Draco and Hermione: Lust or love?

..I don't Want you to Die..

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Hermione flipped the page. Then the next and the next. She was looking at them in amazement, her eyes wide in horror.

"Oh, god!" she gasped. Hermione threw down the book on the table and ran up the stairs to Draco's room. She knocked on the door but he didn't answer. So she opened the door and looked around. He wasn't there but steam was coming from the bathroom. Signing, she left the room and went to her own.

'How in hell could he know that stuff? How could he even know things like that about him?' Hermione flopped down on the bed thinking.

After a while she slowly fell asleep.

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"Draco," Lucius yelled at him. "Come on, boy. Hurry up."

Draco nodded and followed his father out of the great doors and into the nice spring grass.

"When the Dark Lord asks you to become one of his sons, you will say, 'yes, Master.' He will give you a task and you will fulfill it. You got that, Draco?"

"No."

Lucius stopped and slowly turned around. "What did you say?"

"I said no." Draco repeated, his gaze meeting his father evenly.

Lucius took out his wand and put it to Draco's chest. "Say that once more."

"I am not going to join him. You threw your life away and I'm not going to. Not without a fight."

"You will do as you are told." Draco smiled and shook his head.

"I'm not a kid anymore more. I'm eighteen and I will do as I please." Draco told Lucius. Draco reached behind him and grabbed a little brown ball from his pocket. Lucius' eye's widened.

"Where did you get that?" he asked.

"I told you, Father. I am no boy, anymore." Draco held the little brown ball out to his father. Lucius shook his head. "I know how to make potions that can kill you without you even knowing you're dead. That's what you get for teaching me dark magic."

"Drop that, boy." Lucius commanded.

Draco looked to the tiny ball in his large hand. He looked back to his father. "Nah. I'm fine just holding it."

Lucius snarled at his son and pointed his wand back at Draco. Before Draco could do anything, Lucius shouted, "Crucio."

Draco dropped to the ground withering. He groaned in pain but didn't cry out. His father whispered another spell that got them to the Dark Lords castle.

They landed on solid ground. Lucius took the spell off of Draco and he lay there, breathing hard, sweat dripping down his face. Lucius grabbed him by the arm and dragged him to the wall.

Lucius left the room and Draco looked around. He was in a dungeon. The walls were drippy and cracked. He heard a whimper and looked to his left. His mom was lying on the ground, beaten. She was breathing hard, more like gasping for air.

"Mum?" Draco whispered. Her head turned to look at him. She smiled slightly, not able to hold it.

"Draco," she whispered, hoarsely. Her face was ashen, her body cold from only wearing a light nightgown.

"Oh, god. What did he do?" Draco whispered to himself.

"You have… to go." she managed to get out. "He'll come… back for… you. Draco, promise… me-"

"Promise you what, Mother?"

"Wont… join… Vold…emort-" then she stopped, her head rolled over and hit Draco's leg.

"Mother? Mum?" he touched her hand. It was ice cold to the touch. He felt her wrist for a pulse but found nothing. "That bastard gonna pay." Draco promised himself. He took his mom's head in his hands and lightly stroked her face. "I loved you, Mother. Remember that."

Then the doors of the dungeon opened. One of the death eaters came in and looked down at them. "Draco, come with me."

"No. What he hell did you do to her?"

"I did nothing. It was Lucius." the man told Draco. He was big with muscles but didn't have an ounce of fat on him. "Now come."

"No."

"Draco, do as the man says," Lucius said from the doorway.

"I said no! How could you do that to her?" Draco asked through clenched teeth.

"She deserved it. She wouldn't obey me so I punished her. That is how this world is, Draco. We take control." He was now a few meters away.

"That's how you take control? By killing everyone who tells you no? Well then kill me, too, 'cause I'm not joining him."

"You will do as I say!" Lucius yelled.

Lucius watched Draco kiss his wife's forehead and whispered, "I promise." Then Draco laid her head on the ground and stood up. Draco and Lucius were about the same size. But Lucius knew more and could win no matter what Draco could do by a spell.

"Come on, Boy."

"Did you not here me? I said no."

