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The Brooding Bad Boy

"What is it?" Mr. Weasley asked Draco once they reached the kitchen, handing Draco a cup of coffee as well. Draco took it gratefully and took a sip, the hot liquid warming him up a bit.

"Well, Hermione and I have been having some issues," he said vaguely, taking another swig of coffee. Mr. Weasley furrowed his brow and turned around to face Draco.

"It seems like everything is going alright between you two," he replied dryly and took a sip of his dark coffee.

"Relationship wise it is. I mean she's a handful, but she's definitely not the problem. It's actually my father. He's threatening me basically. I went to see him a few days ago, for a meeting at the Manor. My house, that is," he explained. Arthur Weasley nodded his eyes and seemed to be racking his brain for something.

"What do you mean by threatening?" he asked finally.

"Hurting Hermione basically. He doesn't want me dating her, but he also now knows that I have no wish to be a death eater. I need help protecting her. I hate to ask people for favors, but this is almost out of my control. There's nothing stopping him from killing her," he said and looked away. He truly hated asking people to help him, it was against his upbringing. But desperate times called for desperate measures.

"Lucius Malfoy's own son wants him dead. Now that's something I never thought I would see," came a voice from behind him. Draco whirled around to come face to face with his old Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Mad-Eye Moody.

"Mad-Eye! How nice of you to stop in," Arthur said, standing up to shake hands with him. Mad-Eye was quite frightening when you first saw him, though Draco was used to this by now. It had been three years since he had seen him.

"I didn't know you were harboring fugitives' sons," he said and laughed a harsh laugh. Mr. Weasley chuckled a bit and offered him a seat.

"Actually, Mad-Eye, I'm pretty sure you could help us with this conversation. Draco here is dating my son Ronald's friend Hermione Granger. His father is stirring up some trouble and Draco was just asking for some help. Ministry protection perhaps?" Arthur suggested and Draco let the men discuss methods of protecting him.

"So, let's get the facts straight. He wants you to be a death eater but you don't want to be a death eater? Wow…Lucius Malfoy's own son not being a death eater. I can see why he is angry," Mad-Eye pointed out. Draco nodded and drank the remaining coffee out of his cup.

"Yeah, so what do we do about it?" he said hurriedly. He wanted to get to Hermione and the Christmas celebration.

"We'll figure it out. Why don't you go and be with Hermione, you deserve that. Go on," he said, shooing Draco out the room. Draco went immediately back, but when he got there he just wanted to be alone. He instead left the Christmas happiness and went up to the room Hermione and he shared.

He lay down on his bed and thought about how messed up his life was right now. If he ever lost Hermione because of his father, he didn't know what he would do. All he knew was that he wanted his own father dead and he wouldn't stop until he got his way.

"Are you trying to be the brooding bad boy?" Hermione asked him, snapping him out of the trance he was in.

"What? Oh no…I was just thinking about something, that's all," he assured her, and laughed at her comment. Brooding bad boy? Was he really?

"Why did you leave the celebration? They don't care that you are there, they enjoy the company," she insisted and Draco leaned back against the headboard. Hermione came and cuddled up next to him.

"Hermione, can you do something for me?" Draco asked her. He wanted her to always be safe, and the only way for that was for her to be with him at all times. He didn't want her to ever be hurt.

"Depends on what it is," she said suspiciously. Draco laughed and ran his hands through her hair gently. She closed her eyes and Draco felt her relax.

"At night, can we sleep together? I mean like, in the same bed, that is," he asked her quickly. Her reaction was just as he expected; she lifted up her head angrily and gave him an odd look.

"Why?" she asked him.

"I would feel better if you did. My father really threatened me the other day. I know you can take care of yourself. And I know this seems stupid, but please, I'd feel so much better if you listened to me. For once."

"Sure, why not," she said easily and leaned back into his chest. He ran his fingers through her soft hair and laughed at how easily she had agreed. He was finally getting her alone in his room.

