Chapter 9- Evil plans and Christmas trees

I forgot to mention and thank that this was all made possible by my best friend Kimmy, she typed all of this for me...so THANK YOU KIMMY KAT!

Hundreds of miles away from our new couple, there is an uncharted castle. Somewhere in this mysterious castle there is a room, a room in which contains twelve men involved in the most important life or death conversation.

"Lucius, I have found it very respectful that you hole me in such high honor, but why is he there?" demanded a hooded man.

"I am gratefully sorry my lord, for I did not know my own son would fall for that intolerable worthless mudblood."

"Wait, no, no don't be sorry. I have an idea. This is good, very good" said the hooded man starting to produce a high shrill laughter.

"Good! How can this be good!" cried out one man. "You said yourself he would become the most powerful deatheater of our time. Not even you will be able to stop him."

"Don't misjudge me Rothstine" the hooded man said. Of what you could see of him eyes, he closed them. He seemed to be concentrating very hard. Just then the man who burst out in argument began to strangle himself.

He tried to pull him hands away from his throat but they would not budge. He gasped and pleaded for help, until it was too late; his hands fell from his neck and his body went limp.

"Do you see why I should not be doubted?"

"My lord, with all due respect, y-you said that she has become the chosen one for the light, I-if they combined their powers the consequences might be great" said another man.

"True, true but don't you see? She hasn't found out what she is capable of. We can use him to get her."

"My lord? How can that be?"

"The 'I' word? Did you forget the three most worse spells known to mankind? For that you must be punished." The hooded one stood, wand raised to the man and yelled

"Crucio."

Hermione and Draco took a walk to the nearest muggle tree shop. It was lightly snowing again. After a half-an-hour of passionate arguing they found the perfect tree. The tree was six and a half feet, green and "60 bucks! You got to be kidding me!" yelled Hermione.

"You said you wanted this one, right? Well I was wondering? Do you think this will help?" asked Draco shyly pulling a 100 bill out of his pocket and handing it to her.

"Awww, thank you, your so sweet" she raised up on her tipy toes to give him a kiss.

"Mmmm, cherry" he said.

"Can I have more?" he asked. "No!" giggled Hermione.

"Why" he wined.

"Cuz."

"But why?"

"I would like to keep my lip gloss on my lips! It's not for your pleasure…pig!"

"Evil" Draco scooped up some snow and threw it at Hermione. She went to tackle him and tripped and fell into his arms. "Um…m, er would you like to buy this tree or not?" a man asked.

"Yes, here" Hermione said shoving the hundred-dollar bill at the man as he walked away to get change.

"I'm sorry, you're not a pig or moron, or an asshole," she said giving him another kiss.

"I'm sorry too…too bad you aren't a slut. I would gratefully enjoy that though."

"I'll keep pig on the list."

"Here's you change. Do you want me to tie it up?" asked the man with their change. "No thanks. I only live two blocks away. We'll carry it right?" said Hermione nudging Draco in the ribs. He moaned and straightened up.

"Sure, um…yah what she said." He picked up the tree as the guy walked away. Draco whimpered.

"Oh come on…it can't be that heavy."

"Damn" Draco said weakly. Before he could say any more he instantly fell to the ground. The tree went one way and he lay opposite of it on the ground. He lay in the snow; his cheeks were bright pink from the cold, yet his face was pale.

"Oh my god! Draco!" screamed Hermione. She knelt down beside him, the snow soaking through her jeans.

"Hun, Draco please wake up" she said frantically and gently slapped his face. She was spacing out, but she started to talk to herself out loud.

"Hermione, calm down, okay. You can handle this. Lets see, muggle hospital, no. St. Mungo's, no. Okay, why don't I just take him home, but wait, how do I get the tree home? Okay. I know." She took out her wand and pointed it towards the tree.

"Porte" she had turned the tree into a portkey. She pushed Draco closer to the tree, put his hand on the trunk, and counted. "5…4…3…2…-" The myriad of trees were no longer surrounding them. They were now in Hermione's living room. Luckily the tree landed neatly on the floor next to them. She struggled to pick him up and lay him on the couch, but she succeeded.

As soon as he was safely on the couch she ran into the kitchen to make an ice bag. She ran back and put it on his forehead. "Draco, hun. Draco please wake up. Hunny wake up!" she yelled at him. She started to lightly slap his face again.

