Chapter 5: Beds are Burning

A/N: Yay, sixth chapter... finally. Took me awhile to complete (sorryabout that) But all is well... I think. Let me know what you think about this chapter... it is somewhat eventful. Beware. This story is rated R for a reason. Anyways, REVIEW people.Thanks for the greatreviews so far though.Laterdaysss!


It was almost Christmas, the grounds were covered with snow and out in the forbidden forest laid someone no one knew about. Who everyone thought was dead. No, it is not Voldemort. It was a Saturday, so all the kids were outside… building snowmen, having snowballs fights and all that jazz. It looked like fun. Two people who would not take part in fun at the moment were Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger; who were swept up in their Head duties and Head projects.

Hermione was in her room, trying to stay far away from Draco as possible. Nothing had happened between since the beginning of school. They acted as friends, though, truly, they weren't even close. They were pretend, all of it, with their fake "Hello's" and "Goodbye's" or "Goodnights." Even if they were pretending all of that, their feelings for one another had not changed one bit. Hermione had found this odd. Seeing as before, if she ever had a crush, her feelings would eventually fade after, say, four months. But Hermione's feelings were, dare she say, growing? The more she couldn't have that devilish, divine man, they more she wanted him. Though she was working on one of her Head projects all she could think about was the way he touched her, they way he had tasted and felt. She was being driven mad by the sheer thought of him.

Draco Malfoy couldn't possibly do homework, with his mind running a mile a minute. He didn't understand what happened after the "bathroom incident." They just stopped talking…well, really talking…now it was just casual. He cast a spell… music started to play… Ah… much better. Draco thought. He listened to the lyrics intently, thinking about Hermione and the way she looked at him, looking away

And I can't feel the way that I used to feel
And I can't say the words that you're used to hear.

Draco was thinking about before he had these feelings for Hermione as the lyrics played. How he had been so cruel and mean to her, because she wasn't what her father expected.

And you can't understand
And I can't quite explain
Why you won't turn away
And I won't turn around
'Cause I want what you want
But I can't seem to remember how.

He wanted her; he couldn't stop thinking about her. Her luscious skin, her soft touch… she was getting to him. He shivered and could feel himself getting hard. It was unusual that just thinking about a girl would make him horny. God, I have to see her. He got up and started to walk into the common room, she wasn't there. In her room probably, he thought. He knocked onto her door, no answer. Strange. I didn't hear her go out. He opened the door, and was taken aback. Standing there was none other than Lucius Malfoy, far from dead, yet looking the part. He was as pale as a ghost and thin, very thin. His usual light hair had, mostly, fallen out, he wouldn't be familiar to anyone but his son.

Draco yelped, a lame sort of sound. He thought his father was dead, so did everyone else. After he noticed his father he also noticed Hermione, who was levitating in the air, bounded by ropes wrapped around her whole body.

Draco was enraged, "HOW DARE YOU TOUCH HER!" He whipped out his wand, preparing to fight.

Lucius smiled, "So I don't even get a hug, not even a hello? I can now see that your mother did a horrible job of raising you." He spat.

"Shut up father, now, before I kill you." Lucius starred at his son and laughed.

"You do not have it in you to kill Draco. If you did you would have received the dark mark, you would have become one of us. But no, you let down everyone, and got me into trouble with the Dark Lord. I have not forgiven you for that Draco."

"I will never be like you, Lucius. I am ashamed to have ever called you my father." Draco's rage was building, "What the fuck happened to you? You are supposed to be dead!" And then a question nagged at him, "And how the fuck did you get in here?"

"Ah, I was waiting for those questions and am quite proud to answer them. I am an unregistered Animagus. I canturn into a hawk when needed. So, when the war was occurring I changed immediately into a hawk and was gone as quick as I could get out of there. Yes, I know you thought you saw me die… now that I can thank to the Dark Lord. He created a spell that would, yes, clone his most important followers. I usedit quickly before I turned into a hawk and left the battlefield, leaving a look-alike, act-alike me… who wasn't real. Who would look like they died or were dying but eventually would evaporate. Simple."

