Here's a little surprise!

Warning: Graphic violence

There is a little story I'd like to tell

About this little boy who came from hell

Sit right there and listen real good

I'll tell you all the ways he's misunderstood

-Mr. Doctor Man, Palaye Royale

Rain pelted against the expensive car windows, adding some much welcome noise to the otherwise suffocating silence inside the vehicle. It was growing dark, the sun almost completely set behind the horizon. The parking lot was emptying by the minute, men and women rushing home to get out of the downpour, frantic to be within the safety and comfort of their own homes. Perhaps, even desperate to get home to a waiting lover.

Harsh lights suddenly filled the dark space as another equally expensive and sleek car pulled into a neighboring parking spot. The other person cut the engine, seeming to wait a few moments before opening the door and stepping out as if he were reluctant to do so. The dark haired man exited the other car with an almost enviable grace. Almost. He tossed the cigarette that was hanging from in between his lips, allowing the rain to put it out as he leaned against his now closed door.

Theodore Nott was a snake, always had been, but he was the worst kind of snake that there was. He wasn't big and dominating, able to see him from feet away like a constrictor. He wasn't even like a mamba, aggressive and always on the offense, striking first before all else. Theodore Nott was a coral snake, the kind that people often mistook for a king snake until it was too late. Until that mild pain from the bite slowly bled into paralyzed breathing muscles, respiratory failure right around the corner. Nott was the kind of snake that fooled people, only revealing his true nature when the knife was already in your back.

Draco Malfoy had always hated coral snakes.

He opened his own car door, stepping out with a smirk that brought a frown to the dark haired man's face. Nott's time wasn't all that important to him, and Draco let him know it. He too leaned against his own car, expensive suit getting soaked from the rain as they both stared each other down. Blue and grey clashing, and warring. Draco folded his hands in front of him, resting them on his stomach as he leaned back, waiting.

Nott was the first to crack.

"What the hell do you want, Malfoy?"

Draco pushed away from his vehicle, taking a step towards him.

"I'm glad you asked… It's been brought to my attention, that you have a bit of a…weasel problem," Draco spoke up, the corner of his mouth lifting just the slightest.

The frown on Nott's face slowly eased away as he skeptically ran his eyes over the blond man.

"I don't see how that's any of your business," Nott replied.

Draco gazed at him from beneath his lashes, a serious expression passing over his features.

"I'm making it my business."

Nott straightened up as the implication in Draco's words finally clicked, a slow smirk dancing along his lips as he chuckled. Draco turned his head, looking out over the parking lot.

"He had a physical therapy consultation, today. That won't stop him from showing up at Mamba, tonight, though," Draco scoffed. "What's the verdict, Nott?"

"Hermione will suspect it was me, and I can't promise that I'll be able to lie to her," Nott confessed.

Now, it was Draco's turn to chuckle as he turned back around to face him.

"Bold of you to assume that I'd let you be the one to kill him," he laughed again. "Don't worry. I promise you, you won't have to tell a single lie."

"She'll never forgive you," Nott pointed out.

"You can't forgive someone for something you don't know they did," was Draco's smooth reply.

"Heh. More lies," Nott scoffed. "I have to hand it to you, Malfoy. At least you're consistent…"

Draco threw him a scathing look, one that Nott replied to with a sneer of his own.

"Your answer, Nott," Draco bellowed over the rain, patience wearing thin.

Nott stepped towards him, mirth dancing along his eyes as a bloodthirsty grin broke out over his face.

"Let the hunt commence."

It wasn't long after that that they both retreated into their separate cars, racing down the street towards the lively nightclub that was a constant fixture in both of their lives. Draco took refuge in his car, parked in the parking lot while Nott went inside. It was decided that the sight of Nott would kick in the redheaded man's fight or flight reflexes, and no matter which route he chose, it would deliver him right to Draco.

The blond glanced at his watch, a brief pang of guilt flowing through him at having lied to Hermione about his whereabouts. He felt bad, that was the honest truth, but not bad enough to not go through with it. He'd only met Ronald Weasley once, it was brief, but more than enough to see the effect the other man still had on Hermione. He reminded her of a time where she felt weak and sad and undesirable, something that Draco wouldn't stand for.

Never mind the fact that he'd been a spineless coward who'd broken Hermione's heart, almost beyond repair, but to actually have the nerve to think Hermione would ever even entertain the idea of reconciling with him? Draco suddenly laughed to himself, almost pitying the young man for his own naiveté that would ultimately get him killed. After all, it was that same arrogance and gullibility that had almost gotten him killed last time. Only this time, Draco would finish what Nott had started.

