Emerald Fire

Written by: Dragons Spitfire

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter books or movies

Rating: M for sex, language, and violence.

Character: Draco Malfoy/Hermione

Type: Romance/Angst

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Introduction

You may have heard the story of Harry Potter, the boy who lived. Who willingly, and will great struggle, sacrificed his own life in saving the lives of wizards, houseelves, and muggles alike. It is a tale that will be told for years to come, to idolize and inspire many. Alas, I am not that boy. I am another, who struggled through the hardships. My name is Draco Malfoy, the only son of Lucius. This is the side of the story that none of you will have heard in your readings, one that is darker and ever more gruesome than that of Harry Potter. My story is one of just as much love, hardship, and loss. If these sorts of events upset you, then turn back from your readings. This is of the darkness, of being up close and personal.

This is my story.

Chapter One

The Never Ending Memories

And out of the shadows they came,

Their breath cold as ice,

Whispers…whispers in the dark,

They came for the followers,

They came for the flesh,

They trap all they wish,

And smother them in darkness.

Pain of the Death Eater-Verse #3: The book of Darkness-Death Eater Library

In the beginning of all things, one never seems to understand the power of love. Some see love as a weakness, clouding the mind and devouring the soul in endless flames of disseat and torture. Many believe it is the savor of our world, the emotion which binds all things together and brings happiness to everyone.

Sometimes the way we look at things isn't always the right way. How, some people believe that if they have nothing left, they should kill themselves. . . that's no where near true, because at any moment every thing can go right for you again, and there is always some one there if you need them. Life is difficult some times, but that's why we were created so strong, to fight through all of it and go on in life. You must never give up in life, and trust in your heart.

Thunder crashed over head, as the 16 year old Draco Malfoy lay on his four poster bed, staring out the window. The wind howled against the roof, and the rain plummeted against the glass as though a thousand bees were fighting to get inside. A slight shiver traveled down the boys body as he softly brushed a blond lock away from his eye. A fire burned in the corner, but he felt no heat from its flames. . . not on this night. . .

Never had he been so frightened in all of his life. This was it. . . tonight was the night when all his hopes and ambition would be shattered, and his life devoted to something he truly didn't want a part of.

No one understood or knew the truth about Draco Malfoy, or the thoughts which passed through his head. No one knew of the pain.

A single tear rolled down the boys cheek, as he rolled over on his bed, glancing up at the ceiling. His heart jumped as though struck by lightning, when the sounds of his mother yelling strummed in his ear.

"Draco!" She hollered shrilly. "Come down here! It is time to go!"

Draco rolled his eyes towards the door, without a single movement in his body. He wasn't about to co-operate with his parents this time.

"Draco Malfoy get down here this instant!" His mothers voice roared up the staircase.

Draco didn't flinch. . .

It was when the stomps of his father coming up the stairs began that he really began to feel fear. Even then, the pale and cold boy, didn't move a single inch.

The door slammed open with a crash. Draco, though his back was turned to the doorway, could hear his father wringing his cane in a tight grasp. Dracos breaths grew short and loud, as his fathers frightening steps neared the bed where he lay.

"Son, come down at once, your mother and I are waiting for you." He hissed, for once almost in a kind tone. "We must be at the trial in less then half an hour."

"I'm not going anywhere." Draco said quietly, still not daring to move from his place on the bed. He knew what was going to happen next.

In the next second he felt a fast jolt of wicked pain as his father grabbed him by the back of the neck, pulling him up off the bed.

"You listen here boy," The man said sternly in his sons ear. "And, you listen well. You are going to that trial, whether you like it or not!"

Draco let out a yell of pain as his father threw him to the floor. The boy tasted his own blood as his face smacked against the stone floor. For seconds he just lay there, afraid to move, afraid to fight back.

. . .If only he was allowed to cast spells out side of school. . .

"Get up!" Came a loud voice above his head. Pain surged through his skull, as his father picked him up by grasping his hair, and pulled his head back to look into his eyes. Draco closed his eyes tightly, quivering all over.

"Let go." He whispered, his eyes still shut.

"Look at me." He father snapped. "Look at me!" Dracos eyes snapped open as his father began shaking his only sons head furiously. Lucius stopped when Draco was finally making eye contact, and once again spoke.

"You will go and get you things," He whispered. "Then, you will get into the limo with your mother and I with no more arguments. Is that understood?"

. . .Silence. . .

"IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?"

Once again Draco was thrown to the ground with a loud crash. Draco lifted himself with a weak effort, nodding to his fathers wishes.