"Simple? Notvery,so what haveyoubeen doing now that the Dark Lord is dead, you are nothing without him right father? And I supose you got into Hermione's window as a hawk." Draco took note that Lucius did not have his wand. "What did you ever do to deserve this?" He said as he mention her being tied up and levitating

"She killed many of the Dark Lord's followers, important ones too. No one gets away with that! That is why she must die!I also heard thatyou and her wereinvolved. You are a very disappointing son, you know that Draco? I believe I must have to, as sad as it is, kill you also.."

"Fuck you father. Hermione and I are not involved, simply friends. You will not do such a thing as kill anyone tonight." Draco noticed the panicked look on her face and how she was losing colour. Gotta do something. Draco flicked his wand, quickly making Lucius fall back, disoriented. With that done, Hermione began to fall, and fast. Draco ran over and caught her. She tried to stand but fell over, weak at the knees with nervousness. She finally got up, stably and stood behind Draco, who was still prepared to fight.

"He's got my wand... behind his back." Hermione whispered in Draco's ear. Oh god, oh god. What do I do? Draco thought. Kill him? Life was so much easier without him, no pressures, and no worries. I have to… to ensure safety… for me and Hermione and for, well, a lot of other people. And mostly for my mother.

"You know what Lucius? This is for mother! This is for what you put her through and what you put me through!" He looked at the weak, horrid man who was still lying on the floor. He was feeble already so with one spell he was barely able to move.

"Draco!" Hermione called, "Wait! I can't let you become a killer! Take him to Dumbledore, make him go to Azkaban, do anything but kill him. I can't let you do that."

"Hermione! Do you not remember what happened last time someone tried to do that? You, Harry & Ron… along with Black, Pettigrew & Lupin. Did it work? No, it didn't. I will not let him get away. You have no clue what he has put my family through, what he has done to me, physically and emotionally. I will show him that I have it in me, to kill, and show him what it is like to die." He turned to face him.

"Do you have any final words, Lucius?"Hesaid viciously.Draco knew that Hermione was right, but he couldn't do it, there could not be a possibility that he would get away with it all, period.

"Fuck," There was a pause for him to breath, "you." He collapsed, but still had his eyes open.

Draco closed his eyes and took a big breath, held it… put his wand up and yelled, "AVADA KEVADA!" A flash of green, and BANG, Lucius Malfoy died… once again. But this time it was for real.

Hermione let out a sob. Draco wasn't sure what it was from. He came and held her, held her until she stopped and looked at him. The look in her eyes told him one thing. She's been thinking about me too. She kissed him passionately. He kissed back, he couldn't believe how much fear he had felt tonight.

What happened next happened quickly. Dumbledore came storming in and looked at Draco and Hermione to Lucius' limp body. You could see his mind at work. He levitated the body, not saying anything, pointed at Draco to follow but held out his hand when Hermione got up. Draco kissed Hermione again, he had tears flowing. Hermione watched as he walked out of the room, not knowing what to expect. She shivered and didn't want to be in that room anymore. She walked into the bathroom, took off her clothes and took a steaming hot bath.

She was in the pool-sized tube for a good hour. She was getting tired and decided to get out. Putting on her white bath-robe she walked into Draco's room instead. He hadn't come back yet, Hermione was worried. She loved the way Draco's room smelt, his scent was lingering; she smiled and felt a weird feeling in the bottom of her stomach. Love? Hermione couldn't be too sure. She got into his bed and rested her head, not wanting to go to sleep, wanting to wait until Draco got back. But she couldn't, before she knew it, she was in a deep sleep.

Draco was sitting in Dumbledore's office, waiting for him to get back. It didn't look good for him, not at all, but Dumbledore was doing his best. He understood the situation and was trying to get the Ministry off of Draco's back. Draco was facing Azkaban… he had used one of the three forbidden curses. For the first time in Draco's life, he cried. Cried like a baby. He couldn't take it all. He wanted to see Hermione, to let her know that he loved her and never wanted to let her go again. He wished he had said it earlier, before all of this. This wasn't supposed to happen. He had pictured it all as if Lucius hadn't shown up at all.

