Draco Malfoy walked the halls of Malfoy Manor feeling a sense of unease. Following his conversation with Makima, he had, of course, reported the incident to his Father immediately. Instead of quietly taking care of it behind the scenes, like he usually did, he was instead summoned home, in the middle of the semester. Such a thing wouldn't normally be permitted, of course… Dumbledore knew that by keeping students isolated from their families they would be easier to indoctrinate into his worldview. But his Father's power was so great that the usual rules didn't apply to him. As long as he didn't cause harm to another student, there was nothing that the Headmaster could do to stop him.

"Enter." Lucius said, as Draco knocked at the door.

Draco stepped into the room to find Lucius attended by four of his sex slaves. Two of them were muggle women who had been ripped from the streets and brainwashed to only care about pleasing their master Lucius. One was a fiend, with unnaturally large, bouncing breasts and the biggest smile Draco had ever seen. The fourth was a witch who seemed to be under the Imperius Curse. She seemed to be fighting against his commands as she poured wine into Lucius's glass.

"Is Mother doing well?" Draco asked stiffly. He always made sure to ask after his Mother in these kind of situations. It kept the slaves in line, for one thing, and for another it reminded his Father that he was indeed still married.

"She is still breathing." Lucius rasped. One of the muggle women combed his long silver hair with her fingers and cooed. "She hasn't' given me any more pure blood children, however."

(You have to have sex with her for that) Malfoy thought to himself, apprehensively. Although his respect for his parents were great, his Father's tendency to spread his seed among any women other than his wife was becoming a bit of a problem.

"But enough about that woman." Lucius continued. "We have much to discuss."

"About the Dark Lord, sir?"

"About Makima."

Draco's face fell.

"I told you everything I know."

"You did." Lucius acknowledged. 'And you did very well. But the Dark Lord desires more from you."

Malfoy felt the breath in his throat hitch.

"Makima has chosen to isolate herself inside the walls of Hogwarts Castle." Lucius continued. "Her orders are given out through her liaison… Denji the Chainsaw, which are then followed to the letter throughout the public safety department. This has created a massive power vacuum at the Ministry. Makima simply doesn't have as much influence these past few weeks, and steps are being taken to remove her from power completely. From both the Ministry and the Dark Lord."

Draco nodded.

"Yet." Lucius continued. "Makima can seize control back at any time. The Dark Lord believes she has relaxed her influence at the Ministry to lull those still in power there into a false sense of security, before seizing absolute power for herself. Her placement at Hogwarts, he believes, is an attempt to undermine the most powerful man in the country. Dumbledore himself."

"So she wants to topple the Headmaster."

"Correct." Lucius said. "The Ministry has no true power over wizards. The laws they pass are not followed by us men of culture." The fiend let out a high pitched giggle, Her boobs bounced. Draco tried not to stare. "It is Dumbledore himself who controls the masses… the Ministry is simply a proxy for him to go about unchecked."

"Fudge has been pushing back against him though."

"To preserve his own power, yes." Lucius said. "He cares not for our wants or needs. His administration is still very Pro-Muggle… despite the personal views he has expressed to me."

"What does the Dark Lord expect of me?" Draco asked.

"Makima is certainly using every ounce of her cunning and skill to subvert Hogwarts school from within." Lucius said. "Doubtless she is trying to win over as many of the faculty and students as she possibly can before she makes her move. The Dark Lord wishes for you to give your own input. He already has his own spies close to Dumbledore, but you can keep an eye on the student body."

"Potter and his friends are already close to her." Draco sneered. "That Granger girl hated her more than I did when the semester started, but now she's all over her."

"This is critical information." Lucius said. "You must not underestimate your place in our society, Draco. Pure blood children are the future, after all."

"Mud bloods should be killed." Draco said, casting a disgusted look at the muggle woman at Lucius' feet.

"Quite." Lucius said. "But that isn't all they are good for, you know."

Draco gave him a look.

"Huh?"

"Draco." Lucius said, his voice patient. "I've seen how you look at her."

Draco shook his head. "I would never-"

"You have." Lucius said. He smiled. "And I am not upset."

Draco gave a small start. "Huh?"

"You are old enough now that you can make decisions like this for yourself." Lucius said. "If you want to have her, go ahead. Assuming she verbally consents, there's nothing that Dumbledore can do to punish you."

Draco stared at him, open mouthed. Lucius smiled.

"Go get her, son."

Draco had to stop himself from jumping up and down in glee.

"I will, Father." He cried, as he turned. "Just you watch!"

He had to stop himself from running back out of the hall. Lucius smiled to himself as he leaned back in his chair.

"Ah, to be young again."

"Malfoy's been glaring at you all day." Ron commented to Hermione, as they sat down for lunch. "What did you do?"

"Snape complimented me on my potion on Friday." Hermione confessed. "And I think he heard him…"

"Snape? Complimented you?"

"Well, some green blood got in my hair, and I think he thought I was a Slytherin…"

Hermione took a sip of her pumpkin juice and sighed, trying to ignore the staring Malfoy. "I do wish he would stop though."

"Want me to have some words with him?" Ron asked.

"No, that's alright." Hermione said, alarmed. The last thing she wanted was for Ron or Harry to get into trouble. "Please don't."

She, Harry, and Ron separated for their own classes and she headed off on her own to her Ancient Runes class. She made her way up the castle staircase, into a hallway, and was about to step into the final stretch when a bookcase swung open and Malfoy stepped outside.