"I know what you're thinking. I said maybe, remember?" she asked him. Draco rolled his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Yes, I remember. Hermione, what are you waiting for?" he complained. She turned over and lay down on top of him, smiling.

"I'm just not ready," she murmured against his lips in between kisses. He rolled his eyes and flipped her over so he was on top.

"It's going to be the same, but I'm not forcing you. I understand, it's your first time, its fine," he said sympathetically and rolled off of her. She slumped into the bed and gave him a sad look.

"I'm sorry," she said. Draco gave her a kiss on the forehead.

"Don't be. I understand, but I can't wait forever Hermione," he said and got up and crossed the room to the door before she spoke.

"You won't have too," she assured him as he walked out of the room.

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"Thank you for letting us stay, Mrs. Weasley," Hermione said as they grabbed their trunks. They hugged each other and then Mrs. Weasley reached out for Draco. He reluctantly hugged her back and stepped back very quickly.

Hermione gave Mr. Weasley a hug and Draco shook his hand. When he pulled back, Mr. Weasley gave him a stern look. Harry, Ron and Ginny entered the room, and when they finished sending their goodbyes, the group crowded about.

"Have a good rest of the term! Enjoy your couple of months at Hogwarts!" the parents yelled as they apparated to Platform 9 ¾. The group walked to the train until Ginny met up with some friends and Ron and Harry went to join Seamus, Dean and Neville in another compartment.

Draco held Hermione's hand as they boarded the train, their stuff hovering in front of them lazily. Draco put their belongings in the hold above them and joined Hermione in the compartment. For the first time in two weeks they were alone, together.

"Exactly 4 months ago we were alone in this compartment," Draco said, reminiscing.

"Yeah, and we hated each other. I called you a ferret and you were trying to be polite to me. Then you called me a…a…a mudblood," she muttered to him. Draco looked at her and held her hand.

"I'm sorry. About everything. All the times I called you a mudblood and hurt you and your friends. I really am, I don't know how you can forgive me when I can barely forgive myself," he pleaded for her. Her lips met Draco's in a sizzling kiss as he relaxed his mind.

He grabbed her and put his arm around her waist, laying her gently down on the bench, his lips still in contact with hers. He lipped her bottom lips and she opened it happily. As they made out, Draco moved his hands up her shirt and back down to hers waist.

He tugged on her jeans, giving her a swift look in her eyes, which were now opened wide. She shut them again and grabbed Draco's hands, flipping onto the top of him and pinning them above him. She kissed him hungrily and Draco slipped out of her reach and put his hands back at her pants line. He began to undo the button.

She moaned and grabbed his hands again, slapping them away like she was scolding him. "Not now Draco, later," she hissed at him and rolled off him, realizing what she had said. Draco looked elated.

"No, that's not what I meant," she complained as he sat up and tried to fix his hair.

"Uh huh, whatever," he said easily. He seemed so happy about something and Hermione didn't know why. He lifted off his shirt and grabbed another one out of his trunk, changing into that and new robes. Hermione watched and noticed a small mark on his upper back on his left shoulder. It looked a lot like…; it was. It was Voldemort's mark on his back.

"Draco, you didn't," she sobbed as she touched the mark gently. Draco moved her hand away and held it in his hand.

"No, I didn't. My dad gave that to me when I was younger. It's a tattoo," he explained. "I've been trying to find a way to get rid of it for awhile, but I can't seem to find a spell to get rid of it," he said to her and she laughed nervously.

"I knew you would never, I just jumped to conclusions," she said and let out a shaky laugh.

"Ok, its ok, Hermione," he comforted her as they sat back down, falling asleep to the gentle rocking of the train moving beneath them.

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A/n- I know it took a long time, I know it's short. I'm sorry, please don't send hate mail. I started school and I was pretty busy. But I did get great feedback so I'll try to update quickly if you guys review again.

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