A/N- Thanx everyone, and may I say thanx for the French corrections- I won't type at wee hours anymore, sorry this took so long to post, but for warning: I'm going on a cruise for a week so no internet connections.
Nine: Forget Anything I Said.
Somewhere down an alley, and amidst all the chaos, Draco pulled Hermoine to an abrupt stop and with more force than completely necessary, pulled her to him and crushed her to his chest.
"I'll kill them," he rasped against her forehead, "I'm going to fucking kill them all."
"Draco-"
"No!" he growled vehemently, "What are you doing here, where's Potter?"
"H-he's back in London, he's sorting out the last of the supporter names, he's still recovering; I left after you…after you found…" she sharply changed the subject, "Someone had to work on this mission."
"And why was it you…on your own?" he asked, feigning a calm he didn't feel.
Instead of answering him, she threw a question at him: "How do you explain your actions?"
"Ah, Granger, I knew I could count on you- a question for a question, how…. Quaint." he crossed his arms over his chest and smiled smarmily at her in the shadows, his voice a smooth chill, "Seeing as you won't be satisfied until you have an answer…you're here, on your own." his eyes flashed dangerously, "That's my reason."
He sighed, rubbing the back of his head and ruffling his hair- "Forget anything I said, all right? Just forget it."
"But-" Hermoine's protest was cut off by Draco's lips as his mouth came crashing brutally down upon hers in a torrent of hungry desire.
He was going to show her that if he was anything, he was not just her savior, he was by far better than Potter- that should have been obvious in every account.
A/N- I've already started on next chapter: You Hate Me. It will be longer, much longer, I have a cruise to work on it, and I hope it will be better- this was inevitably a fix, enjoy and please review! (I might finish faster if you do)