A/N: Hello world! I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack! I've been having a bit of writer's block here, so it took me a long time to finish this part. Anyway, enjoy this chapter!

Draco's thoughts=Italic writing, Ice's thoughts=Bold writing

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Draco woke up the second time today surrounded by people. He could make out a blurry shape of a man snarling at someone next to him. 'This is a disgrace!' he snapped, 'I will not allow this kind of scandal to be printed in the newspapers!' 'Lucius,' a woman chided, 'Shouldn't you be more worried about Draco than newspaper articles?' 'Cissy, the Malfoy name can not be dishonoured!' the man replied, exasperated. Draco resisted the urge to roll his eyes. As if the Malfoy name hasn't already been dishonoured.

Draco's vision focused. He could see his father standing beside his bed, scowling heavily. His mother stood next to him in her usual black velvet cloak and crepe pink dress, looking stressed. His 'friends' were whispering with one another, occasionally sneaking glances at him. He caught a few phrases like 'going mad' and 'send to St. Mungos'.

Draco collapsed onto the bed. Now, the whole fucking Hogwarts will know him as a raving lunatic.

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The whole fucking Hogwarts knew him as a raving lunatic.

People were pointing at him and whispering to one another, snickering sometimes but shut up immediately when seeing him glare at them. Even worse, his 'friends' acted like some bodyguards, following him twenty-four seven.

Fucking hell.

It frustrated him to no end that he had powers, powers beyond his 'friends', but they cannot be used.

So, like the fucking coward he was, he slipped into the library and searched for books about the Elementals.

When he reached column E, he skimmed his hand over the books. 'Easy Cooking For Total Idiots, ...' Draco's voice trailed off before grabbing a thick book that drew his attention.

He ran his hand over the dust-covered book. The cover was made of Hungarian Horntail skin, with dark golden words Elementals: A History. Carefully flipping to the index, he raked his eyes over the chapters before stopping at chapter 66.

'An Elemental should be born with his or her powers at birth, and can only use them at the age of 15. The user has to evoke the powers with a strong emotion, and this has to be done before his or her seventeenth birthday, or else the Elemental powers will leave him or her to find another more suitable master or mistress. What the fuck?' Draco exclaimed. He was way past eighteen, but Ice was still in his body. He flipped to the next page.

Chapter 67: Elementals In the Past

Draco had to restrain himself from throwing the book across the room. The fucking book wasn't helping anything! That's normal, a snide voice rang in his head, You're my first decadent. There were no past cases. Draco sighed. He knew that he couldn't get rid of Ice unless he Avada Kedavraed himself. He might have as well as ask him for help.

So, what the fuck am I supposed to do? Calm down little one, as the book says, evoke a strong emotion. Ice... Fine. Let me be frank with you, I haven't done this before. Are you kidding me? If I knew how to, I would've told you already. Trust me, you humans' bodies are too fragile for my liking. You aren't helping much. Maybe ask your friends? Do you think they would answer? Well, may-

'Malfoy! What in the name of Godric Gryffindor are you doing?' a shrill voice asked. Without turning around, Draco replied, 'Please, Granger, just say "fuck" instead of your weird swear words.' Granger bristled disapprovingly, 'That's crude! Mind your language, Malfoy!' 'But I didn't recall you complaining when Theo was pounding you from the behind,' Draco smirked as he turned around, 'I remember your exact words were, "Fuck! Theo! Please fuck me harder!"'

Granger didn't disappoint him: she turned into a lovely shade of Gryffindork red. She's so cute... Wait, what the fuck? Draco shook his head hard. Where did that come from? 'Malfoy? Why are you shaking your head and muttering under your breath?' Granger's voice snapped him out of his reverie. 'What are you so interested? Fucking leave!' Draco snapped. What the fuck is wrong with you? Granger? Cute? Well, that's the truth! I wish I was the one who bedded her. Firstly, no one says 'bed' anymore. We say 'fuck'. Secondly, GRANGER. IS. NOT. CUTE! 'Look! You're doing it again! Maybe you need to go to the Hospital Wing?' Granger asked worriedly.