He knocked on Hermione's door and waited a few seconds before she opened the door. She smiled upon seeing him and Draco smirked at seeing her smile.

"Hey, uhh, can I come in?" He asked.

"Sure?" Hermione looked him up and down. He was wearing a green pair of silky boxers and an over-sized plain white t-shirt. Hot. Hermione thought.

"Hermione I came here because I wanted to talk to you. Needed to talk to you. I know we haven't been close since that night in the bathroom and I didn't mean to push you away. I'm sorry if what I did was too fast for you. I didn't mean to hurt you. Can we start over?" Draco looked at what she was wearing… she was in her PJ's obviously, a cute set of pink shorts and a pink tank-top. It suited her body and you could see all her prominent features.

Instead of saying anything, Hermione kissed him. She was speechless or, at least, didn't know what to say to him. They didn't stop kissing. Hermione started to pull Draco's shirt over his head and stroked his body, he trembled at her touch. He started to take off her shirt, being there was nothing underneath, Hermione shied away… but didn't stop kissing him.

He started to lay her down, him on top. She moaned a little as Draco's tongue expertly played with her tongue. He exited her mouth and worked down her body until he got to her nipples; he sucked, licked and played with them while Hermione uncontrollably moaned. She went for his boxers but instead of taking them off, stuck her hands down them and felt his massive shaft. She played with it and felt it get hard, which turned her on greatly. It got even bigger and Hermione moaned at the thought of it. She gently ripped off his boxers and turned Draco onto his back. She was still wearing her pink shorts and Draco wanted to just shred them off of her. Hermione kissed his neck, her tongue licking him sometimes, her teeth nibbling on whatever so wanted. He moaned this time, making Hermione giggle.

"Nah uh," He said and flipped her on her back. He kissed her body up and down. He ran his fingers up her thighs and checked if she was ready. She defiantly was… he looked at her eye to eye and she smiled and nodded, taking a breath. He lowered himself into her and she gasped. He noticed the look of pain written all over her face and her eyes were closed. He whispered to her, "I'm sorry. Almost over." He kissed her, hoping to distract her and out of frustration she bit his lip… it started to bleed but Draco didn't mind. He was soon pulling back out and pushing back in and this time Hermione didn't feel pain, but pleasurable jolts running through her. Draco was going insane, she felt so good on him. All of the sudden there was a knock…

"Mr. Malfoy? Mr. Malfoy! Are you with us?" Draco opened his eyes to see Dumbledore. Huh, Draco thought. What is he doing in my room? That's when he noticed that they were not in his room but in Dumbledore's office.

"Headmaster! Sorry, I was off in my own little work. A little stressed that is all." He was nervous. The headmaster had come back with, either, bad news or good news. Draco didn't know what to think. Either he would be going to Azkaban or getting expelled; as much as he hated both… he didn't have choice.

Dumbledore looked at him and sighed, "Well, I'm losing a Head boy, and a good wizard. But what has to be done has to be done. I talked it over with the Ministry members. I told them about what happened and why you had to what you did. Amazingly, they understood. All of them had met your father and were not sad to hear about his… uh hum, proper death, dare I say. I told them that you are not of age, but that clearly should not matter under the circumstances. Also, that you are not to go to Azkaban for such events. You were defending yourself." He paused. He had a look of thought on his face.

"Like I said, I am losing a Head boy… but only for two weeks. Your train will be here tomorrow morning at ten o'clock. Please be ready then." Dumbledore smiled as Draco sighed with relief. Though a moment later he furrowed his brow.

"Umm, Sir? My house is empty, I, myself, am not allowed to live in it until I am eighteen, it is in the will or whatever of my parents. I can not go there." Dumbledore seemed to have forgotten all of this.

"Oh, I see. Well then, what shall we do with you?" He thought. "Alright, I shall see to it that you must stay in your room for the two weeks, with the exception of meals. You will also have to do a project, decided upon by Professor Snape, since he's the head of your house. Sounds fair enough, eh?" Dumbledore stood up, so Draco did the same. "You may go back to your dormitory."

"Thank you Headmaster." Draco turned around and smiled to himself. He was safe.