Be Mine

Be Mine

Chapter twenty: Vulnerable

The Chilly winter air slowly turned into the warm but crisp air of and spring, and even Ginny had gotten used to Malfoy's presence within their gang.

Draco's constant presence within the Gryffindor ranks, had most of the school buzzing with questions and gossip, but it had Draco Malfoy utterly frustrated.

It was the last day of April, night was approaching and Draco Malfoy had secluded himself in the astronomy tower. He was thinking over the past month and was realizing something; for the first time in his life he had a true group of friends.

Oh sure Blaise was still his best friend, the one he could count on for anything…but Blaise was always busy with Luna so now a day's Hermione was coming in a close second.

He'll giver he one thing, Hermione Granger was an amazing friend.

One particularly cold night he was thrashing about in his bed, his sweat slicked body clung to the silk sheets and the emerald green blankets were wrapped around his legs like a straight jacket.

He was watching his mother being tortured for another countless time.

Voldemort's eyes glowed bright crimson as the end of his long wand was pointed at his mother.

His beautiful mother, her long pale hair was stringing around her agonized face, her small mouth was opened in silent scream; her vocal chords sprung from yelling. Her long legs were cocked at odd angles, and her back arched from the floor in pain. Her fingers twitched and her arms thrashed.

Dream Draco stood and watched in a silent horror, paralyzed with terror. Sweat poured around his face, mixing with the salty tears falling from his steel eyes. Finally the curse stopped and the boy was able to breath again, and when his mother's eyes opened he looked into them; the sky blue orbs were blank, void, nothingness filled them…his mother was gone.

It was then he let out a scream, and his eyes flew open and the choked scream died in his throat leaving him panting and his throat horribly raw.

He felt something cool on his forehead and his eyes flew open to land on a scared looking Hermione Granger.

Her eyes were wide and glazed like she was about to cry with stress, her hand was cool and smooth as she pressed his hair away from his face.

He realized he was shaking violently when he tried to reach up to push her away. He didn't want her to see him like this, weak, vulnerable.

He opened his mouth to say something but his throat was dry and his lungs empty.

He drew in a ragged breath, "Granger go away" he managed to croak out.

She let out a nervous laugh, "Bloody hell Malfoy, you scare me half to death thrashing about like you having a sodding seizure, and then you have the audacity to tell me to go away," she hissed out.

"Good lord woman, shut up and go away," he said with a laugh that came out more like a cough, he ran a shaky hand through his matted hair, making it stick up every which way.

"Ok I'll leave, I know…male pride and all that," she stood up and make her way towards his door but she turned before she walked out, "your really had me in a scare for a minute there Malfoy…and you wouldn't wake up."

He wanted to reach out to her, to touch her face that glowed in the moonlight…but before he could will his shaking hand to move she was gone.

Draco ran a hand through his platinum hair that stood out brightly against the silver moonlight. The extra astronomy tower had been his special thinking place since he was in third year; he found it trying to hide from filch one night when he, and his bodyguards had been split up in order to run.

The Head boy looked up at the large full moon, and he could almost hear the howl of a werewolf, but he was almost sure it was just his imagination running away again.

A cool spring breeze rippled the smooth surface of the black lake, and whipped the Slytherin's hair from his forehead. The head boy wrinkled his nose as the air brought along the pungent smell of the dragon mulch from the greenhouses below.

Draco looked up into the night watching as the stars twinkled above him in the dark sky, for some reason they made him think of Hermione…and how his plan to win her over without seducing her wasn't going very well.

Last week was a fair example of that.

He was a seventh wheel, which was now his official duty.

The day was bright and the strange group of friends had decided to head down to the lake, and Draco had officially decided that he was the seventh wheel.

And he told them so, "I am officially tiered of being the seventh wheel!" he expressed with exasperation as he watched Luna and Blaise begin at their snogging for what seemed like the tenth time in the last hour; why did they even bother to stop?

"The seventh wheel? Never heard that one mate," Harry's eyebrows rose into his hairline as he took his eyes off of Ginny for a second.

"If you knew common math Potter you would understand," he smirked good naturedly at the messy haired boy before continuing, "you have mini-Weasel-"

He was cut off by an affronted Ginny, "I have a name Ferret," she said her brown eyes narrowing.

"I know but I prefer my little pet-names for you Weaselette," he said with a grin, binding down to pinch her cheek, watching with amusement as she scowled and pouted.

"Anyway, and Blaise-the-I-can't-keep-my-tounge-in-my-mouth-or-my-pants-up-Zabini has Loony," the said couple pulled away from each other, Luna with a blush on her cheeks and Blaise with a satisfied smile before he turned to Draco and gave him a rude gesture, "Sod off Malfoy."

The head boy ignored it as he continued on with his rant, "and the beautiful Granger has freckles," turning to look at the last couple.

Ron's ears reddened in anger, "Don't call me freckles, and why does Hermione have me…and all the other guys have their birds?" Ron growled out his blue eyes narrowing.

"Because Weasel-bee, you're whipped," the smirking boy said making a whipping noise his grey eyes twinkling in amusement.

"Don't call me that either! And I am not," Ron said removing his arm from around his girlfriends waist and crossing it over his chest.

"Yeah you are mate," Harry said holding down a laugh.

"Granger practically has a leash on you," Draco said watching as Hermione let a scowl upon her pretty features and Ron almost foamed at the mouth.

"And why doesn't Hermione have a nickname from you?" the angry redhead said his glare intensifying.

"Draco lowered his voice to a purr, "You don't want to know what I call Granger, Weasel-bee,"

Ron growled and stood up angrily, "oi! That's my girlfriend your talking about you git!" the angry mans ears weren't the only thing red anymore is face was darkening quickly, and his fits were balling up at his sides in anger.

Hermione stood up quickly and gave Draco a glare mixed with an apologetic stare.

"Come on Ron, lets go somewhere," she held her boyfriends arm gently as they walked towards the pitch.

Draco turned to the group with a smirk, only his grey eyes showed his sadness and burning jealousy, "see mates…seventh wheel."

The head boy fixed his eyes onto the moon watching, as it seemed to light up the entire midnight sky, that was Hermione his moon, his light.

And he wasn't any closer to getting her. It was the final stretch.

And Draco Malfoy was determined he would have Hermione Granger.

Share with me the blankets that you're wrapped in

Because it's cold outside cold outside its cold outside

Share with me the secrets that you kept in

Because it's cold inside cold inside its cold inside

And your slowly shaking fingertips

Show that your scared like me so

Let's pretend we're alone

And I know you may be scared

And I know we're unprepared

But I don't care

Tell me, tell me

What makes you think that you are invincible?

I can see it in your eyes that you're so sure

Please don't tell me that I'm the only one that's vulnerable

Impossible

-Secondhand Serenade

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