A/n- Welcome back to Enemies clash, great feedback guys, thanks! Told you this was getting faster…
Some crude, sexual humor at the end of the chapter, but I need the comic relief.
Disclaimer- If it hasn't sunk in by now, I don't know what we shall do with you.
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Shadowed Feelings
"Who's the letter from?" Hermione asked as she sat down at the Gryffindor table, which Draco was already sitting at. He didn't usually bother sitting at the Slytherin table anymore, nobody talked, ever.
"My mother, and this one," he said, waving the second letter in the air, "is from my father."
"Oh," she said and began eating quietly. Draco eyed her wearily and read his mother's note a second time, which made him happy.
Draco-
Your father finally told me about your new girlfriend, she sounds sweet! A muggleborn, nonetheless, but if you like this girl I have no problem with it. Now, your father is very angry Draco, and although I am not, we still should remember the spot he's in right now. Although I love your father very much, I support your decision not to join the death eaters, but there is nothing I can do to protect you. He is also very angry with me. Good luck son, I hope you will be alright.
Love,
Your mother
"That's sweet of her," Hermione commented from over his shoulder.
"Yeah, bundle of joy she is. Nothing she can do, great."
"Read his letter," she urged and Draco gave her a disgusted look.
"I was going to burn it, but oh well. Alright, I'll read it," he said exasperated.
Draco-
The Dark Lord is impatient. We are meeting with him on April 1, at the Manor, be there or die. It is out of my hands now son. Make sure you are there, and bring the mudblood. If you don't, we'll bring her for you.
LM
"Great. A month. That's all I have."
"All we have," Hermione corrected as she picked at her fruit.
"You are not going with me, are you crazy?" he exclaimed, setting the letter on fire with his wand, causing the first years to clap with admiration. Most of them seemed to like Draco, because he showed off all the time.
"Draco, we aren't fighting here," she said, eyeing Harry and Ron, who were watching and listening, "we'll talk about this later." Draco rolled his eyes, not wanting to talk about this, but got up nevertheless.
"I'll see you tonight," he said and winked and she smiled back at him in response. He walked through the Great Hall doors, up the stairs, and through the hallways to Dumbledore's Office. He said the password, climbed the stairs, and knocked on the door.
"Come in," came a voice. Draco entered through the door and sat down on the chair, not even looking at Dumbledore.
"It's happened?" Dumbledore asked, although it didn't sound much like a question to Draco.
"Yes. April 1st."
"Very well. We will be ready by then. The final showdown. Where are you meeting him?" Dumbledore said, and began writing down the details.
"My house. And I was told to bring Hermione, although I'm sure she wants to be right by Harry when he fights Voldemort," he said, knowing Hermione way too well.
"Well Harry must defeat him, but by all means she will need to be there to help. And I suppose, all jokes put aside, you want to defeat your father."
"I have a score to settle. This is it Dumbledore. I'm ready, you're ready, Harry's ready, and the Order is ready. Let's do this."
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"Draco, it's so soon! What if we don't all make it?" Hermione whimpered. She was scared out of her mind, but so was Draco.
"Hermione, nobody is going to hurt you, I would never let them. Ron and Harry will protect you while I battle with my father, and then I'll come and help out you guys, alright?" he suggested, although he was indeed nervous about his battle with his father.
"Draco, I can't believe you're going to kill your own father," she said as she cuddled close to him, her breath falling in tune with his.
"I have to do this Hermione. Or would you rather me become a death eater? Because we could do that too, if you wish," he said smartly and she gave him a look.
"You're risking your life battling him Draco. I don't want you to be a death eater but if it means you stay alive then maybe it's a better choice."
"I wouldn't be able to see you. They'd probably pull me out of school. And besides, I'd still have to go to this meeting and you'd still have to go with me, and they'd probably kill you," he explained and she sighed, running her hand through her hair again.
"You promise you'll win?" she said slyly and he kissed her forehead.
"I can't make promises to you, but I certainly hope I win."
"I love you," she said softly, cuddling closer to him.
"I love you too."
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"A month is all we have guys," Harry said, pacing the Heads' common room. He was standing in front of a large group of people, mainly 6th and 7th years, preparing to prepare them for the final battle. There were select students from each house there, even some Slytherins.
"God, I don't want to be here," some kid said, staring at the couch as if it were made of lava, "those two," he said, pointing to Hermione Draco, " have probably like, done it, in here," he said and shuddered. The entire group laughed. Draco looked grumpy.
"Yet, I hate to remind you, somebody has probably done it in your bed!" he said, and the boy gulped. "Exactly."
"Back to the point!" Harry thundered, and everyone immediately settled down. "We need to concentrate. Now, we will have meetings every night, if you can't come then you'll have to catch up the next day. We have very little time. We will be learning hexes, defensive moves, curses, and spells, everything you need! So get ready you guys!" he exclaimed, and they all cheered.
"We need to stick together. The four houses and everything! I expect all of you here to try and help during the battle. Dumbledore already said that if your parents give you the OK, then 6th years and up can come with us," Draco said, as he was helping to co-lead the operation.
"First, we'll introduce ourselves and then we will get started. I'm Harry Potter, I think we all know that."
"Draco Malfoy," Draco said and waved.
"Hermione Granger."
"And I'm Ron Weasley."