"Good." Said Lucius calmly, straightening out his cloak. "Now, go get cleaned up, hurry up or we'll be late."

"Draco?" Came a soft and gentle voice in his ear. "Draco, are you alright?"

He looked up from the view out the small window of the Hogwarts Express. He was glad some one had come to pull him out of his flash backs. They were torture. A faint smile purged his pale lips as he looked up into the face of Pansy Parkison. She smiled back, tilting her head to one side, her long raven locks flowing down her cheek. Draco had always been fond of her hair, straight and shiny.

"How are you Drake?" She asked, sitting down next to him and putting her hand on his own. "You don't look so good."

Crabbe stirred gently in his sleep as she spoke, letting out a soft groan. Goyle lay sleeping as he had been before she had entered.

Dracos smiled brightened even more as Millicent appeared in the compartment behind Pansy. She smiled at him, sitting down next to her best friend.

"I'm alright Pansy." He replied, as she rested her head on his shoulder. The smell of her hair filled his nostrils. He had missed all of his friends, though he had seen them at the Trial of the Death Eaters during the summer. He shuddered at the thought.

"I missed you." She said , brushing a piece of his blond hair behind his ear and out of his face. "I missed you like you wouldn't believe."

"I missed you as well." He said, as she lifted her head from his shoulder. Her aqua blue eyes actually sparkled in the dim lighting. Anything was better then home, and right now, she seemed like an angel in his eyes. Though to anyone else, she was nothing more then a pug faced bitch. They had dated for a very short time the year before, and had separated before the summer began. They had hardly spoke since.

"Millicent," Pansy said rather frustrated. "Could you leave us in private for awhile please."

It wasn't a request, more of an order really.

Millicent looked a little hurt as she glanced from the face of Pansy to Draco and back to Pansy again. But, without any real complaints, she stood up from her place in the compartment and exited, shutting the sliding door behind her.

Draco felt a little confused as he watched the girl disappear from sight, leaving the two alone together, besides Crabbe and Goyle, fast asleep across from them. He thought they had agreed not to be involved with each other in any way other the friends from now on.

He thought maybe that over the summer, she had grown more beautiful then she had been the year before. She had slimmed out even more, and her hair was even nicer. Draco still had no feelings for her that way, though he had been alone all summer, in desperate need of a companion the entire time.

He let his eyes wander up and down the girls body as she smiled at him, her hands on his chest. She was wearing a little white tank top, with cleavage visible and easily noticeable. Her hips were being well hugged by an extremely tight pair of pale jeans. Draco felt himself growing weak to her appearances, though he wanted nothing to do with her in that way.

"I love you, Draco Malfoy." She said softly, smiling brightly and taking his face in her palms. Draco felt a shiver travel all the way through his body as she scanned his face with her eyes. This just didn't feel right anymore. . .not after the summer. . .

. . .Hermione. . .

. . .How could he ever forget about her. . .

Draco felt his heart skip a beat as Pansys hand ran its way down his chest, and back up underneath his shirt. Her breath fell down his throat as she began to suck and kiss at his neck gently. He let out a stifled breath as she did so, trying to push her hands away but failing miserably when she placed one of her hands on his inner thigh.

Draco felt his blood beginning to flow rapidly fast as she ran her hand down his leg, keeping in motion to her tongue, which was now groping with his gently. Draco didn't want this, yet at the same time he did. He had no action all summer, and it had all just bottled up inside his gut, and now he felt as though he was ready to explode.

He reached over and placed his hand on her chest. She let out a soft breath in his ear, sitting on his lap. She took his head in both her hands, running her tongue along his lips. He let his eyes close, before she had pushed him down onto his back, her on top of him.

"Hermione, where were you all summer anyway?" Asked Ron, as the train sped onto Hogwarts. The sky was darkening and the lights were flickering to the rattle of the wheels on the steel tracks.

Hermione looked up from the book in her lap, placing her pen down on the seat next to her. She smiled warmly to her friend as he looked at her with a curious expression glued to his face.

"I was very busy all summer Ron." She said. Ron looked confused. "I had a lot of things on my mind."

"Like what?" He asked, looking more bewildered then usual. "You weren't. . . don't tell me. . . you weren't studying all summer, were you?"

Hermione giggled softly, looking over at Harry, who was smiling along with her.

"No, Ron." She said cheerfully. "I wasn't studying all summer. Though, that does sound like it would have been a good idea. No, I was helping my parents, we moved actually. . . into London. We thought things would be easier there, for when I'm in school and things like that."

"Oh," Said Harry, almost relieved. "That's why you didn't write all summer, is it? Ron and I were both wondering what happened to you, usually you write like a maniac."