And the time had come…

Draco stepped out of his car, eyes following the other man like a snake as he all but sprinted out of the club. So, he was smart, deciding to avoid Nott instead of taking him on, knowing that he was dangerous. Weasley was barely paying attention to the approaching blond, too busy looking over his shoulder every five seconds lest Nott had followed him. He only came to a halt when he glanced in front of him, briefly, but enough for him to do a double take at the man in his way.

The redheaded man nodded, moving to walk past Draco when Draco took a step to the side, blocking his path. Weasley looked up with a frown.

"Look-," he cut himself off, frowning. "I know you."

"Is that so?" Draco slowly asked, feigning ignorance.

"Yeah, you were with Hermione. In there…"

"Huh. Small world, I guess," Draco mused.

"Yeah," Weasley mumbled, going to step by him again only to be met with the same results.

He glanced over his shoulder before turning back around with a huff, and Draco smirked.

"Look, if you're her boyfriend or…whatever, I don't want any trouble," Weasley said.

Draco didn't reply, only stared at the red-haired men, regarding him in silence, and he took pleasure in watching him uncomfortably squirm.

"Move," Weasley finally bellowed, fed up with trying to be polite.

Draco took a step forward, smirk growing when the other man didn't back down.

"It's funny," Draco began, grinning, now. "You weren't concerned with thoughts of me the other night when you foolishly believed that she wanted to get back together with you."

Weasley's eyes widened, stumbling back, and Draco followed. With a swiftness, Draco had reached out, digging his fingers into the man's injured shoulder, forcing him to keel over.

"What changed?" Draco wondered aloud just before delivering a rapid kick to Weasley's face.

A giggle escaped his lips as he watched Hermione's ex struggle to get on his feet. He suddenly glanced up, silver meeting blue as Nott approached, reaching out to tase Weasley on the neck just as he stood. Another laugh was pulled from Draco, watching the injured man fight to defend himself, and he reached his hand out, satisfaction filling his veins as Nott dropped the stun gun into his hand. All traces of humor were gone as he bent down and pressed it against Weasley's neck, holding it there until the other man passed out.

Draco raked his eyes over him in disgust, lip curling over his teeth.

"Let's get him in the trunk," he spat.

Nott tossed him onto the ground, the other man releasing a groan at his harsh treatment. The rain was just barely a light drizzle, at the moment, the storm almost completely passed over.

"Rise and shine, sweetheart," Draco said, lifting his foot to tap the tip of it against his cheek.

He groaned again, and Draco turned away, making his way towards his car. He looked over his shoulder, watching as Weasley started coming to his senses, taking in his location with wild eyes. They were in a field, somewhere on the outskirts of town. It was someplace long forgotten, abandoned, a place where Draco would have no interruptions. Draco's eyes fell on Nott, and the way he tensed, hard eyes resting on Weasley.

"By all means, have at it," Draco lazily said with a wave of his hand, closing his door with his foot as he straightened up.

He leaned against his car, sliding his hands inside of the black gloves as Theo had his fun, the familiarity of them putting him at ease. He exhaled, smoke coming out of his mouth as a biting chill settled in the air. A rather nasty cough drew his attention back to the task at hand, and he frowned in disgust, watching as Weasley rolled onto his side, spitting out blood.

Draco walked over to the pair, looking down his nose at Weasley as if he were some offending animal who was more of a nuisance than anything else. He supposed that that wasn't too far from the truth.

"Why?" Weasley croaked, barely able to get the words out.

Draco kneeled down, wresting his elbows on his bent knees as he tilted his head to the side, wet hair falling across his forehead. Draco suddenly sniffed, pointed features making him look like a villain out of a comic book as he hovered over him.

"I don't like you, Weasley. I really don't like men like you, and your less-than-stellar history with Hermione makes it just a little…," he drew the word out "…bit more personal."

Weasley coughed again, struggling to swallow. Draco suddenly sneered.

"You should consider yourself lucky that I am the one who gets to end your miserable existence. I dislike you, but Nott," Draco pointed over his shoulder, exhaling with a shake of his head. "…that son of a bitch hates you. He would incinerate you from the inside out if he could."

"All of this…because of Hermione? Gee, paradise must not be so great, after all if you're this threatened," Weasley mumbled.

Draco's eyes widened in genuine shock, blinking in confusion before a barking laugh tore from his throat. Tears sprung to his eyes as he looked over his shoulder at Nott, pointing to the redheaded man as if he'd just told the funniest joke.

"Threatened," he sniggered, turning back around. "It's quite a shame that I'm going to slit your throat, because I tell you, Weasley, you're a hoot."

Draco pressed his hand over his mouth, attempting to stifle his hysterics. He leaned over some more, face only inches away.

