Weapon

Disclaimer:Harry Potter and his crew are property of J.K. Rowling and used without permission.
as mentioned before ~blah~ is flash back. \'blah\' is thought.


Chapter One: It\'s Heaven....


Hermione sat back down on a over stuffed chair and watched Draco sleep. It was funny, seeing such a tall frame sleeping on a sofa that was way too small. He had fallen asleep not even four minutes after they escaped Harry\'s reception. When he went to sleep she went ahead and changed into more comfortable clothing. A black quarter sleeve shirt and old ratty holey jeans. The jeans were alittle big, so they sat low on her waist. She also had pulled her hair up into a ponytail. She then got up and gently untied then pulled his dress shoes off and placed them on the floor underneath her table.

\" Hey \'Moine,\" Ron said walking in. \" Do you know...Oh shit.\"

Ron gestured towards Draco and gave Hermione a \'what the fuck?\' motion.

\" Don\'t tell me you still hate him,\" she said.

\" Hate him? I loathe him! That boy didn\'t give you one ounce of respect while we were in Hogwarts. And now he\'s sleeping on my couch!\" Ron nearly yelled.

Hermione glared at him, \" First, calm down. Second, it\'s not like you paid much attention to how he was acting our last year there. Third, grow up. The rivalry died years ago. You just haven\'t let go of it.\"

Ron crossed his arms in front of his chest and leaned against the doorframe.

\" Where\'s Vicki?\" Hermione asked.

\" Out with Mum,\" Ron said. \" They wouldn\'t give my any more detail then that.\"

\" They\'re probably getting lingere or something for you,\" She replied.

\" Either one of those will be fine with me,\" Ron mused.

\" You and your one track mind,\" she said.

She glanced back at him, smirking at how Ron turned out. Playing on the Cannons was doing him good. His attitude had brightened and his appearance improved. He still had his bright red hair and light freckles on his face. But his one lightly red skin had turned more to a light tan. His muscle structure was much better too, but made it hard to find clothing or suits that properly fit his tall yet slightly bulky form.

\" Yeah that\'s me,\" Ron said. \" I\'m gonna fix something to eat. Have any preferences?\"

\" As long as it\'s dead and cooked I don\'t care,\" Hermione said.

He gave Draco one last glance then disappeared into the kitchen.

\' How did I end up having two extremely good looking best friends that I never tried dating? Cause my nose was stuck in a book and I was stuck on Draco, that\'s why,\' Hermione thought to herself.

Draco had started to wake up. He slowly got up into a sitting position on the couch and rubbed the side of his forehead.

\" How long I been out?\" He asked.

\" Three hours,\" Hermione said. \" You feeling better?\"

He rubbed the back of his neck for a few moments, \" Good as I could be.\"

After another moment he got up and stretched, his fingertips almost reached the ceiling tile. She watched him stretch and he glanced at her. He then began to chuckle and she tilted her head to the side.

\" What\'s so funny?\" She asked.

He smirked, \" You\'re acting like me stretching is a matter of life or death.\"

\" One thing hasn\'t changed. You\'re still full of yourself,\" she mused.

He sat back down on the couch and then glanced into the kitchen. Ron had his back turned to them with his attention on the stove.

\" Living with Ron and his wife?\" Draco asked.

\" Yeah,\" Hermione said. \" I\'m their basement dweller. It\'s one of those things that\'s hard to explain.\"

\" Try me,\" Draco said. \" I don\'t have any plans today.\"

She snorted, \" Not even the Malfoy family dinner? It\'s pretty close to 9 o\'clock.\"

He glanced at his watch, \" Fuck. Much as they\'ve threatened to disown me I can\'t skip out on the dinners.\"

\" Right,\" Hermione said. \" Guess you should get going then.\"

Draco found his shoes and busied himself with pulling them back on.

\" What are you doing later tonight?\" He asked not looking up from his shoes.

She raised an eyebrow, \" I\'m grading papers.\"

\" Papers?\" he asked finally looking up at her.

\" I\'m a editor, so it\'s kinda like grading papers when i proof read articles,\" She said.

\" Right I forgot about you working with the Daily Prophet,\" he said.

\" Yeah me and me being a \'silent\' editor,\" She said.