"Petrificus Totalus." He said. Hermione's body became rigid, her arms snapped into place, as Malfoy wrapped his arms around her waist and dragged her into the secret passageway. By the time the next batch of students had come around the bend, he was long gone.

Hermione sat, rigidly still, eyes wide in horror as Malfoy took a bottle of bright pink liquid, opened it, and held it out for her to sniff. She recoiled: It was amortentia.

"Love potion." Malfoy explained to her, waving it back and forth under nose. "Nothing illegal about it."

A handful of drops would have been sufficient to get what he was after, but Malfoy was determined to cover his tracks. He took the entire bottle and jammed it down Hermione's throat.

Although her body was completely rigid, she still retained the ability to not swallow. She stared up at him, determined to not swallow a single drop.

"I'll force it down your throat if I have to." Malfoy told her, as he brandished his wand. "Suc-"

"What are ya doing?"

Malfoy froze. Shock and terror was very clearly visible on his face as he whirled, wand raised.

"Who are you?"

The boy stepped forward, staring at Malfoy apprehensively.

"Denji." He said. "I'm Denji."

"I'm a prefect, Denji." Malfoy said, his voice dangerous. "If you don't leave right now, I'll give you a detention."

"You'll do what now?" Denji asked, and to Hermione's horror he stepped closer.

"I'll have you sorting flobberworms until the end of the term!" Malfoy snapped.

"I don't go to school here." Denji told him. "I'm a Devil Hunter."

Hermione felt a sense of relief flow through her entire body. A devil hunter. She was saved. It must have been Makima's man, that boy who was living with her.

Malfoy however, seemed to think differently.

"Touch me and I'll have your head." He sneered. "My Father-"

"What about that girl?" Denji asked. "What are you doing to that girl?"

"None of your business." Malfoy snapped. "I'm warning you, one more step…."

Denji took one step forward. Malfoy raised his wand.

"CRUCIO!"

Hermione gagged- upon hearing that word she had instinctively screamed. Denji cried out in pain, and then…

Out of nowhere…

Wrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

Malfoy had no idea what hit him. The Chainsaw tore his flesh, cutting him in half from the torso, and then again down the middle. Blood sprayed all over the castle walls, and again Hermione internally screamed. Malfoy was dead before he even hit the floor. And suddenly, she could move again.

His curse on her lifted, Hermione rolled over, spitting out the love potion, and crawled to her feet. The wrrrrrrrring sound was still reverberating throughout the air, and something about it made her feel a strong sense of terror.

And then, suddenly, it was gone.

"You alright?"

Hermione turned her head to face the voice, holding back her tears.

"I… no…" She admitted. "I'm… I'm not."

"It'll be fine." Denji said, his voice short. She couldn't help it. She let out a cry and flung herself at him, clinging onto his shirt and sobbing into it.

"He almost... he almost... he…"

"Hey now…" Denji said, as he awkwardly tried to pat her on the back. He instinctively seemed to pull away from her, which someone made her cling onto him even harder. "What was that all about?"

She looked up at him, surprised.

"You didn't know?" She asked, her voice blurred with tears. "You didn't know what he did… and you… you…"

Her eyes fell on Draco's body for the first time and she let out a scream, clutching him even tighter.

"I think I did the right thing." Denji told her, his voice blunt. "Do you think I shouldn't have stopped him?"

Hermione shook her head, unable to pull her head away from his chest.

"Go on." Denji told her. "Get back to class."

Hermione gave him a shocked look.

"B-back to class?" She repeated. "After- After this?"

"It's what you were going to do, right?" Denji asked. "No sense in stopping now just because something bad happened."

He pushed her away from him and stalked off, shaking his head. Hermione stared after him faintly, unable to come to terms with what had just happened.

"Ummmm…. Denji?"

He turned and looked at her.

She tried her best to smile through her tears.

"Thank you…" She said. "Thank you very much."

He smiled back and gave her a thumbs up, and then he was gone.

Hermione was completely out of sorts when she came into the Ancient Runes class. She was so out of it that she didn't even notice that she was completely covered in blood. The Professor stopped the class immediately and rushed over, escorting Hermione to the Hospital Wing personally. She wasn't asked to speak about what had happened right away as Madame Pomfrey gave her a brief check up, quickly assuring the professor that the blood was not hers, and the only problems she would have to deal with were shock.

By the time Harry and Ron were informed about her condition and came by to visit, she was already fast asleep, a blissful smile on her face.

A/N

I had to look up the Ancient Runes Professor's name for this chapter and realized that… apparently…. There isn't one. I thought it was Vector, but apparently, she teaches Arithmancy instead. Whoops.

I think I'm terrible at writing Denji. I had a very specific sequence of events in my mind when doing this chapter… but I feel like his role was almost kind of contrived. Hopefully reviews and feedback will help me figure out what went wrong.

Also, this is a Chainsaw Man crossover, so needless to say there will be a lot of character deaths. One of my goals with this story is to capture the feel and tone of Chainsaw Man into the Harry Potter setting, and a big part of that is killing off beloved characters. Readers wouldn't stop asking about Malfoy and what he was doing, so I just killed him.

Ultimately I expect this story won't nearly be as long as A Spy On Privet Drive was, but I have been very pleased by the audience reception and enthusiasm. I am going to try my best to bring the story to a satisfying conclusion.