"Well, that's the way things go sometimes." Said Hermione, looking out the window. The stars were shining brightly over head.

The truth was, that Hermione had spent a great deal of her time in Diagon Alley, doing the one thing she knew her friends would never forgive her for. She had spent time with Draco Malfoy, which was not something she had originally intended on doing. He had come to her in a time of need, there was nothing she could do other then be there for him, especially when he told her the whole story.

Except there had been a twist to all of that talk in the summer. While all of this was going on, Hermione was quite rapidly feeling a new emotion for Malfoy which she had never experienced before in her entire life, for anyone. At first she wasn't really sure what it was, until that day. . . that day when the fate of her future took a twisted turn for the worst, in most peoples eyes it was for the worst anyway.

"Hermione, you look distracted." Added Harry, almost at a whisper. "Like there's something on your mind that you can't shake away. Are you sure there is nothing you would like to tell us? Anything at all? You know we're here for you, if you need us."

Hermione looked down, her eyes closed slowly. She never thought that her sixth year in Hogwarts could already be so challenging, when she wasn't even into the work yet. She turned her head away so that the boys didn't see the single tear roll down her pale cheek.

The train continued to rattle on as the sun disappeared completely and the stars became extremely brighter then before. Hermione knew this was going to be more of a difficult year then she had planned for.

Summer after 5th year: Diagon Alley-Flourish and Blotts

"I'll be right over mum!" Hermione called from inside the shop of Flourish and Blotts. The crowd began to push her inside as she lost sight of her muggle parents, disappearing deep into the sea of faces. It was stuffy in there, and she found it very difficult to move around. All she wanted was the 'Experts Book of Potions: 6th Year'.

Though it seemed impossible, she managed to force her way towards the foot of the stair case where Malfoy and his father had tormented her and her friends 4 years back. She remembered clearly, when he slipped that diary into poor Ginnys cauldron.

She let out a breath of frustration, as she was forced back into the railing, knocking a book off the shelf. It was then at that moment when history seemed to repeat itself, and the same drawling voice sounded behind her.

"Well well, if it isn't Goody Granger."

Hermione spun around, her eyes rolling and her teeth clenched tightly together. They just glared at one another for a moment.

"What do you want?" She snapped, crossing her arms. ". . .Malfoy. . ."

Draco took a couple of steps down off the staircase, until he was facing Hermione dead on in the face. This action caused her to shiver slightly, though she ignored it and continued in the epic battle to stare Draco down.

"You know, Granger. . ." He said coolly, pacing around her slowly. "The muggle world is just down the street, through the brick doorway. . . you are more then welcome to let yourself out."

Hermione opened her mouth in protest, but at that very same second froze on the spot. For then she had looked down at the wrist of Draco Malfoy, and saw what looked like a large and dark bruise. She looked back up at the boy, suddenly seeing he had a slightly cut lip, and a red swell up on his cheek bone.

She shook the ideas from her head, and finally spoke.

"Well Malfoy, I can see there is no point in me wasting my time on you."

And with that, she had exited the shop completely, with out even thinking in the long run. She didn't care, she just wanted to get away from that boy.

It was an hour or so later, when she came out of the robe shop, that she realized she had to use the bathroom. She handed all of her baggage to her parents, and told them she was going to look for a new cauldron, and that she would be awhile. That was where she was originally intending to go, after the bathroom that is.

She entered the darkened alley way leading to the bathrooms. It was empty, no sign of movement, though the sounds from the busy Diagon Alley could be heard just over the wall. Hermione followed the passage as far as she could go, until she finally reached the doorway marked toilette.

She it very quickly, considering it was dark and frightening in there, and stepped back out into the passage. She had only taken her first step, when she heard something shift to her left. She jumped a little, her head snapping to the side to see what the noise was. At first she could see nothing but a black mass curled up in the corner, then another movement.

Hermione jumped back wards, snatching her wand out of her robes, aiming it at what ever was lurking in the corner.

"Lumos." She said sternly.

A faint glow came from the tip of her wand. She almost dropped it though, as her light fell over the mass in the shadows. It was then that a yellow glow filled her eyes, and the person raised his head from being rested in his knees.

"Malfoy?" Hermione asked, putting her wand away, and crouching down on the ground next to him. He didn't look up at her, he only quivered, as though he was cold. Though, there was no way he could be.

Hermione bit on her lip, as she wriggled a little closer. Through the darkness she could see the boy was in pain, and upset. He looked like he was on the verge of tears.

