Draco's POV

Draco lied in bed, Hermione breathing slowly by his side. He counted the stars that were visible through the sky light for the sixth time. Fifty-eight. Draco sighed and turned over, pulling the covers over his bare chest.

Hermione had been asleep for hours, but Draco was wide-awake. Images of another man's lips against his wife's stabbed his mind. Hermione had hexed that bloody git and he was damn proud of her, but what was he supposed to do? Just pretend Jack Wiley hadn't done the lowest thing a man could do? No. Draco had to do something.

He slipped out of the covers and let his feet hit the cool hardwood floor. Draco pulled on a pair of jeans and black t-shirt. He rarely wore short sleeves, but tonight he wanted Jack Wiley to see his dark mark. (Not that the muggle knew what it meant, but it was still intimidating). Draco snatched his wand off the nightstand and kissed his wife's forehead.

Jack Wiley was going to pay.

He used a locator charm to find Wiley's house. Most wizards had wards to stop this from happening to them, but muggles didn't of course. Draco stood outside Wiley's dark house, looking down the sidewalk to the front door. Draco slipped the wand from his pocket and grasped it in his hand, holding it down at his side.

He curled his hand into a fist and knocked on the door. Once, twice, three times. Finally, a light flickered on in a window on the second floor. Draco sighed and banged on the door again. A voice said, "Hold on. I'm coming. I'm coming."

Wiley pulled open the door and said, "Do you know what time it – Malfoy?" Jack Wiley grimaced.

A smirk cut across Draco's beat red face. His heart was pounding violently in his chest. He glanced down at his Dark Mark. If Draco could survive that he could survive anything.

"You know why I'm here," Draco said calmly.

Wiley leaned against the door frame, "Do I?"

"You kissed my wife."

A shrill laugh fell from Jack Wiley's lips. "Did she tell you how she was throwing herself at me?"

Draco gritted his teeth. He knew it wasn't true, but it still took every bit of restraint he had not to use the cruciatus curse on this prat. "I know that isn't true."

Wiley rolled his eyes. "You don't know anything."

Draco lifted his wand and pointed it at Wiley's neck. The muscles in the principal's face tensed. It was obvious he remembered what happened when Hermione pointed one of these at him.

For years now he'd been working on a bit of wandless magic. He cast a silent spell and the curtains in Wiley's house started to wave like a large gust of wind was blowing through the house. All the small objects in the house rattled.

Jack Wiley trembled, his eyes darting back and forth. His lip raised in a snarl. "What are you?"

"Does it matter?" he spit. Wiley's eyes cast down to the tattoo on Draco's arm. "You want to know what it means?"

Wiley said nothing but steadied his face and shaking body. Draco cast another wordless spell to cause small glass objects inside Wiley's house to explode into millions of glittering pieces. Wiley jumped, the tip of Draco's wand pressing deeper into Wiley's neck.

"You stay away from my wife," Draco commanded. "You pathetic excuse for a man." Draco pressed the tip of the wand deeper into Wiley's neck. "What should I do with you?"

Wiley whimpered. "Please. Please don't."

Draco laughed. "Fine." He pulled the wand away. Wiley slumped, fear slowly leaving his eyes. Draco turned around and punched him in the face. Wiley covered his bleeding nose, groaning in pain. "Don't mess with the Malfoys," Draco said and then turned and walked away.

When Hermione found out, she was going to hex him into next year.

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