Chapter 7- Power

Malfoy ripped his warm hand from mine as soon as we were alone. He glared at me with such hatred that, a month ago, I would have run away with terror. Now, I knew I could have him begging for his mother before he laid a hand on me.

"Just what the fuck was that?" His anger was overshadowing the compulsion to compliment me and I didn't really mind. I smiled innocently at him and stepped closer. He mirrored my movement by taking a step backward. He was acting like a five year afraid of the dark!

"Malfoy, calm down, I'm not going to molest you again. Scouts honor." I said raising my right hand.

His eyebrows furrowed and he looked at me like I was speaking a different language.

"What the hell is a Scout?"

I shrugged and waved his question away. He wouldn't understand my strange muggle phrases. Sometimes even I didn't understand them.

"I want the sexual comments to stop. I would let you out of the agreement if I could. I shouldn't have made it last this long. I'm sorry for that, really, but I cant take it anymore. So knock it off." I said, avoiding his gaze. I possibly just made my situation twenty times worse. He knew he was getting under my skin now, not that there was ever any doubt.

He let out a sly chuckle and I knew I'd made a big mistake. He stood up straighter and walked a circle around me.

"Do the things I say….embarrass you?" He asked nastily, fanning his warm breath down the back of my neck. Shivers went down my spine and he was close enough to see them. He laughed again, the sound coming from deep in his throat.

"Or do they turn you on?" He said in a dark whisper. I spun around to face him, forgetting in my anger how close he was. I trembled as he looked down at me with a predatory glint in his eyes.

"They do don't they?" He said happily, as if he just won the lottery. He had in a way hadn't he? What? No, I didn't…want him that way. Right? Oh god! This wasn't right! He...he's a death eater! But I didn't care. I really didn't. I knew I shouldn't… but I reached a hand out for his cheek, running my thumb along his jaw line. When did this happen? I knew when though. It was when he stopped being Malfoy and started being Draco.

His eyes glazed over and moved his face closer and closer to mine

Then he burst into harsh laughter.

"You actually thought…oh this is great. As if I would touch you willingly, Granger!" He walked away and didn't notice the hurt that flashed in my eyes. Really what had I been expecting? I could make him want me, obviously, but I was too…Hermione to do that to him. What would be the point if it wasn't even real?

Harry and Ron ran up to me, assuming I was going to potions today. I couldn't stand to be around him right now. Snape or Draco. So I told them I was skipping and that they'd better not follow my example and apparated to my room as soon as they were out of sight. They were smart enough to obey without questions.

I wasn't hurt anymore. I was pissed off. Why had I done that? Why had I let him…make me so vulnerable?

My anger wasn't in check. I heard the window above my bed shatter and felt shock go through me as a piece of the ultra sharp glass cut my arm open. The pain of the gash added to my anger. How dare he make a fool out of me. He owed me his life. I should have killed that bastard! The ground started to shake just slightly, but Draco Malfoy was making me angry. He was making me lose control like this and I hated him for it. I couldn't get rid of my hate. It just kept building and building until I thought I would burst from it. His voice kept ringing in my head. I just wanted him to stop pretending. I knew he didn't hate me, and you just aren't allowed to be so hateful to people you don't hate!

The shaking of the room grew more violent and things were falling around, and cracks were appearing in the ceiling. A chuck of wall fell and landed in front of my feet. I backed up hastily, but another piece fell onto my head and everything faded to black.

I knew I was in the hospital wing when I opened my eyes. Dumbledore, Severus, Poppy along with Harry and Ron were staring at me anxiously. I could feel my arm healing at a magically enhanced rate, so I would be pain free soon enough.

"Is breaking my windows going to be an every week thing, Miss Granger?" Dumbledore asked. I could tell he was irritated with my powers. I think they might be greater than his. Severus was scowling at me with distaste. The door swung open to reveal Draco Malfoy, in all his shining glory. My face turned red with anger, but I didn't let it out. I couldn't let anyone get hurt because I'd been rejected. I was turning into such a girl.

Malfoy took my hand and said softly into my ear, "Your eyes are a beautiful brown."

I kept a poker face as he leaned away and kept my hand in his.

"Malfoy let go of her!" Harry and Ron snarled at the same moment. I silenced them with a look. I could take care of myself. I took my hand from Malfoy's and sat up. I changed my clothes back to my normal jeans and t-shirt and stood on my feet. I slipped on my shoes, and apart from a slight head ache, I was fine.

I grabbed Malfoy's hand and dragged him into Madam Pomfrey's office and locked the door. I added a silencing charm for extra protection. Malfoy stared at my stonily.

"How did you figure out how to say it without just blurting it out?" I asked finally after losing the staring contest.

"No idea, I just did." He was lying. I reached for the door, fed up with him, but he grabbed me round the waist and held me in the room.

"The whole castle was shaking. Windows were shattering and the ceiling was falling apart. Potions exploded all around the room. Lavender Brown had third degree burns and Pansy broke her arm in the explosion." He said in a soft voice. I stiffened. I had no idea…

"I didn't mean to." I said guiltily. He said nothing for a long moment.

"Was it because of what I said to you earlier?" He asked hesitantly. I ripped myself from his arms and I could feel my whole body shaking with my uncontrolled magic. I didn't want to hurt him.

I looked back at him and realized it wasn't his fault. It was mine. I was in the position because of a choice I'd made. I had these powers for one reason. Avery. The, now dead, death eater. I saved his life in the department of mysteries and when I killed him later that night I received not only his powers, but the powers he had gotten from killing other wizards. It was a little known fact that killing other magically people increased you own power. Any one who didn't know about it usually hadn't killed anyone and never planned too, but death eater killed often. That's why they're so powerful. It's why Dumbledore is so powerful. It's why I'm so powerful. We've killed powerful people.

I should have realized this before, but I'd been to afraid.

I looked up at Draco and then burst into tears before sinking to the ground. I unlocked the door and it swung open, but he didn't leave. He closed the door and sat next to me. He took my hand and squeezed gently.

"It'll be alright." He whispered. I didn't believe him but it was nice to hear, especially from him.

A/N: I think this Chapter will move things along. Review and let me know how you like it!