"What are you doing here?" He snapped, wiping his eyes with the back of his sleeve, before looking up finally into her eyes. His eye lids were red and swollen.

Hermione scuttled a little closer still. She knew it was Draco, but she felt as though she couldn't just leave him there.

"I," She paused, as he raised his eyebrows at her. "I was going to the bathroom, when I heard you in the corner."

Draco looked slightly angered by her presence, but he did not tell her to go. She watched at he stood up suddenly, brushing him self off and beginning to walk away down the alley.

Hermione watched as he took about 5 steps, before turning around to look at her. he looked a wreck. As though he hand't slept in months. She actually felt sorry for the Slytherin.

"Are you alright?" She asked, stepping closer, a look of great sympathy plastered to her face.

Draco looked her up and down, then smiled just a little. It was like he was a whole other person at that exact moment in time.

"Thank you for asking." He whispered, his silver eyes sparkling barely in the darkened passage.

Hermione smiled slightly, tucking a brown lock behind her ear and looking at her foot. She could hear the sounds of Draco stepping closer.

She looked up once more, to see him only feet away from her.

"You know," He said softly, taking one more step closer to her. "You're very pretty for a muggle."

Hermione let out a small gasp, her face curling with confusion.

Why was he being nice?

"What?" She asked, her eyes widening.

Draco smiled softly again, though he looked as though he was covering up a another wave of tears. He sniffed softly.

"I'm sorry, Granger." He mumbled, looking down, and then back up into her eyes.

She had never noticed before, but he had very beautiful eyes for some one so cold hearted.

"For what?" She asked.

"I treated you so unfairly." He replied, taking another step closer. "You did nothing to me. And there is no reason why muggles can't be a part of our world. That's my fathers opinion, not mine."

Hermione was completely horrified. She wasn't sure if this was all just a sick joke.

"Do you want to know a secret, Granger?" He asked at a whisper. He was now so close, she could feel his breath on her face, it was warm, almost comforting.

She looked up at him. He was tall, around 6 feet, so she had to look up a little. His hair was falling over his face in blond strands, now not glued to his head like he used to do. He smelled good, but she wasn't sure what it was.

"I," He passed for a moment. "I actually feel happy to see you here. Maybe I need someone."

Hermione felt her face once more curling with confusion. This must be a trick, or something.

"Maybe not in the way you're thinking." He added quickly. "I just, never hated you the way I played to, that's all. I think you're kind of cute, and smart. I wish I had a friend as great as you."

It was then that Hermione realized more tears were filling Dracos eyes again. He looked as though he was a bomb of agony, ready to explode at any time. Maybe he was just lonely. Deep down inside, he ached for something more then what was given to him.

"Granger, look at my wrist."

Hermione, too shocked to care, took his right arm, lifting up the sleeve. She let out a small squeak as the picture of a green skull came into view. It was the mark of the Death Eater. Draco yanked his arm away, as though she had bitten him.

"There." He hissed, backing away in anger. "You know, now you can hate me just like everyone one else against you-know-who."

"Voldemort?" Asked Hermione softly.

Draco closed his eyes, shuddering all over. He barred his teeth, another tear rolling down his pale cheek.

"Please," He mumbled quietly, so Hermione could barely hear him speak. "Don't say his name, he caused too much pain. . . I hate him. . . I HATE HIM!"

Hermione stepped backwards as Draco turned around and let out a long horrifying yell, kicking a dust bin over as hard as he could, letting it smash against the stone wall of the alley.

What was she going to do?

Draco pulled away from Pansy suddenly.

The lights of the Hogwarts express flickered softly as the train rattled on through the dark. Pansy opened her eyes, looking his face up and down in questioning.

Draco sat up slightly, resting his head in his hands, running one through his hair. He let out a long breath, as Pansy rolled off his lap and onto he seat beside him. Crabbe flinched gently in his sleep.

"Baby?" She asked softly, taking his cheek in the palm of her hand, and turning his head to look at her. He didn't look her in the eye.

Pansy scanned his face over again.

"What's the matter?" She said, smiling gently, stroking his face. "We haven't even got started yet."

Draco stirred softly, taking her hand in his own, and lowering it down onto the seat beside him.

"Maybe it would be best if it stayed that way." He whispered, kissing the back of her hand once, right before she pulled it away.

She looked utterly disgusted.

"Wh-what are you talking about?" She asked, backing off a little. "I thought you love me?"

"Once I think I loved you." Draco answered, looking at her with great sympathy. "But those feelings are in the past now, we both need to move on."

"Draco, what are you saying?" She demanded in a deep and angry tone. "We're betrothed for Merlin's sake!"

