Living in Darkness

Just to clarify: In the beginning Draco goes into Harry's apartment with the information the secret keeper gave him. SO, he knew the secret keeper, who I revealed as Fleur... and now Fleur just told Harry that she wasn't her... even though Harry knows he made her the secret keeper. So she was a) lying b) losing her head, or c) it really isn't her and it was someone who Harry thought was her.

Chapter 11: When Hell Breaks Lose

Hermione sat on the floor, her face reflecting the moonlight. It was full, drowning her in its bliss. The world was too complex. Too much going on, that one couldn't even enjoy a starry night when there weren't dark clouds blocking its beauty. She bit her lip.

He wanted her. He wanted her and she wanted him. But everything stood in their way: her friends, her enemies, her family, her government and him. When he found out, even more things would stand in her way, like blood.

Blood, she thought. She wondered if he would hate her for not telling him... She was scared... of what would happen when he found out. She didn't even know how to tell him.

"Yeah, I'm really that mudblood you hate, you know, Potter's mudblood?" she thought and the door behind her opened. She nearly panicked thinking he had heard her thoughts. But he didn't. He barely seemed to hear anything she said. So she just gazed back out into the moonlight. Suddenly Malfoy reached down and grabbed her arm roughly and pulled her up and into the room behind him.

"What the hell are you doing?" she asked angrily. Draco looked at her malevolently.

"Get a warm cloak from my wardrobe," he said. She looked at him skeptically.

"Why, where are you taking me?"

"Just do it," he said, through clenched teeth as he hurried and got this broom and cloak ready. His tone frightened her and she did as he said. She reached in the closet and began to shift through his clothes. Black, black, black, green, black... she was about to grab the green one when Draco pulled off a black one, rather irritated because apparently she was taking too long.

She huffed and scowled at him in the mirror of the wardrobe door as he put the cloak on her. He was looking down, clasping it in the front and he suddenly looked up at her. His look was threatening and it scared her. He turned away was went onto the balcony.

"Come on," he said, holding the door for her. She was starting to get nervous. He had never acted this way before. He seemed almost... scared...

She went out onto the balcony and felt him cast a disillusionment charm on her and then himself. He pulled her onto his broom in front of him and left immediately.

The air was cold and bitter. Draco muttered some sort of counter charm as the barrier around the castle broke for a moment so they could pass. She looked behind her. The castle was eerie; it was like it was watching them leave...

She wrapped her arms tightly around Draco as they flew.

"So where are we going," she shouted over the wind. Draco glanced down at her.

"I'm not sure," he said hesitantly. Hermione looked at his curiously...

"What does that mean?" she asked slowly.

"Do you want to go to Paris?" he asked in a not romantic whatsoever way. Hermione laughed and asked if they would be flying.

"Yes, it'll only take a few hours, we're going slightly fast," he said sarcastically.

"So why are we going to Paris," she asked, leaning her head into his chest to stifle the wind.

"To get the hell away from the castle," he said quietly.

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Harry paced his room at Grimmauld place. His hair was a wreak and his face was covered in sweat.

He had just killed Fleur...

Harry thought back to the night he had followed her... he was sure it had been her... and the day he made her his secret keeper... it had been her, he was sure of it. Harry forced himself to calm down. She had to have been lying... to keep Bill from finding out. Yes, that was it. Harry packed his things and left for The Burrow.

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"So... umm, Malfoy?" He sat in silence still staring down at the concrete floor of the twelve-story hotel they sat on in Paris.

"Malfoy," she said a little louder. He still didn't look up at her.

Draco was in deep thought. Deep realization of how he was going to be murdered. No not murdered, mutilated... because he had defied the Dark Lord. He mine as well Avada himself right now because it would be better than whatever was in store for him.

He felt her hand reach up and grab his chin gently and pull his gaze to hers.

"What's the matter?" she asked, truly concerned. He shook his head.

"Nothing," he said.

"So why are we here Malfoy?" she asked, growing impatient with him.

He turned to look at her, "I thought you hated being cooped up in my quarters all the time," he said. She looked at him and sighed.

"Will you tell me who you are," he said, "A name, at least..." he said.

I at least want to know the name of the woman I am giving my life for, he thought miserably.

"Malfoy, listen to me... I want you to come with me... I want you to join our side... We can make this all go away, if you would just help us..." She looked at him trying to gauge his reaction.

