Disclaimer: I'm not J.K. Rowling, deal with it.

A/N: No I haven't forgotten about this story, how could you possibly think that! Severe writer's block is to blame but I was able to push it off enough to write this chap and I think it's pretty fan-freakin-tastic!

I promise, I will not leave this story unfinished.

P.S. Cover for this story is now available for view, more info at end of chap.

Chapter Ten

The fire roared. Colors danced in the flames and even through the constant chatter and yells of voices Draco could hear his heart beating in his ears. It was only a matter of time before chaos would undertake all of them.

He had let it get too far. Drunken idiots in uncontrollable disorder could only presume destruction.

Death Eaters were throwing each other into the waters neighboring their ''campfire''. Bottles sipped to their last drop were flung above everyone's heads. And the pity that was Crabbe was sitting on a log munching on cookies like nobody's business. Oh, what a gathering it was.

"Draco, DRACO!" Blaise yelled, trying to reach the blond.

"All hail Draco!" someone yelled raising a bottle of whiskey.

"To Draco!" they cheered in unison as they clinked their whiskey glasses in a sloshing mess.

"Draco," an out of breath Blaise managed to say as he tried to regain his breath.

"Yes?" Draco said taking a sip out of his glass.

"Isn't this a bit, oh I dunno, out of control!" he roared.

"What the hell you expect me to do about it?"

"You dummy, you're their damn lord," Draco rolled his eyes. "Just do something about it!"

Draco stood up from the log of which he sat, "Oi, retards!" he yelled. Blaise shook his head. Setting down his glass, Draco took out his trusty wand from his pocket, holding it up towards the sky he let a bang erupt from it. The chatter quieted instantly and all eyes were set upon him. "You disgust me," he said looking around, "All of you!" everything went eerily silent, "You call your self's bloody Death Eaters? You act like children! Keep acting like children and I will treat you like children."

"I guess coloring is the only thing you can do right. One big giant crayon fest, is that what you want?" nobody spoke, "I guess not." he walked around. A young boy who must have been around 15 kept his head down, Draco walked towards him, "How old are you? Twelve? Who the bloody hell let you in here?" he stared at the ground, "Look at me when I'm talking to you!" his head raised.

Draco stepped backwards to address everyone, "How about this, I ask a question, you respond. Simple enough? Or is that too much of a challenge?" he asked looking around.

"Lord Draco." A Death Eater named Vick bowed down to him. "You think very low of us, we're smarter than you think."

"Let us prove it!" cheers erupted as the Death Eater, Aleck, stepped up. "Lord Draco we shall make you proud! Let us... we shall..." he stopped to think.

"Torture the mudblood Granger!" someone spoke up.

"YES! Brilliant, we'll torture the mudblood Granger for you our lord." Aleck continued.

"NO! Kill her!"

"To the mudblood!" Vick yelled, raising his fist.

"To the mudblood!" they charged away from their camp.

"Wait! I didn't say-" Draco tried to interrupt but knew it was useless. He looked at Blaise, "Shit."

l•l•l•l

He knew just where to find her. He knew exactly where she'd be. What building. What floor. What door. He knew it.

Let's go back to this morning...

It was 9:05AM on the dot and he stood on the rooftop, staring down below. Whatever reason you think he's up there for chances are, you're wrong. He was not falling to his death, there to think or look at the muggle contraptions called cars as they passed. Nope, none of the sort.

Before you know why he's there, understand that Draco Malfoy was no stalker. Neither a pervert who wanted to get a little peek... at least not at this moment. Nor was he a creepy serial killer stalking his prey, be he Death Eater or not. Draco Malfoy was... Draco Malfoy was Draco Malfoy. Don't question his actions, he just does what he does.

He could see her from her kitchen window, shuffling about, still in her sleepwear that was composed of shorts and a tank top. She disappeared from view and returned with a mug of coffee. Setting it on the counter she took a bottle of powdered cream and added it to her mug. Stirring, she grabbed the morning paper and gave it a wriggle open. Grabbing her paper and coffee she was out of view again.

He sighed.

Now, he stood right in front of the building he had looked at from across the street that very morning. He didn't have much time, it would be only moments before they figured out where she lived. On the other hand, they were drunk and dumb, he could probably add himself a couple of hours to do this and take his time. The front door opened and someone stepped out, screw the previous thought, he entered.

He nodded in thanks to the women who held the door open as he entered. As he headed towards the stairs he realized the place would soon be in a catastrophic mess. Adding charms to the doors as he passed them, he offered some protection to these defenseless muggles. Hoping the charms would be enough, he continued to what it was he came to do.

Third floor, first door on the left. He stood there, baffled.

Should he knock? Call out her name? Burst the door open? What if she didn't want to open? What if she didn't believe him? Would he have to use force? Did he even want to use force? Was she even awake? How long did he have? Should he just leave her to defend herself, after all, she is smart, she could take care of herself, right?

He cleared his throat. Fist half raised in the air, he let it fall back to his side. "This is stupid." he said to himself as he turned to leave. Let her fend for her bloody self, he thought, I'm going home to bed.

The door opened.

He turned around.

"Malfoy?" she questioned, eyebrow raised. What the bloody hell is Malfoy doing outside my door? Muttering to himself and being all creepy. Stalker, I swear.

"Granger." he said brightly.

"Why are you outside my door?"

Draco played dumb, "Oh, you live here?"

"Don't lie," she accused.

"I'm not,"

"Yes you are and we both know it."

"I'm not admitting to anything."

She stood there looking at him, "Alright, bye." she said, stepping back and closing the door.

"Wait!" he called out. What the hell, he thought, I'm here already anyways.

Hermione opened the door, "What?" At that very moment a loud bang and crash could be heard from the floors below. "What in Merlin's name?" she said trying to look down the steps.

"They can't possibly be here already." he muttered.

"What?" Hermione looked at him warily.

"Come with me." he said quickly.

"Hell no!" she said, stepping back.

"Get your wand and lock the door, trust me. We don't have much time." he urged.

"I already have my wand, much time for what?"

Draco grabbed her to him and with his wand, flicked the door close and locked it.

"Hey!" Hermione yelled in protest.

He grabbed her hand and with a pop, they were gone.

A/N: It's my tradition that when a story hits chapter 10 to make a book cover. I'm pretty proud of this one, even though the guy on the cover isn't Draco/Tom, but then again who the heck said it was Draco anyway? :P Any who take a look at it if you please and let me know what you think, just go to my profile and you'll know what to do :)

P.S. Ideas are more than welcome so go ahead and leave your thoughts in a review.