Draco looked down, grasping his head once more in his hands.

"That's our parents decision, not our own." He muttered.

"But, I like the sound of marrying you Draco!" She hissed, her sapphire eyes beginning to water slightly. Her lips trembled as she continued. "I want to be with you!"

"Me, or my family fortune?" He said sternly, turning to face her. She continued to look into his eyes sincerely.

"You." She repeated. "Not the money. . . it's you I want Baby, only you."

Draco thought that maybe she was telling the truth, and he pitied her, for his feelings were now gone for good.

He looked out the window blankly, not at all sure what to do any more. He thought maybe it would be best if he didn't speak any more.

"Well, I can feel when I'm not wanted." She mumbled, standing up, adjusting her jeans as she headed for the door way out.

Draco watched her as she slammed the sliding door open, disappearing back down he train corridor and out of sight.

"Malfoy, you're cold." Said Hermione gently, as they sat back in the corner of the Leaky Cauldron. Draco glared at her.

"Shut up Granger!" He spat, yanking his fingers out of her grasp. "I never asked for your opinion."

Hermione felt anger swelling up inside of her gut.

Why am I even here?

She asked herself.

She was so annoyed with being bossed around. Though, this was the first time her and Draco had ever shared a civilized conversation.

The light from the candles flickered in his eyes, as he took a sip of his hot drink. He looked distant, not all there. He looked as though he was lost, and inside he was just calling out to be found and saved by some one.

Hermione sat in silence as he reached over his shoulders, removing his cloak. Her eyes widened at what she saw. His arms were covered in bruises, and it looked as though his throat was too. His white muscle shirt clearly gave access to look freely at his beautiful body.

Toned arms pored out from the shirt, and the outline of his strong chest was easy to see as well. Obviously, he had been active all summer, with who knows what though.

. . . Maybe. . . Quidditch?. . .

She wondered.

He looked angry, and she wasn't sure why, but he also looked as though he was ready to break down into tears on the spot.

Dracos head snapped open from where it lay rested on the train seat. He let out a sigh of frustration. He wasn't in the mood for flash backs, or nightmares of any kind. all he wanted, was to get to Hogwarts and never go back home.

Hermiones face flashed through his mind suddenly. He didn't know why, but something about her had attracted him that week in Diagon Alley.

Draco stood up suddenly, he couldn't stand being in that compartment any longer. He needed to walk around. So, with that thought now plastered into his head, he slid open the door, and stepped out into the corridor.

There weren't many out of their compartments, only the odd few. Deep down in Dracos heart, he hoped he bumped into that brunet he hadn't talked to in almost a month.

Hermione sat on the counter of the bathroom alone. Tears trickled and made their way gently down her pale face. She sniffed, wiping her nose with the back of her sleeve. Something in the back of her mind wouldn't stop haunting her.

Suddenly, there was a loud and controlling knock on the bathroom door. Hermiones head snapped up. She jumped off the counter, wiping away her tears, and checking to make sure her make up hadn't smudged at all. Even though she got perfect marks, she still was extremely pretty and did actually try.

Her long brown hair was now straight from a new charm she had learned, and its was cut into sexy layers the muggle style. There were a few blond strips through it all, making it look as though it was glowing.

Once again the pounding on the door.

"Alright alright!" Hermione hollered, walking over to the door, and grabbing the knob. She yanked the door open with full force yelling, "What the hell is your prob. . ." She paused for a moment, as the silver eyes of Draco Malfoy met hers. ". . .lem. . ." She finished, now at a whisper.

Draco raised his eyebrows towards her, looking at her as though she was insane.

"Are you finished in there?" He asked, in a rather angry tone. "Some of us cant wait forever you know."

Hermione rolled her eyes, leaning on the door frame and sighing.

"Nice to see you too, Malfoy." She muttered, moving out of the way as he walked straight on by her, barely taking notice of her. It was just as he went to close the door that Hermione spoke.

"I told you that it wouldn't happen."

Draco paused half way through, opening the door a little bit more to see the girls face.

"What?" He hissed.

Hermione crossed her arms in a snotty manner.

"What you told me in Diagon Alley, remember, when we said goodbye."

Draco looked confused.

"I. . ." He paused, looking down and then back up into her eyes. "I don't know what you are talking about. Just, shut up Granger."

And with that, he had disappeared behind the door.

Well, what did you guys think of the first Chapter? Good? I hope so, I worked hard, and it will get way better….lotsa action romance and naughty fantasies coming true. Anyway stick around, and don't give up on it if its not your cup-a-tea, cause it'll get better I swear!