-Ten

"I hold your hand when your feeling mad at me and when the monsters they won't go and your windows are closed I pretend to see what you see." -Waste, Foster the People

The pounding in my head was keeping a steady beat. It was if a metronome had taken the place of my dysfunctional brain. I tried to open my eyes but they were glued shut. I could only hear the noises in the background; shifts and shudders then the rustling of sheets.

Time passed and soon, it was easier to make my eyes twitch. My sense of balance regained and I slowly began to realize that I was moving. Train noises became loud and apparent. The gears in my head kicked in and I rolled over with an enormous groan and a flail of my limbs.

"Morning Granger," sneered the voice that I had become accompanied with waking up to. "Nice sleep?"

My eyes cracked open then slammed back shut as the blinding light over my head made my head pound harder. "Bloody brilliant," I moaned. My hand groped around my surroundings. I was on a bed, and clothed this time thank god.

"Where are we?"

Malfoy's hand shot out and gripped my wrist. He slowly moved it back under the covers of the bed. "On our way to Leningrad,"

My eyes flew open and I shot straight up like a bullet. "What!" I squeaked. The world started spinning in the small wooden cabin as my head thumped back down to my pillow. I let out a low curse and grabbed my head. "Why?"

"We couldn't exactly stay in Wizarding London, Granger," Malfoy snapped. "I don't know what the hell you we're thinking bringing us there!"

I looked at him through one eye. His usually perfectly coiffed blonde hair was sticking up on all ends and had various substances coating it. A large gash was sliced through his cheek; the blood and dirt mixture pouring down his chin. Dark purple bags hung heavily under his crystal grey eyes. Nevertheless, he still looked beautiful.

"What are you talking about?" I retorted with a quirked eyebrow. Malfoy mimicked me from the wooden chair across the bed. His expression looked a little more daunting, however, with his face smeared in crimson rust.

"You were moving us Granger," He said with a bite in his voice. "I had nothing to do with it."

I shook my head against the pillow. "No, it was all you!" I was defiant. Malfoy stood up and began to pace back and forth in the cabin.

"It was definitely you," He barked. "I would have remembered if I was moving us. That's besides the point anyways." He swatted at the air.

I propped myself up onto my elbows and rubbed my face. I was still wearing the jeans from Germany except now they were stiff, from our fall into the puddles in Diagon Alley, and caked in dried mud. My white tank top was now a sickly cream; a large, and suspicious looking, brown patch sat on my left breast. I ran my hand over it and I'm sure the look on my face was more than pleasant. I dragged my fingers down my side and let them linger on my hip.

I looked back up at Malfoy. His face was blank and devoid of any emotion. "That," He stated with a large sigh after running his hand through his hair.

"Yeah," I whispered. "That."

"So why exactly are we going to Leningrad?" I asked as I ran the fluffy white towel found in the cabin bathroom over my wet hair.

"To see a friend," Malfoy yelled from outside the bathroom. I scoffed and wrapped the towel around my waist.

"Could you be a little more vague?" I spat. Malfoy shouted something incoherent from the cabin. After rolling my eyes, I reached down and grabbed my knickers from the floor. I threw them in the sink; I needed to maintain some sort of cleanliness.

Suddenly, the door flew open and none other than Draco Malfoy strolled into the bathroom. I squeaked and grabbed the nearest towel to cover my chest. Malfoy was unamused. "What's your problem?" He inquired with a raised brow. "It's not like I haven't seen your chest before"

"Speaking of which," I gritted out from my teeth. "We need to talk about that."

Malfoy peeled off his shirt and threw it on the ground. My eyes popped out of my head as the silver otter swirled around his hip. "What is there to talk about?" He said as his hands went for the fly of his pants. In an act of desperation, and because I had no idea what my body would do, I let my hand jut out and wrap around his wrist.

Malfoy tilted his head up to lock his gaze with mine. A sly smirk played across his lips. "Oh I'm sorry would you like to do the honors?"

I dropped my hand as the heat rose up in my cheeks. "Absolutely not!" I squeaked, again. "That will not be happening again!"

In all honesty, I really hoped it did.