"Ok, so divide into pairs, and we'll give you a short demonstration of what we'll be doing today." All of the kids scrambled around, finding partners, and since Draco didn't want to duel with Hermione, he chose Harry. Ron and Hermione were partnered together.
"Alright, Draco and I will demonstrate today's activity. We will be practicing using 'expelliarmus' and 'protego'. Now, expelliarmus is the disarming spell, we all know that, and protego is the block spell, so to speak. We'll start by using it out loud, but eventually we'll use non verbal spells."
Draco took his position at the end of the stage, this whole thing reminding him of second year. He bowed to Harry and got ready. "On three. One, two, three!" Ron called and the duel started.
"Expelliarmus!" Harry called and Draco moved off to the side, dodging it instead of deflecting it and sending another disarming charm at Harry, who used protego, which Draco deflected back with his own block spell. It hit Harry right in the chest, because he hadn't been expecting it, and he flew backwards, his wand flying out his hand. The kids clapped.
"Bloody hell, nice one Draco. Alright, so there you have it, this is what we want you to try and do. Work on that for a little while and then we'll switch to non verbal disarming and protecting," he said and the kids chattered while they assumed positions.
Draco and Hermione held hands as they walked around, helping out the kids with bits of advice or simply watching their progress. After everyone had practiced enough, Ron and Hermione gave a nonverbal duel, and then they broke up again.
"You ok?" Draco asked after Hermione came off the stage. Ron had got her good with an expelliarmus, which he was very happy about.
"I'm fine Draco, I'm not a baby," she said and he backed off. They walked around separately this time, Draco dragging his feet along, barely glancing at the duels in progress. He didn't care about the little kids, even though they would be helping, he needed some serious stress relief right now. His fight with his father seemed a lot closer now that they were preparing, and it seemed stupid to even prepare. How much better could they get?
A whistle from Harry's mouth sounded, and everyone stopped immediately, smiling at their progress. Harry concluded the meeting with a quick speech, telling them they would get better and to get lots of sleep, and to try not to be too nervous. He dismissed them, finally collapsing onto the couch.
"Harry, man, you're shaking," Ron commented as he sat down next Draco in Hermione's armchair right as Hermione was about to sit there. She scowled at Ron and sat on Draco instead. He smiled, brushing the hair away from her face.
"Yeah, I'm a little nervous, have you noticed?" he snapped, leaning back and relaxing. His hands twitched as he struggled to keep himself under control.
"Harry, cool it man, you don't have to kill your own father," Draco said, trying to make him feel better. It did the exact opposite though, as Harry huddled together, grabbing his knees and rocking back and forth.
"I have to fight the bloody Dark Lord and you and you think your father is bad? Come off it, I have to defeat the most evil wizard in centuries and I'm 17 years old," he said tiredly, and leaned back against the arm rest, although he seemed a little more calm.
"Ok, so you have a point. Listen man, it looks like you need some of Madam Pomfrey's anxiety potions and a lot of sleep. We'll always be here for you," Draco said sincerely and Hermione smiled at him.
"Ok…" Harry said, and he got up, Ron following him, crossing the room, muttering goodbyes and then leaving. Hermione smiled at Draco before getting up and crossing the room.
"Are you coming?" Hermione asked, snapping Draco out of the trance he was in, and he followed her upstairs. She lay down on Draco's bed, and he lay down next to her. She pushed him backward, landing on top of him, laughing and pressing her lips lightly against his.
She raised her eyebrows at him, and made to unbutton the buttons on his shirt. His hands stopped hers, but only briefly. She resumed the progress, Draco making it quite difficult for her. He was trying to get his point across.
"Are we having sex or not?" she asked, angry at her little progress on getting his shirt off. He laughed, sliding out from underneath her, and lay down next to her instead.
"We don't have too," he said simply and she cocked her head to the side.
"Sick of me already?" she said grumpily, but he put his arm around her shoulders, snorting at her comment.
"Oh no, definitely not. I enjoy you very much."
"Good. So what's wrong with you then?" she asked, kissing him on lips desperately.
"Nothing. I'm just not in the mood."
"Oh," she said, the sound of disappoint in her voice quite clear.
"Is this going to become a nightly thing? Because that sounds fun…" Draco said, thoughts about Hermione already entering his mind.
"Perhaps, if you're a good boy," she said and tousled his hair. He smirked at her.
"I prefer being the bad boy, sorry to disappoint you."
"Why? I like you better when your nice to people. What you said to Harry, and how you hang out with them, that makes me so happy Draco," she said, kissing him on the mouth lightly.
"I like being nice to them too," he said softly, so she could barely hear him. "I like having real friends, who care about you, you know?"
"More than having sex?" she asked, and Draco laughed.
"You're pushing it Hermione."
"Pushing it is your job, Draco," she said cleverly and Draco smacked her gently.
"Oh, trying to get technical on me are you Ms. Smarty-pants? Well I feel that I have to punish you now." He said jokingly. Hermione feigned mock horror. But her face turned serious, but Draco could see the smirk growing on her face.
"Believe me, whatever you do to me, is the exact opposite of punishment Draco."
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A/n- And so the end of chapter 20. Wow, twenty chapters, quite a long time. Hate to see this fic go, but that unhappy time will be quite soon. I can see the end in a month or so. Read and review please!
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