys. I couldn't think. Before anyone reacted, a spell was cast. No-one heard it. We all just saw it. A flash. A crash. A flying body. Ron stood, and walked over towards the sink, blood dripping from his face.

I turned to look at the lifeless Malfoy. He was against the wall, eyes closed. Oh, please don't be dead! I hurried over to him.

"What are you doing 'Mione, leave him. He's pathetic." Ron stated, and then headed for the stairs, George following him.

I looked down at Malfoy. He hadn't a scratch on him. I smiled, not as weak as I thought.

Someone crouched down next to me, and grabbed my elbow, pulling me up. I stood regretfully, but saw who it was.

"Are you okay 'Mione?" Ginny asked.

"Why? I wasn't just in the fight you know…" I muttered, pointing towards Malfoy.

"No, not that, your arm!" She led me to the couch.

"Oh, ah, accident. Nothing major." I sat, but my wondering eyes drifted back to the unmoving boy.

"So… you love him? When did this all happen? Tell me everything!" she tapped me on my leg. I looked at her. "Well?"

"I don't love him." I whispered putting my head down. I think.

"What? Then…" she was confused.

"I'm helping him… in a way. I don't know Gin! I just don't know. Okay?" I pulled my legs up, and crossed them.

"No, not okay! Ron said you were all lovey dovey at some muggle café! So explain!"

I giggled, tears welled up. Oh great, now I'm fucking crying! "That was me getting back at Ron for being an arsehole, it was Draco's idea." I pulled my knees up, wrapping my arms around them.

"Since when do you call him Draco?"

"What?" I looked at her.

"You called him Draco." She had a hint of a smile on her.

"I did? Well, I didn't mean to." I blushed, her smile widening.

Just then, Mrs Weasley entered.

"Is this boy going to just lay in my kitchen like a dog, or shall he situate himself on a chair like a man?" I gazed up. She had a smile on her face.

Mrs Weasley wasn't one to hate. She loved, and protected her kids. However, when it came to Ron these days, she was on the verge of cursing him into oblivion. She was on my side. It was a dream come true for her, when Ron and I announced ourselves as a couple, as Gin and Harry did. But when I broke the news to her that Ron had cheated on me with Lavender, and I had walked in on them, she was furious. No matter what though, I'd always be another daughter to her, since my parents were killed. I was parentless just like Harry.

"Hey, Gin, where's Harry?"

Mrs Weasley walked away, grabbed her want and levitated Drac- Malfoy – Fuck! I did it again! – do the couch next to us. He looked peacefully asleep.

"He's got that interview, for the Aura job?"

"Oh right."

I stretched out and looked at Draco lying a few feet away from me.

"He wants to kill Lucius." I muttered to no-one in particular.

"His own father?" Gin replied.

"He said Lucius planned to kill Mum and Dad." I let tears fall, still looking at Draco. Oh shit! I'm saying his name like its second nature! Fuck! I can't do this! Its MALFOY god dammit!

"Oh 'Mione!" she hugged me from behind.

"I'm alright." I sniffed. "Look, I had this made." I said, turning to face her.

I pulled the locket from under my shirt. It was heart shaped, with gold and silver vines going around it. I opened it up, inside was a picture of my parents hugging, with the words 'Lost, but never forgotten' written on the opposite side.

It was ironic really. I obliviated their memories of ever having me, to protect them from the war. But doing so, I hadn't thought of the possibility that they could still be killed, no matter what I did. When the war ended, I was ready to go back to them. But I was too late, they were gone. They died not knowing why they were being killed. They died not knowing they had a daughter. They died not knowing me.

"It's beautiful Hermione." I closed it, and looked up at her, she was crying. We both laughed, and hugged it out. "We're your family Hermione. You know that, right?"

"Yeah, and I love you for it." I kissed her cheek. "Is it alright if we stay the night? Till we go tomorrow? We got attacked at the Leaky Cauldron."

"What? Who attacked you? What do you mean, we?"

"Oh right. The death eaters, led by Lucius himself, are out to get Draco, they raided his room, I said I could help him, then we got raided at mine, so we came here." I shrugged.

"Just a normal life for us 'aint it? Getting ourselves involved in things we shouldn't." she smiled.

"I don't know Gin, he needs me. He needs all of us. The war didn't end when Voldemort died. It'll end when everyone is safe, including him." I looked at Draco, yet again. I'm losing it.

"I know. You can both sleep in my room; we'll lay a mattress on the floor. He won't be allowed anywhere near Ron." We both rolled our eyes.

*Draco POV*

I'm on a boat. Drifting with the wind. My mind is elsewhere. There's a crash. I turn around. Its Lucius. I'm not prepared. I haven't got my wand. I'm armless. He lifts his arm.

'Avada Kadavra!"

I burst awake, panic stricken. I sit arm, stretching. I'm sweating like hell, but I'm pretty sure it's not as hot as I think it is, or maybe it is. I have no clue where the hell I am. The fuck am I? I rub my eyes, focusing on the room. It's not that girly, but I can tell I'm in a girl's room. How? There's a fucking bra next to my makeshift bed! I look to the other side. It's Hermione. She's sleeping. No, she's…crying? Why the fuck do girls have to cry around me? Like I know I'm fucking amazing but geeze!

More tears fall, on instinct I wipe one away. Not anything is worse than seeing a girl cry, even if she's asleep, hell even if she's Granger! What could she be crying for? That I beat up her ex? Or that she almost got killed? Or that her parents are dead? Or that she's in love with the amazing me? Oh god no, that's not it!

