~*~ Chapter 4 ~*~
Hermione had turned in the project the day after they had that fight. They were finished anyways, so it wasn't that big of a deal. Everyone returned to sitting with their friends and Hermione had been avoiding him. She wouldn't look in his direction or anything. Draco told himself it didn't mean anything and that he was glad to be rid of the Mudblood. But something inside him shifted every time he saw her. He had even resorted to tripping her and waiting for her to glare at him.
Draco awoke at 4AM in the morning a few weeks later. He had been having a dream about his father and the ritual. This was a frequent occurrence since he had gotten the letter. He had only read about the ritual from his father's private book stash, hidden in Lucious's office. This information had created dreams of darkness.
'All the death eaters crowded around him, blocking out all the light except that which came from the moon. The clouds seemed to be fleeing the sky above the forest. Wails of agony could be heard in the distance as muggle blood was being collected.
His father came to him, wearing the ceremonial silver cloak. "Will you accept your fate?" Lucious said as his lips curled into a smirk. Draco didn't respond as he heard the chanting begin. His father cackled and yelled "crucio!" Crumpling to the ground, Draco willed himself to keep control. Then everything exploded in white light.'
The dream always ended there and left Draco sleepless for the rest of the night. Rising slowly from bed, he put a cloak on his shoulders and slipped out of his room. Quietly descending the stairs, he entered the bathroom and cleaned himself up a little. After this was done, he left the room and the portrait squeaked closed behind him. The mermaid in the painting spoke to him. "Another late night stroll? You'll get caught eventually," she half yawned and leaned on her arm again.
His walk eventually led him to the Astronomy tower. He went up to the top and stepped out onto the roof. The air was crisp and not too cold for December. Leaning against the wall, he looked up into the black starry sky. It was so silent and dark outside, perfect for thinking. Draco's mind eventually wandered to Hermione and he cursed himself.
'What is it about her! This 'melting' effect she has on me is getting irritating! I'm drawn to her… like a moth to a flame. Why! I didn't ask for this!' He slammed his fist into the wall and his mind kept going. 'I can't keep myself away from her. Oh o… I miss the fucking Mudblood! This is just great!'
Draco forced his mind to shut down for a few minutes. His body was overheating because he was getting so angry. He unbuttoned his shirt and took the cloak off. Trying to get off the subject of Hermione was hard. 'Besides… its not like I have a chance with her. I'm not even…What if I hurt her when I… oh god what am I thinking!' Draco walked over near the edge of the roof. "I am a Malfoy!!! I do NOT think this way!!!" He shouted to the night sky.
"Do not think what way?" A quiet voice said behind him. Hermione was in her school robes. It was 4:30 by now. She had heard him walk out of the common room when the portrait has squeaked. Draco's bare chest was exposed and the moonlight made him look like a spirit. His thin body had become muscular from the years of quidditch, but he was still thin. He was almost six feet tall, which was unusual because of how small he had been in the first year. Hermione took all this in before taking a few steps towards him.
"Hermione…" He said in a shocked voice. As she advanced, he took steps backward. Now was not a good time for him to see her. Seeing as he was still contemplating what to do about her. Draco got too close to the edge and the brick made him start to fall backwards. "Shit!" He yelled as he started to fall. Hermione ran over to him and caught him by the arm. It took some difficulty, but she helped pull him back onto the roof. They were only inches apart when he was standing again. "Thanks," he whispered.
"Yeah," Hermione said and shivered. She looked up into his eyes and saw them flickering between blue and gray. Draco looked at the fire dancing in her eyes. No matter where they were, he saw the flames in her brown eyes. They both were breathing heavy from the rescue and she felt Draco's warm breath on her face.
Then he snapped. Draco pushed her against the wall, kissing her forcefully. To his surprise, she responded when he slipped his tongue into her mouth. He started to work his hands into her shirt and then the broke apart. Her shirt was unbuttoned and open and Draco's bare chest was leaning against her. They stayed like that for a moment, panting from the lack of air. Then she slapped him and moved away from the wall. "I…" Draco tried to form words, but it was like she had sucked them out of his mouth. His eyes were blazing blue again as he tried to figure out how to fix the situation.
"How dare you Malfoy! Why are you playing with me like this!" Hermione yelled at him and glared daggers. "I don't understand you and you won't tell me ANYTHING!" Tears were forming in her eyes as she started to run away.
"NO!" Draco screamed inhumanly and sank to his knees. The exit covered in ice as white clouds formed overhead. Hermione stopped in her tracks and turned back to Draco, who was still screaming. Snow started to fall from the sky as his cry died down. His arms were elongated by a foot and they were six inches thick. Silver skin covered his body and his arms had large triangle scales that linked together up to his shoulders where they stopped. Draco's hands were twice their normal size, silver, and shaped like claws.
"Draco…" It was Hermione's turn to be speechless as she watched Draco clench and unclench his claws. She couldn't move as the snow slowly stopped falling. "What the fuck are you?!" She screamed at him in her anger and confusion as he stared at her with his blue eyes.
(PS- Have I lost Draco completely? I'm trying to make his good side and bad side fight and shiat... yeah... so.. review?)