"DRACO! PULEZ WAKE UP!" she was now screaming at an unconscious body. She gave up and sat down next to him putting his limp arm around her and she rested her head on his chest.

"He's breathing; that's a good sign." She sat there for a minute and closed her eyes. She felt the arm around her get tighter. When she looked up she saw Draco's eyes ever so slightly open.

"Draco can you hear me?" He shook his head with all his might, but still he barely moved and began to whisper.

"I…just need sleep please….my…damn…side hurts" "Um…okay, you can sleep here and I'll go…I need to go do something," she said walking out of the room into her own. She went to the bookshelf and tilted he head sideways to read the tittles.

"Ah ha, here it is" She took a book that was covered in read leather and had silver letters. The cover of it read 'Mischievous Potions that cause Maladies' by Tixe Nepo. She flipped through the pages until she found a chapter labeled

'Outlawed prank potions, 602 B.C. to 1110 A.D. Hermione started to read:

One of the most brutal potions was invented in 928 B.C. by Mr. Theoden Berserker. Mr. Eomer was an archenemy of Mr. Berserker since 921 B.C.

This was a result of Mr. Eomer's serious action in killing Mr. Berserker's family. This took place during a serious war in their time, the Fozlos vs. the Teelas. This was a time in history where our world was divided into these two 'groups'. Shortly after their 68th battle, the battle of nazrat, in 927, Berserker and Eomer were one of the last few standing. Since child hood both were taught not to trust someone in the opposite 'group'.

Personally the Teelas were always known as more evil, they accepted it with pride. On that day the men stood face-to-face, killing spells were shot and no one died. The men out witted each other. They finally gave up. Being a Teela, Mr. Eomer asked for a truce, but changed his wind and stunned Mr. Berserker. Mr. Berserker was knocked unconscious by impact.

Several hours later he awoke and started home. When he reached his house to find his wife and four children dead in their beds. Eomer knew that if he couldn't kill Berserker directly he could at least kill his heart. With all the hate inside him Mr. Berserker spent several months creating a "slow-and-painful-death" potion.

One month before he used it he started to prepare the commonly known polyjuice potion. Just as he had hoped in a recent battle Mr. Eomer was 'stabbed' with a muggle sword and brought to a hospital. Berserker transformed himself into a nurse and instead of giving Eomer his prescribed potion he was given the one Berserker created.

The huge wound across his side only got worse and would bleed even worse. Berserker laughed as Eomer bleed to death. Berserker did this to every wounded man in the Teelas. A few years later Berserker was put in the mentally insane department in the new opening of St. Mungo's in 938.

Today this potion is called the 'sufferage' potion, which is most commonly used by the dark witches and wizards. They commonly use it to keep plants, gardens, and flowers dead.

Hermione finished reading and looked up. "That helps, I guess, but how do I cure him?" She flipped to the back of the book to curing mischievous potion effects. She found a way to reverse this; it was very complicated. "I have to do it backwards!" She grunted and stormed out of her room.

She checked on Draco to find him sleeping. She slowly removed his shirt, ace bandage, and patch to look at his cut. Luckily he didn't wake.

"He didn't directly drink the potion, that's why he's not dead yet."

"What…I'm not dead yet…are you…trying…to kill me?" mumbled Draco with his eyes half open.

"No, no,. You go back to sleep. I'll explain it later." Hermione went into the kitchen. She took her cauldron out from a bottom cabinet and placed it on a cauldron holder. She read from the book the ingredients she needed: wolfbain, arth, munk wood, doxy droppings, pag hats, gnol danlis, phenox feather, black rock, barley leaf, and hope sand.

Hermione began to start the potion; with a flick of her wand she started the burner. She read each of the directions carefully, step-by-step. Three hours later she had to add the last ingredient: exactly twelve grains of hope sand.

"How the hell am I supposed to do that?" Hermione growled. Slowly she took a pinch of the hope sand and put it on the page of her book. "This is hopeless." She stormed into the bathroom and took out her nail kit. She rummaged around until she found her tweezers.

"Ha!" she said with rage. She was tired and had been doing nothing, but making this potion for almost four hours. She went back into the kitchen. Carefully she put grain by grain in while waiting ten seconds between each just as the book instructed. When she put the last grain in the potion turned purple and started to spit green sparks. She was supposed to wait ten more minutes until it settled and turned into a dark blue color. As it did she was pacing uncontrollably.