Malfoy's face twisted into a grimace. "And why not exactly?" He questioned as he stepped towards my towels and me.

"I-don't-you need to-"

"Face it, Granger," He drawled. His face inched closer and closer to mine. "There is something between us. Matronum Una wouldn't have worked if Fate had not decided that we were meant to be together. There is something here. You're only fooling yourself with this little act. The way you react to my touch-" His hand jutted out to cup my hip where his mark sat. The echo of the Dragon's hiss rung in my ears as it moved under him. "-and the way you stare at me and the overprotective nature you have towards me all gives it away. Give up."

His nose ran over the shell of my ear and my eyes fluttered shut. I sealed my lips shut to stop the moan from escaping. My self-control was teetering on the edge of a cliff. I had to prove him wrong. He dragged his pale nose along my jaw line and his lips ended up across from mine. I could taste the air of whatever he had just eaten in my mouth; sickly sweet and poisonous to my senses.

Our faces edged closer and closer together and finally our lips met. I tasted the sweetness on my tongue and my head felt like it was going to explode. Slowly, his mouth began to move against mine. My hands wrapped around his bare waist, his moan vibrated against my mouth as my fingertips came in contact with the otter. His fingers tangled in my hair.

I pulled back for air and Malfoy pushed me away from him. I stared at him, confusion clear on my face, as he slammed the door to the bathroom in my face. A coy smile was on his lips the whole time.

I groaned in frustration and flopped on the bed in my towel dress. A chuckle was heard from inside the bathroom. I did the mature thing and chucked a pillow at the door. It fell on the ground without a sound.

My head fell back on the remaining pillow. The sound of the door opening made me sit up as I was greeted with my, still dripping, knickers attached to my face. After drying them, I slid them over my hips followed by my somewhat clean jeans and the still dirty, cream-colored tank top. I shrugged the jacket and sneakers back on and slowly clicked the door to the cabin open.

The stolen wand was pressed into my thigh as I wandered down the empty hall. No one was in the adjacent cabins and I was beginning to get a feeling in my gut. Still, I ventured down the hall until I reached the end of the car.

I didn't see anything but the caboose so I turned on my heel and began to stalk down to the other end of the car. After finding nothing but a bolted door to the car in front of us, I turned around and walked back to our cabin.

Malfoy was lounging against the doorway when I got back. I bit my tongue as the dragon stirred in his presence. His hands instantly went for my pocket as he yanked the wand out of my grasp. "Do not touch the wand," He snapped and strode past me to the bolted door.

I followed after him quickly. He tapped the door three times with the wand before it creaked and roared open to reveal a crowded bar. Drunken men and women full of mirth were falling lazily over one another. Malfoy strode past them and I followed silently.

He made his way over to a booth in the corner and I followed like a lost puppy. Malfoy motioned for the waitress. She sauntered over to the booth in her black cocktail dress and let Malfoy whisper into her ear. She giggled and whisked away to the bar.

His gaze shifted to me and I bit my lip. Don't say anything stupid, don't say anything stupid, don't say-

"What was that?" I sneered. Malfoy's drink was placed in front of him and he took it in his hand without acknowledging the saucy server. She pouted and walked away. Serves her right, I thought.

"So you're probably wondering why exactly we're going to Leningrad," Malfoy said, completely disregarding anything I said. I nodded. He downed his scotch and motioned for Saucy Sally to get him another.

"I have a friend there who can help us with our problem,"

I barked out a laugh. "Which one?" Sally placed Malfoy's second drink in front of him and I motioned for her to bring me one. I was going to need one after this conversation.

"Obviously that Blaise is framing us for the murder of his wife and is chasing us as we speak," Malfoy sneered as he downed his second glass with a gulp. He lounged back into the booth. "I wouldn't consider the second one a problem." He said with a wink.

"Who's in Leningrad?" Two could play at that game. I took a swig on my scotch. It burned my throat all the way down to my stomach.

