A/N: Hermione and Draco get a little wild in this chappie… My naughty side was coming out after writing the disclaimer for the last chapter, and looking at some naughty NC-17 pics of dear old Draco.
Disclaimer: It's dumb that we have to put these on every chapters, because after all, everyone who writes stories on here so owns what they are writing about. After all, it is FAN For those of you who were too dense to sense the sarcasm, that means I don't own Harry Potter.
Hermione looked at Draco. This was just what she expected from him. "Draco…" she began.
Draco laughed. "Come on then, don't be shy!" he said, and walked up to the bar. Hermione had little choice but to follow. "Two firewhiskeys!" he called over the thumping bass of the music. With in seconds, two were thrust at him, and Draco paid the man.
"Here." He said, and pushed one into Hermione's hand.
"Draco, I've never…" she said, weakly protesting to this underage madness.
"It's alright, Hermione." He said. "It's just one glass. What can go wrong?" he asked.
Hermione remembered that statement… The last thing she remembered before waking up in Draco's bed, and running to bathroom with a nasty feeling she was going to throw up. And throw up she did.
Draco eased himself out of bed and walked into the bathroom. His head throbbed. His thought was sore. His eyes burned, and he didn't even think about turning on the lights. This late in the game, he knew where it would get him. It wasn't the first time that he had visited the Red Barman.
Hermione wretched into the toilet again. Draco turned around to her. His eyes widened. She looked at him. Her eyes widened. "Blimey!" he muttered.
"Bloody hell! We're… We didn't… Did we?" she stammered. Draco knew very well what Hermione was wondering. Had they done the deed? She was nude, and so was he.
"I don't… I don't know, Hermione…" he said. Both of their eyes went even wider, if possible. Hermione stood up, and got a bit woozy. She slipped on the floor tiles, and Draco caught her.
"I… I think I'm going to go get dressed…" she said, and quickly left the room. Draco grimaced. Had they… Good lord, he didn't know what to think. He opened the medicine cabinet and pulled out a bottle of lilac liquid. He grimaced as he swallowed the foul tasting concoction before the vomit urges kicked in.
Draco walked back into his dorm, and searched in vain for his clothing from last night. After a few minutes, he gave up and pulled out fresh clothes. He dressed and headed up to the common room to make some coffee or something. When he reached the common room, he discovered his clothing… And Hermione's. It was strewn about all over.
Draco shook his head, instantly regretting it, and quickly made a pot of coffee. He poured himself a cup as Hermione walked down the stairs in sweat pants and an oversized T-Shirt.
She sat down on the couch and put her head in her hands. "What did we do last night?" she moaned. Draco wordlessly poured another cup of coffee and pushed it into Hermione's hands. She looked up at him.
"It'll sober you up quicker." He offered.
She sipped her coffee. "Draco, what did we do? I hurt all over…" she said, and laid back on the sofa.
Draco went to sip his coffee again, but yelped, clutched his arm, and dropped his coffee. Hermione looked at him. "What's wrong?" she asked.
Draco didn't answer, but went down into his dorms, and emerged a moment late with his Death Eater robes in his hand, and threw some floo powder into the fire. Hermione sighed, and took another sip of her coffee. She was still too hung over to worry over Draco.
She finished her coffee, put the cup in the sink, and went up to her bed to go to sleep. She was tired.
A few hours later, she was awoken by Draco screaming her name from downstairs. She shot out of bed at the utter horror in his voice.
"Draco, what's wrong?" she asked, running down the stairs.
"We have to tell Harry!" he said.
Hermione looked confused. "Tell Harry what?" she asked, as he ran for the portrait hole.
"Voldemort! He's going to attack Hogwarts!" he yelled. Hermione's eyes flew open, and she joined in the search for Harry.
Hermione ran into the library. He wasn't in the open, however, she suspected he was sleeping in the Muggle Poetry section, as usual. She burst into that section, with Draco tailing her.
"Harry!" she yelped as soon as she found him. "Harry! You-Know-Who! He's getting ready to attack Hogwarts!" she said, panting. Draco stood beside her, still cloaked in his Death Eater robes.
"What?" he asked, barely awake. "Voldemort, Potter! Voldemort! He's going to attack Hogwarts tonight!" he snapped. Harry looked at him.
"He wouldn't do that."
Draco glared at him hard, and pulled up his sleeve, revealing a dark, black, burned-in brand. "If he can do this, he can do anything. And he is going to attack. He is, Potter. You'd prepare if you were smart."
Subconsciously, Harry felt at the raised scar on his right forearm, where Wormtail had cut him in fourth year, after the Triwizard Cup had been a portkey to the graveyard. "I… I suppose…" he said.