He shook his head.

"You don't get it do you. I can't do that. Even if I desperately wanted to, the Order would never give me a chance to speak. I would be in Azkaban before you could say a word and there they would torture me for information. Trust me, I know how saintly Potter is and he hates me. In case you are unaware, I am the reason Dumbledore is dead. And that kinda' creates a lot of tension for me." Hermione looked at him sadly... in a way he was very right, but he didn't know who she was... she could protect him. She was just scared he would leave the second her name left her lips.

"So are we going to stay here and freeze all night?" she asked him.

"There's no where to go," Draco replied thoughtlessly.

"What do you mean there is no where to go? What happened back there? Huh, tell me! Why did we have to fly here, why didn't we go to Venice, why did we have to leave in such a hurry at all?" she shouted.

Draco simply stared at her as if seeing her in an entirely different light. She was bright, he realized, very bright.

"And why are you playing games with me Malfoy, why can't you just say how you feel, I can. Am I just some other whore whose name you will forget the moment I walk out of your life?" Draco sighed, irritated.

"What do you want me to say?" he stared at her with cold eyes, "I'm in love with you, I want to marry you and we can live happily ever after... I'm afraid that will never happen for either of us.

Look at the world we live in and tell me what you think can happen between us. I don't even know your bloody name and you want me to confess my undying love for you! You know, I'm becoming more convinced by the second you have no idea who I am. I'm a fucking Malfoy, we marry for money, not love and we fuck to produce a male heir... end of story. At least that was what it was like. Now we murder and rape and call ourselves the elite. It's blasphemy, but there is nothing I can do about it. The best thing you can do right now is to run. Far. As far away from me as you can get..." Draco stood and watched her, waited to see if she would decide to go.

Hermione looked at him and wondered what he meant. Why would she run from him? Her expression hardened. She couldn't stand it anymore.

"Malfoy!" He looked her in the face. She was truly beautiful, the moonlight setting her on fire with the Eiffel Tower behind her, illuminating the city at his late hour.

"I do not want to go anywhere. I do not want anyone else I certainly don't believe for a second that you want me to go. I want you ... now", she said, pausing as if to build up the courage. Draco watched her soft curls dance around her delicate features as his cloak billowed on her small frame in the heartless wind. It blew so harshly he was afraid it was going to take her with it.

He approached her slowly, looking into her cool eyes. She was so very beautiful and innocent, something Draco wanted desperately to hold on to...

She looked into his eyes and saw the turmoil he faced. She clutched his cloak tightly in her fists and stepped closer to him, pressing her cheek into his chest.

"Malfoy", she said quietly, "I think I'm falling in love with you."

Draco felt the oxygen leave his blood and his veins tighten... his heart was beating furiously trying to pump more oxygen filled blood. It was a desperate attempt to stay calm, but she had done it...she had turned him on... by saying I love you...

He reached down and grabbed her waist. She looked up startled and felt his soft lips capture hers in a passionate kiss. His tender lips caressed hers firmly and lovingly at the same... there was nothing he could do but pull her closer to him. Her warmth was like an addiction that once he tasted, he only needed more...

Lightning cracked in the sky and the thunder soon followed just as the clouds suddenly poured out of the sky. They hadn't even noticed that they now stood in darkness, the starlit sky long gone. Their touch was all they needed while they kissed desperately, as they became drenched to the bone. Draco threw all caution to the wind and took what he needed, gently biting on her bottom lip hard enough to bruise. To his surprise and enormous pleasure, she moaned into his mouth.

Draco felt his erection get painfully hard as he pulled away from her. He looked at her with darkened, lustful eyes. She grinned at him only long enough to hold his attention as she began to unclasp his pants and roughly pull them down.

Yep, that was all he needed. Draco harshly gripped her hips and easily picked her up to sit on the edge of the building. He quickly pulled at her cloak, letting if billow away into the darkness over the edge of the building and ripped open her tank top, proceeding to tear it off of her. She caught her expression and was pleased. She was watching him with infatuation spread all over her face. She brought her small hand up to his face in deep thought.

"Malfoy... I want you to do this... I want you to do this right... it may be our last chance. So fuck the bloody hell out of me," she said in sheer determination. Draco knew she wasn't trying to be sexy, she was being serious; something Draco never thought he would experience. A dead serious situation (literally) that made him harder than a rock.