Malfoy leaned forward on the table. "An old friend who wasn't too fond of Blaise and his ways," He whispered as his eyes locked with mine. They already looked a little drowsy from the liquid, but it didn't surprise me for the waitress had finally given up and given Malfoy the whole bottle of scotch. "They know of what he ultimately wants and don't approve. They want him gone."

I poured myself more of the vodka Saucy Sally had brought me, it was harsher on me than the scotch and by god I wanted to be pissed out of my mind after this. "Will you ever tell me who said person is? Or what Blaise wants?"

Malfoy smiled slightly as he watched me take two shots straight from the bottle. My face contorted. "Blaise," Malfoy sighed. "Is much like my father was and how the dark lord was. They believe that they are superior to all others and want one single pure wizarding race. He uses his 'debts' with people to kill off the half-bloods and muggle-borns."

My jaw tightened. "That explains why he's after us." I said softly.

Malfoy nodded seriously. "Partially," He said as he downed some of my vodka. "And partially because I was one of his best friends who just betrayed him."

"Wait, what?" I said, pausing mid-sip. "You brought him Gary, that was what he wanted right?"

Malfoy shrugged. "Yes but Gary was a sacrifice," He said. His eyes locked with me before he looked down at the table. "I found out the day before you and I were supposed to oust Gary that you were the real target. I was specifically told to get you involved and didn't connect the facts until I heard Blaise and Millicent talking about how to kill you." The last part was quiet.

I set my glass back down on the table and swallowed hard. "Why did you go ahead with it then?"

Malfoy looked back up at me, suddenly sober. "I didn't need Blaise on my ass, so I figured if I brought him Gary he'd be satisfied and wouldn't want you. Then you begged," He ran a hand through his hair. "God Granger, you begged. I couldn't see you that way. I took Gary and ran with you. I couldn't give two shits about him but I couldn't let you go. I can't."

My gaze was fixed on him. I downed the entire glass of vodka and then grabbed the bottle, took three giant gulps, and put it back on the table and watched as the world started to spin. "Why?" I managed to slur.

"The prophecy I had seen a few weeks ago talked of you," He said as he took more alcohol. I couldn't tell which one; just that he was drinking it like water. "And me and how we would save the world. It all clicked that day; Blaise and you and I but now I have no idea what to do. So we're seeing a prophetess."

I shook my head. This was all surreal. "Don't be a hero," I said in broken and mumbled words. "Get hurt."

Malfoy just stared at me. He took another glass of liquid into his body before standing and grabbing my wrist. "We're leaving,"

I shook my head.

"You're drunk, let's go."

I shook my head again. This time, Malfoy took me by my waist and hauled me over his shoulder. I was too intoxicated to do anything besides moving my arms in random directions. Malfoy pushed his way past all of the other drunken characters, he tapped the door again and it swung open allowing us to get through.

"I'm such a lightweight," I giggled inappropriately. I am slightly bipolar drunk, in case you couldn't pick up on it. Malfoy grunted in frustration and set me down in front of the cabin door.

I huffed heavily as Malfoy set his hand on my waist to steady me. His eyes searched mine. He was trying to show he was not nearly as drunk as me but his eyes said otherwise. I pressed my chest against his, arching my back into him.

"Kiss me," I breathed. Malfoy's lips parted slightly as he continued to stare at me. I quirked an eyebrow.

"Kiss m-"

His lips crashed into mine as his hands wrapped around my waist and hugged me tight against him. My hands tugged at his hair as his hands cupped my rear, lifted me up and settled me onto his hips. We both moaned as his length hit my core.

Somewhere in between, Malfoy had pushed open the door. I let my feet settle on the ground as he pushed my jacket over my shoulders and tore the tank top off me. My hands clawed at his chest. He peeled his shirt off and returned his hands to digging into my hips.

"You're going to regret this in the morning," Malfoy murmured to me as his lips trailed down my jaw and his hands fumbled with my bra.

I let out a stifled groan as his palm came in contact with my breast. "I'll blame it on being drunk," I breathed. "Doesn't mean shit."

Malfoy looked me straight in the eye with a sly smirk. "Whatever you say love."

A/N: I tried to make this one a little longer cause I failed miserably at writing chapter nine. Enjoy! R&R!