'Granger, shut the fuck up!' Draco groaned. His head hurts so fucking much! He reached blindly for a chair, only to grab something small and soft. 'Malfoy! Godric, your hand is so cold!' He heard Granger shriek. Oh, fuck. Maybe he suffered from hypothermia because of staying in the cold water. Maybe he suffered from a heart attack because he nearly jumped off the Astronomy Tower.

Whatever the case, Draco fainted in Hermione's arms.

Draco woke up again in a familiar room and he groaned. Seriously, he had been fainting all around Hogwarts at random moments with random people saving him. He felt like one of those princesses in the Muggle fairytales who swooned and fell in their knights in shining armours' arms.

Speaking of the knight in shining armour... Draco scowled inwardly. He couldn't believe that he fucking fainting in Granger's arms. The gossipers in Hogwarts were going to have a field day! He could hear their voices now, 'Can you believe that Draco Malfoy fainted in Hermione Granger's arms? That's so romantic! I've heard that she cheated on Nott a few weeks after dating! No! Malfoy and Hermione had been secretly dating since she slapped him in Third Year!' Perhaps it'd be best to continue lying on the bed like a corpse, and ask Madam Pomfrey to announce to the world that he would be in a coma for the next 16 years.

Before he could make up his mind, he heard Theodore mutter, 'Don't you dare fucking die, Malfoy. I'd like to save the trouble of buying you a coffin.' Draco's eyes snapped open, and he was about to tell Theodore that he'd rather kiss the Giant Squid than touch anything bought by the Notts when Granger screamed, 'He's alive!' Next thing he knew, he was being suffocated by a gigantic mass of bushy hair, and a soft and warm body was pressing into him. Fuck! When did Granger develop curves? Her breasts feel nice. I wonder how her arse feels. His hands sneaked downwards and squeezed her cheeks lightly. All the blood in his head had gone southwards at the contact.

See, told you she's cute. Ice's voice rang smugly in his head. This is NOT cute. This is called curvy! Make you wanna bed her, hm? Can you be more helpful, other than complimenting the bodies of different girls in my school? I believe that it was you who jumped into the lake like a lunatic and caused us to catch a cold! Do you think jumping into lakes is my hobby? I wouldn't have done that if you are helpful! How the fuck am I supposed to know how to activate my powers? Oh, now you swear. I am seriously doubting your abilities. Why?! I'm not going to trust a dude who was probably older than Merlin! Now listen here, young man, do not take my inhabitation for granted. I will leave if you keep being disrespectful. The fuck I care!

'...Malfoy! Did you hear me?' Draco snapped out of his heated argument with Ice and focused on the brunette who was very pissed off. 'Just because you have mental issues doesn't mean that you can be rude!' She snapped, crossing her arms. Mental issues...? 'Yeah, mate! If you weren't a patient, I would've beat you up for messing with my girlfriend,' Theo added, glaring.

Draco was about to reply when he hear a gasp. 'Thank Merin!' Madam Pomfrey rushed towards his bed, 'Mr Malfoy, your body was so cold that I thought you were dead!' He raised an eyebrow. Other than a very annoying voice rambling about the beauty of Granger, he felt perfectly fine.

Yes! Ice, I swear to Salazar that I will silence you if you keep screaming like a little girl! Insolent boy! Don't you know that your body turning cold is a sign of my Elemental powers? I thought you knew nothing! Weeeeell, I kind of lied. Go fuck yourself. Aw, don't be so grumpy! You've got your powers and a pretty girl at your beck- Ice, I give you five fucking seconds to leave before I fucking decapitate you. You can't kill me- 5, 4, 3, 2... Fine! Fine!

And Ice finally shut up. Draco let out a relieved sigh. He looked out of the window next to his bed, and his thoughts drowned out the nagging voice of Madam Pomfrey. Maybe, just maybe, he can finally be in charge of his life for once.