The rain had numbed almost every inch of his body but his throbbing erection. As he removed her bra, he felt her reach down a pull it out. Her soft hands made his gasp as the heat nearly burned him. He pulled her jeans and panties off in seconds, as he wasted no time pressing into her. She moaned loudly in pain and pleasure still being rather tight as she wrapped her legs around him to accommodate him. It was a feeling of true opposites to be burning hotly on the inside and numbly freezing on the outside.

Draco looked at her as he drove his cock into her steadily watching her exotic look. She was leaning back her head over the edge of the twelve story building with her soaking wet curls blowing madly in the wind around her naked form. Her eyes were closed and Draco knew she had no idea how incredibly hot she was, but that, he realized, was a good thing. It made her more real. Her true bliss was what was completely intoxicating. He felt her muscles tighten around his cock almost painful in how pleasurable it was and climaxed. Lightning struck behind her as she opened her eyes and saw the light flash across Draco's raw features. It was one of the few times she was sure what he was thinking. Thinking of nothing else but her. She pulled herself close to his body refusing to let it be over just yet. He took her head in his hand while he still held her close with the other and guided her to look at him.

His bangs were dripping water into his face and creating a stunning effect. He was absolutely breathtaking. He kissed her again, not caring that the storm was growing strong. Her mouth was such a source of relief to him, he felt he could die now and it all would have been worth it.

She leaned over and whispered into his ear, "We can go to my place in London if you want, no one will find us there." Draco looked at her and noticed her shivering. He nodded.

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"So what are we going to do if there are infer, Harry" Ron asked in a small voice.

Harry grunted, "We'll have to fight them, Ron. God I wish Hermione were here, you act brave around her."

The clock chimed and both guys looked over at it.

"No way," Harry said in disbelief.

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"So here we are," Hermione said quietly, having not been in this flat for so long. She hadn't had much time to unpack anything she brought, which was mostly books and clothes anyway. Nothing sentimental really, so she didn't have to worry about him seeing anything that may give her away. She looked at Malfoy.

Well, this was a start, she thought. He was there and not holding her captive.

Draco felt his mark burn... he looked at it. It was starting to become painful, but he ignored it, realizing this was the Dark Lord wanting a body... he looked over at her. Any doubt he had that he had done the wrong thing vanished. Even if he couldn't have her, he wouldn't let anything happen to her.

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Harry looked at Ron, "It's Hermione, she's home." And sure enough, the clock had that read, "Hermione," was now pointing at home instead of mortal peril."

"Go get some floo powder from mum's bedroom," Ron shouted.

Harry ran. He found where Mrs. Weasley kept her jars and was shocked. There were dozens. He didn't know she was any good at potions. He finally found the floo powder and ran back to Ron who was already at the fireplace.

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Hermione asked Draco if he wanted some tea and shortly went to make some in the kitchen. Draco smiled as he watched her walk away. The fire was warm and he was thankful. He was surprised at how cold he was.

Draco soon lost himself in thought. Maybe joining the Order wouldn't be such a bad idea... if he could convince them he was truly on their side. But what did he really have to lose...

At that moment the flames of the fire turned green and roared to life. Draco's face paled as he watched Potter and Weasley fall out of the fire place.

"Potter," Draco sneered, in utter shock. Harry turned to look at Draco in pure disbelief.

"Malfoy," he asked more than stated, "you're alive?"

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Hermione's heart stopped beating.

Harry

-Ron shouted something obscene-

and Ron.

Hermione heard the kettle begin to steam and she abruptly smacked it off the stove. She ran into the living room. The sight before her was unthinkable.

Malfoy sat on the couch, still soaking wet from their rendezvous and Harry and Ron stood stock still in shock looking at him. As the door form the kitchen creaked shut all eyes fell on her.

Harry looked at her strangely and squinted his eyes as if trying to see her better.

"Hermione?"


AN/ Hehehehe, evil cliff I know, but it is a good stopping place. REVIEW!!!!!


Just to clarify, its called When Hell Breaks Lose because we find out that they are in love with each other, Draco is thinking of changing sides and oh my god, "Hermione?" I love how Harry barely recognizes her. And I love how you guys gotta wait for Draco's reaction. *Grins Wickedly*