Draco rolled his eyes. "Prepare, Potter. Hermione and I, we'll do the best we can to aid you." He said, but doubted that Harry would prepare much. After all, why would he trust a Death Eater?
He turned on his heel, and fled back to the Heads' Tower. Hermione followed. When they burst through portrait hole, Hermione asked, "How are we going to help him?" she asked. "Are we going to do research?" she asked.
Draco rounded on her. "Narrow minded, are you not? Have you forgotten? You are an animagus, like me. Voldemort will be coming through the forbidden forest. If nothing else, we can stop him there. Transform. We will gather the animals in the forest who can help us." He said, stripping out of his outer Death Eater robes.
Hermione didn't question Draco as she transformed into the beautiful spotted leopard, and he into the sleek black leopard. Together they ran to the forest to rally the animals about.
Harry half heartedly read up on a few spells. It was unlikely Draco was telling the truth. It had been ages since Draco and Hermione had burst into the library and told him about Voldemort. It must have been well past midnight. He sat leaning against the picture window in his dorm, reading by the moonlight.
Suddenly, a series of loud popping sounds – spells being cast – rang out on the grounds. Harry jumped up and looked out the window as his dorm mates jumped out of bed. "Blimey!" someone yelled.
Harry gasped out loud and ran to the headmistress, pulling Ron along with him. Voldemort was attacking. Something had to be done.
He didn't know it, but Draco and Hermione had failed miserably. The animals, which for some reason they could speak to, mostly didn't believe Draco and Hermione until the last second. While they made an impact, it was hardly the major slaughter that they were searching for.
Hermione and Draco sat up in a tree, communicating silently.
"Draco, we should help." She said.
Draco's feline form shook his mighty head. "No. If we wait until there is only Harry and Voldemort, we can distract Voldemort with our relationship. It will throw him off. Harry will be able to kill him easier."
Hermione's spotted form sat still. "I suppose you are right." She conceded. "But, in the mean time… Can I just pick off the little one? With the silver hand?" she questioned.
Draco's mind laughed at her. "No, no you may not."
Although they hadn't planned it, the battle was growing weaker by the second. Compared to the number of students, the weakened Death Eater ranks were being destroyed. Soon, all too soon, only Harry, most of the other students, Voldemort, and a couple of Death Eaters remained.
"Show time." Draco said, and leapt from the tree, his long tail helping him to balance. Hermione followed suit and they ran to Harry's aide, but kept well out of site.
"Voldemort…" Harry said.
Voldemort turned to him. "Yes, boy?" he asked, with an arrogant tone. "Have you come to meet your death? Join your parents, and that Diggory boy?"
"No, I've come to kill you!" Harry yelled.
Draco stepped out from behind a bush. "My Lord!" he called. "I wish to inform you of something you may find unfavorable!"
Voldemort turned to stare at the bold teen. "What is it, boy?" he growled, and let out a horrid scream of torture as Draco disarmed the aging villain, and Harry put him under the Cruciatus curse.
Draco added his strength to the curse.
"No, Malfoy! Let me do this on my own!" Harry yelled.
"Not in your wildest dreams, Potter. You aren't strong enough to kill him. No one is, alone!" he yelled. "Release him, Potter. I'll hold him, and you prepare the killing curse. You are the only one who can do it." He finished.
Harry hesitated. "Draco, why should I—"
"Just do it! Damnit!" he yelled. Harry released him, and sent the killing curse at Voldemort.
Voldmort's rapidly cooling corpse lay on the grass, as the two teens collapsed on the grass, exhausted from the effort.
Hermione walked out of the bushes, and helped both of them to their feet. Draco stepped forward and Hermione with him. Draco spit on the corpse. "You were never my master." He said, with utmost disgust.
Together, they all walked back to the castle. Hermione wondered for a moment where Ron was. All three of them walked into the common room. As they did, Hermione let out a shrill scream, and fell to the floor. Draco and Harry's breath caught.
Ron was suspended from the neck in the common room. A chair stood behind his corpse, along with a quill and a piece of parchment. Harry dropped to his knees, and wanted to throw up. Draco stepped forward and picked up the piece of parchment, and read it out loud.
"Obviously, dear Hermione, I wasn't enough.
It seems that you need a man with money, and I'm not that.
I regret that you couldn't see that I was more man than he,
But now you'll have to be with him.
You didn't choose me, the most obvious love you could have,
And so now I choose death, the only option for a poor,
Unloved man.
Maybe some day you'll come to realize this is all your fault,
You gold digging bitch."
Hermione sobbed into the carpet, and Harry held her by the shoulders. Draco dropped the parchment and knelt next to Hermione as well, holding her to him in a vain attempt to comfort her.
Harry stood up. "Someone must inform the headmistress." He said, trying to be stoic, but failing miserably at the attempt, with his best friend strung up before him.