Lucius slapped Draco hard across the face. Draco's head snapped back and then slowly back to glare at his father. "I told you-"

"And I said no!"

Lucius took out his wand and said, "Imperio." 'Walk to the door' Lucius voice said in his head. Draco could feel his knees buckle but he didn't move over to the door. 'Walk to the door.' 'No!' 'To the door, Draco.' 'I said no! I'm not going to the door!' he yelled at Lucius in his head.

The pain in his knees was almost unbearable. His knees were so sore and stiff but he wasn't going to walk over to the door.

"Leave the boy alone," came a hissing voice. The pain in his knees went away and Voldemort walked into the room.

"Draco, what a pleasure it is to meet you." His ugly face twisted into a sort of smile.

Draco didn't say anything.

"So I heard you're going to join me."

"I'm not! I will have nothing to do with you," Draco spat at him.

"Is that so?" Voldemort hissed back.

"Yeah, it is. And what are you by the way? A snake?" Draco shrugged. "I would like nothing more then to kill you right here."

Voldemort took out his wand and put it to Draco's chest. "Does this scare you boy?"

"No. I'd rather die a thousand times than join your little girl club."

"Very well, Avada Kedavra. " And then he fell. He fell to the ground keeping his promise that never could be broken.

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"Hermione!" Draco shook her shoulders. She had been yelling in her sleep. She woke with a jolt. She was breathing hard, her heart racing.

"You okay?" Draco asked.

"Oh, god, Draco. He killed you."

Draco frowned. "Who killed me?" She didn't answer. She just broke down and started to sob. Draco wrapped his arms around her. "It's alright, now," he rubbed her back and stroked her hair. When she had settled down Draco asked if she was okay.

"Yeah. Sorry, I just-"

"It's alright. What happened?"

"You went with your father." Hermione told Draco. "You took out a little brown ball that was powerful enough to make him back away from you. Then he put the Crucio curse on you. He took you to a place that had a dungeon. He took you by a portkey. You're mom was in the room." Hermione looked down. "She was bruised and cold. She asked you to promise her that you wont join him. Then she was… gone." Hermione wiped her cheek. "Lucius put the imperio spell on you. But it didn't work. Voldemort came in and told you to join him."

"What did I say?"

"No. You said no. But then he told you that you were going to join him and you told him again that you'd never join him. He then killed you." Hermione started to cry again.

"Hermione, please don't cry. I'm not gonna die."

Hermione shook her head. "Yes you are. I'm a seer, Draco. I can see things."

"Then believe I can, too. Hermione I'm sent things that I don't want to see, that nobody wants to see."

"So he sent you those pictures? The ones with the graveyard, the meeting place of Voldemort, and Harry's old bedroom? His mom and Dad?"

"Yes. Hermione, there's no way that I could no what Potter's parent look like. But I knew from him." Hermione thought of the picture he had drawn of Harry when he was a baby. It was raining out the window, and there were no lights in the picture, only a tiny lamp.

"Why does he show you this stuff?" Hermione asked.

"I don't know. But he does it for a reason. He shows me how others died from the magic of his wand."

It was quiet until Hermione whispered, "I don't want you to die." Then she started to cry again.

"Hermione, I'm not."

"You can't live without other people's help."

"I have help. I asked Dumbledore if he could help me. He will. Now every time I get a letter from my father, I take it to him. We have a plan, Hermione. And I don't die in that plan."

"Good."

Draco kissed the top of her head. Smoothing her silk like hair down, he told her she should get some sleep.

"Will you lay with me?" she moved over in the big bed pulled the covers off. He took off his sweater and t-shirt before crawling in beside her.

"Draco?" Hermione whispered.

"Yeah?"

"Are you to be betrothed to someone?"

Draco frowned. "No. Why?"

"Wondering." Hermione told him before she snuggled in closer to him. Draco still frowning at that, closed his eyes and tried to get to sleep.

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Hey! Thank you to all those nice people who reviewed on the last chapter. I hope you liked this one. Sorry if I'm taking to long but I have so much homework and I cant find the time to do this. I'll put the next one up as soon as I can.

Chebetta.