"Hermione can barely stand the sight of you. You misinterpret my motives, Weasley. This is purely for my own satisfaction, hardly has anything to do with her, and our relationship," he said, pressing a gloved hand to his own chest. "Believe it or not, it doesn't take much for me to commit murder."

He chuckled again, the sound abruptly cutting off when Weasley spat in his face. Draco briefly closed his eyes, lifting his arm to wipe his face with his sleeve before standing. Suddenly, Draco lifted his leg high in the air, bringing the bottom of his foot down into the other male's stomach. A horrible gasping sound escaped his lips, and Draco slowly walked around him, circling him like a shark.

He took great satisfaction at the fear that had begun to bleed into Weasley's eyes. It seemed that he was finally realizing that the time for his death had come. Before he could do anything about it, Draco lifted his leg again, bringing his foot down onto Weasley's face. He yelped, covering his face and rolling over, attempting to sit up. Draco was on him, one hand placed on the back of his neck, the other pulling his arm as he brought his foot down onto the back of his leg.

A harsh snap filled the air as Weasley cried out, and Draco grinned, dropping him as if he'd burned him. He walked around his squirming figure, watching as Weasley clutched his leg and shoulder, blood running past his lips. Draco slid behind him, reaching out to grip his hair, pulling the young man to his knees and pressing the back of his head to his stomach. In his free hand was a knife, long and sharp with a golden handle.

Draco bent over, lips brushing against Weasley's ear as they both panted.

"Are you the religious type, Weasley?" Draco whispered.

He didn't respond, and Draco brought the knife into his shoulder, Weasley's screams piercing the air.

"I do believe that I asked you a question…," he hissed, through clenched teeth.

The other man frantically nodded.

"What faith does your family practice?"

"C-catholic…"

Draco hummed, removing the sharp utensil before holding it against Weasley's neck. He pressed his cheek against Weasley's, eyes resting on the sky above.

"Most merciful Lord of the earth, we ask that you receive this child into your arms, that he might pass in safety from this crisis."

Across the field, Nott turned his head away at the sight that met him.

Draco leaned back in his chair, legs crossed at the ankles with his feet resting on the table before him. A frown marred his features as he threw another card into the stack. Cheers soon erupted from around him, congratulations on everyone's lips as he bent over to collect his winnings. A taste of bitterness settled on his tongue, immune to the joyous atmosphere that surrounded him.

"Did you kill Ron?"

He pursed his lips, angrily swallowing a mouthful of wine as her voice resonated within his head. Had he known that such a question was going to drive her away and out of town, he would have lied. Would she have believed him though? Especially considering that her source was her best fucking friend? The glass of wine shattered in his hand, glass and alcohol flying everywhere.

He stood with a sigh, paying the inquiring eyes no mind as he exited the room. The sea of people parted for him as he made his way down the hall, anger still coursing through his veins after all of these months. Nott was smart to go into hiding, because Draco surely would have long put a bullet into his brain for what he had done. He suspected that Blaise was still fucking him, and Draco supposed that if he really wanted, he could get Nott's location out of him some kind of way. Nott wasn't worth the trouble, though.

He climbed the stairs, blood still dancing over his fingers as he entered the room. He hurriedly cleaned his hand, wrapping a towel around it before walking over to the window, eyes focused on the night sky. Ten months… It had been ten months, and there was still no sign of her. He almost regretted letting her integrate herself into his work related life, because she had clearly learned a thing or two.

With some of the best men at his disposal, no one had been able to find her. No one.

It was like she'd completely disappeared off of the face of the earth, and there was a day or two where Draco feared the worst, but he knew better. Hermione was smart, cunning, but she had a flaw, perhaps her biggest flaw of all. She was emotionally weak. She would grow to miss her friends and family too much. It would get to her, slowly eating away at her, and Draco knew that it wouldn't be long before she fucked up.

She'd made a promise to him, a promise to stay, even accepting his proposal. He intended to hold her to that…

He suddenly turned, jaw clenched and eyebrow raised as Blaise hurriedly came through the door, phone in his hand. The look on his face had Draco faltering before quickly approaching his friend.

"Potter rented a car under another name, but we were able to put a tracker on it before he left. He drove six hours to Workington, and stayed for a little over two hours before driving back," he informed him.

Draco smirked, stepping around Blaise with wide eyes.

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go get my fiancée…"

He descended the stairs, the sound of Blaise already making phone calls behind him buzzing in his ears. He suddenly glanced down, a grin making its way onto his lips as he chuckled.

Oh, Hermione, you fucked up…

I've reiterated it, but I hope this chapter really puts it into perspective that Draco is not a good guy.