Once it was done she scooped it into a bowl and grabbed a rag. She went inside to find Draco waking up. "Good your awake. Take off your shirt." she said. Draco gave her a strange look and obeyed.

"What are you doing?" he asked. Hermione sat down next to him and socked the rag. She put it on top of the large cut and let it set.

"Ouch! That's hot." He yelled.

"Can you feel anything?" asked Hermione completely ignoring him.

"Yes, hot!" The doorbell rang. With a huff Hermione got up to get it. Of course it had to be none other than Victor.

This was it; she had to break the news to him.

"Herm-own-ninny, we need to talk," he said instantly pulling her outside.

"Before you say anything, I need to tell you something…I-I don't want to get married."

She said finally. She closed her eyes and slowly prepared for any verbal abuse that might hit her.

"Are you in love with someone else?"he said slowly

"I-er-yes."

"Who?"

"Draco Malfoy."

"But you guys always fight?"

"Were-well, were sort of like fuck buddies." She smiled weakly.

"Fuck buddies?"

"Yes. I'm so sorry Victor, you're a great guy and everything its just" she stared at his confused face, eventually she reached for her 9th finger and handed him the ring.

"You know what? That's okay cuz you know, I met this really hot chick at my last game and she came over my place and , well you know the rest, besides you were such a bad kisser." Hermione attempted to try to drink the rest of this information, but before she could do that a few yards away Draco came running out from behind a tree with his half shirt half on.

With full charge he raced towards Victor and hit him square in the face knocking him to the ground. Draco couldn't keep this balance from running and fell flat of his back for the third time that day. Hermione who backed up a few feet was wide eyed and totally socked. She walked over to where Draco lay in the snow, but she tripped and fell on top of him.

Their faces came so close and obviously started to kiss ignoring the coldness surrounding them. When they stopped kissing they looked at each other and smiled. "Can you feel anything now?" asked Hermione with a grin ear to ear.

"Yes, coldness, very cold" said Draco also with a wide grin.

"Oh, sorry. Come on let's get inside."

"Good idea." Draco shoved her off of him onto the ground and stood up.

"Hey!" she yelled. "It was just a joke. You know, ha ha? Here, gimme your hand."

"Thanks." He pulled her up and put his arm around her shoulder. Hermione laughed and brushed snow out of his hair. "

Does this mean you're officially mine?" he asked.

"Don't push it."

"Don't you think one day would be enough proof that I'm not a fraud?"

"No." They both went inside and found it was 10:00. Both put on their pj's. Hermione dressed in blue plaid pants and a tight blue shirt with stars and a moon on it. Draco dressed in an oversized t-shirt and black silk pants.

Draco walked in her room. He casually leaned against the doorframe and watched Hermione brush her hair.

"Hey sexy" he said eying Hermione's shirt. She sat down on the bed and took off one of her red and gold slippers from Hogwarts.

"Sorry I can't say the same for you" she said smiling and throwing the slipper at Draco. He caught it and threw it on the floor.

"You don't mean that." He walked towards her and took his shirt off.

"You can't resist this hot body of mine, I know you can't." He hopped onto the bed and pinned her down.

"Admit it and no one gets hurt," he said in a dangerous playful voice.

"You can torture me, but I'll never tell" she played back. She struggled against his grip, but she couldn't budge.

"The only way you get out is by telling the truth, so spill it!"

"Okay, maybe I lied a little."

"That's better" he said rolling off of her and laying down looking up at the ceiling. She snuggled up to him and put her head on his chest. "Why are you trusting me?" he asked.

"What, you don't want me to?"

"No, but do you remember the 'Malfoy' me?"

"You're pushing it. What's up with you?"

"This is just so weird, I mean I never thought I'd ever get to be with you. I-I mean, more than enemies like. Why'd you let me stay with you?"

"Well for one thing being the bastard you are, your so luckily blessed with good-god-damn looks, and another thing is you're so bad at hiding the good in you. I can see right through you."

"I'll be damned." They didn't speak, but only lay there with Hermione in his arms. "Fuck buddies!" said Draco suddenly laughing.

"Shut up. I'm tired."

"Night." Draco pulled the blankets up on them knocking some of Hermione's cloths on the floor. He eyed a pair of thin see through underwear and bra that fell. "She is a slut," he whispered to himself. He rolled his eyes and pulled her closer, eventually falling asleep.

Awwww, how cute...lets see how long that lasts! Hehehe! REVIEW DAMNIT! Please and thank you...