Lost in thought, I glance back up at her, my hand still on her face. She's awake, and staring at me. Oh fuck. Nice Draco, fucking nice! She doesn't talk, so I go to pull my hand away, but she quickly brings hers up and lays it on mine, holding it to her face. I'm lost to the moment, staring into her swirling brown eyes. I never realised until now. She's actually beautiful.

I lean in, our faces inches apart. We both hesitate, but then she moves in. Our lips meet. It's like fire kissing ice, cool and refreshing. I lean in to the kiss, my tongue moving against her lips. She sits up a little, moving her hand to my hair. I moan, appreciating the feel of her. She pushes against me, making me fall onto my bed, she's lying on top of me, kissing me gently but hungrily. I savour the moment, but I'm a man. I roll her over onto her back. We're still kissing. I lick her lips, wanting access. She allows me in, as our tongues meet, I feel the blood rush from my head to well, my dick. She feels it, and stops kissing me. I open my eyes, looking deeply into hers.

"I'm sorry." She whispers.

She pushes my shoulders up, so I move. She sits up, fixing her top, which was somewhat uneven. She stands, looks down at me, smiles and blushes. She walks around the messed up bed that she was in minutes before, and heads out the open door.

I lay back down, putting my hands on my face. I had to face the five truth's.

One: Hermione. There. Hermione, Hermione, Hermione!

Two: She's actually gorgeous.

Three: She's a fucking great kisser.

Four: Too be honest, she got me hard within 5 seconds.

And five: I think I'm falling for her.

Oh fuck.

*Hermione POV*

"Hermione! Pssst! Wake up! Mum wants us down stairs!" I'm being rudely shaken awake.

"What time is it?" I moaned.

"Six. Hurry, she says it's important."

"Okay, gimme a sec."

Ergh. Another start to such a glorious day. Woopee. I get up, on Gin's side of the bed, in case of stepping on the still sleeping Draco. I walk around to sneak a peek at him, I wish I was still freaking asleep! I walk to the door, open it, then close it behind me.

Walking down the stairs, towards the kitchen. Everyone's sitting at the table. I pull out the seat next to Harry. When did he get here?

"Morning 'Mione." Everyone mutters, still too tired to really care about mornings.

"Morning." I mutter, still half asleep.

Mrs Weasley stands, at the head of the table. "We have an issue to deal with, as a family." Oh no, not again. Not another lecture about how we all need to accept that Ron and Lavender are together despite her own desire! "Ginny came to me last night, along with Harry. They have told me that Hermione has accepted to help Draco out."

I awoke a bit with my name being said.

"WHAT?" Ron shouted. George shrugged.

"Ronald Weasley. This is a big family. Family helps family. We will not just let Hermione help him on his own. Harry, Ginny, Arthur and I, all think it is best if we too, help Draco find his way again. Them two-" she pointed to me, then to the roof to where Ginny's room roughly were. "- have already been attacked twice, they need all of us to help them. And we will, for Hermione, for her safety."

I was stunned. Since when does Harry Potter offer to help out Draco Malfoy?

"No." Ron said.

"Oh yes you will, Ronald Weasley." Mrs Weasley stated.

"I won't help a Malfoy. Not for her, not for anyone." He stood. "She's a slut." He looked at me. "Sleeping with the enemy!"

"Ron! I'm not!" I shouted.

"Bullshit! You've lied to all of us! You even bring him here! HERE! TO MY HOUSE!" tears fell from my eyes. "Oh don't fucking cry Hermione. Grow up. Don't be a baby."

"Ron!" everyone started yelling at him, but I was concentrating on his words.

"You're a slut, and you always will be. You're not welcomed in my life anymore. So fuck you, I'm not helping you or your trash bag boyfriend either." He walked off, towards the yard, ignoring the screams his family was yelling at him.

"'Mione, you okay?" Gin was at my side in an instant. I ignored her, and stood, walking back up to her room.

I ran to the bed, leaving the door open. I hugged my pillow, letting pools of tears out. I hate him! I hate him! I hate him!

After a few minutes, I was able to breathe properly again. Tears were still falling, but not as quickly. I was falling asleep, when I felt warmness on my face, wiping wetness away, I opened my eyes, thinking it was Ginny. It wasn't. What the heck?

It was Draco's. He went to move his hand, but I suddenly didn't want him too. I grabbed it, and held his there. A few mere moments passed, and he started to lean in. What do I do? What the hell do I do? He hesitated. Oh what the hell. I moved in, crushing our lips together. My body exploded, this kiss, this simple, easy kiss was nothing like Ron's. This was sweet, tender, this was careful. This is what I wanted. What I needed.

And I needed more. I pushed him onto his bed, pulling myself with him. Instantly his hand was at my waist, my shirt sliding up. His hand was warm, sending fire through my body again. His body pressed against me, and we rolled over so he was on top. His lips were melting away with mine. He wanted in. so I allowed him to. When his tongue entered my mouth, the kiss was suddenly filled with passion, and a whole lot of emotion.

Something instantly hardened against my leg. I felt myself get pale. I was so into this, I was afraid I wasn't going to be able to stop. I pulled away from him.

"I'm sorry." I whispered, siting up.

I stood, but regretted it. This was what I wanted. I wanted passion, and fire. I looked back at him. But did I want it with Draco? Draco Malfoy? I walked away, back out through the door, and stopped. I slid down the wall, my head falling on my knees.

Yes. I wanted this, and everything with Draco Malfoy.