He finished pulling on his shoes and got up. A uncomfortable silence came over them.

\" I won\'t be busy after the \'grading\'. Around midnight I\'ll be free,\" she said.

\" Alright,\" he said. \" Meet me at the Leaky Cauldron at twelve thirty then.\"

She chewed on her lower lip and he fussed with his black cloak.

\" Later then,\" he replied.

He then swiftly walked to the front door and exited. Hermione sat back in the chair and exhaled. She then got up and went into the kitchen. Ron looked back at her.

\" Heard from Harry and Ginny yet?\" She asked.

Ron have a half shrug, \" Ginny warned us it\'ll be at least four days until they\'d owl us. So I\'m not worried.\"

\" It still seems strange to you doesn\'t it?\" She asked. \" Having Harry as a brother-in-law?\"

\" I\'m getting used to the idea,\" Ron said.

She looked down at the pan full of bacon he was cooking.

\" You never told me about you and Draco being so close,\" he said.

\" I know I didn\'t. I\'m sorry. It\'s just there was alot to deal with,\" she said.

He sighed and used some metal tongs to place the cooked bacon onto a plate.

\" You realize if we keep dwelling on the past nothing will get better?\" He asked.

\" I know that,\" she said.

She crossed her arms in front of her chest and leaned against the counter.

\" You didn\'t have to tell me about Draco cause I already knew,\" Ron said. \" I might be foolish sometimes but I\'m not stupid.\"

\" When?\" She asked.

\" Long before you knew how you felt about him,\" he said.

She smoothed back her hair nervously, \" If that\'s true why did you bitch at me when you saw him on the couch?\"

He snerked, \" Let me get over hearing you say \'bitch\' first.\"

She smacked his shoulder and he laughed.

\" I don\'t know. I didn\'t expect Draco to be sleeping on the couch probably,\" he said.

\" Ah,\" she said.


With Draco:

In the pit of his stomach a rock had formed. The gaze he received from the man across from him made the rock feel sharp. Cutting in, making him squirm in his seat. He might no longer feel threatened by his father, but sometimes he reverts back to the way he used to be.

\" I didn\'t see you around earlier Draco,\" Lucius Malfoy cooly said.

Draco poured himself more fire whiskey into his own empty cup, \" I had some matters to attend to Father.\"

\" Did you really?\" Lucius asked, his tone darkening.

Draco found himself tensing up, ready for the assault his father would give him. His father then tossed the Daily Prophet his way. There was a picture of Harry Potter and Virginia \'Ginny\' Weasley during the wedding earlier that day. And Draco\'s face could be seen in the background, smiling as he talked to someone hidden by Harry\'s head.

\" I\'ve humored you on your odd desire to follow Potter around for quite long enough,\" Lucius commented.

\" Last time I recalled, you told me once I turned twenty one I wasn\'t \'you\'re problem\' anymore,\" Draco hissed.

Before Lucius could say anything Narcissa gave him a angry look.

\" I highly sugguest you quit while you can, \" Narcissa told Lucius. \" You did tell him he was on his own at twenty one.\"

Lucius hissed then took a hearty drink from his goblet.

\" I am warning you now,\" He said after setting the goblet down hard on the table. \" You do one thing to tarnish the Malfoy name I will personally make sure you will regret it.\"

Draco narrowed his eyes at his father, \" Not the first time you\'ve threatened me.\"

\" I will make good on this threat. Trust me,\" Lucius growled.

Draco went back to eating as Lucius and his mother began to exchange their now usual arguements.

He let his mind wonder, while he looked mildly interested in the agruement. It’s strange to him now, when he watched them agrue before Draco used to become very upset. Now it just watches, knowing there will be the day that Narciuss would stand up and beat the old man down.

Draco had so many sides to himself, he wondered which one was really him. The expression on his mother’s face got his attention.

\" You hate these muggle born so damn much you forget your place,\" She said.

\" How dare you speak to me in that tone,\" Lucius growled.

Narciuss stood up and glared at him, \" There will be a day you’ll be on your death bed. And I will be the one to smother you to death. Not to put you out of your misery. But to finally get rid of you! I am sick and tired of being beaten down and talked down to by you! You best sleep with one eye open Lucius.\"

Lucius began to chuckle and she stared at him with disbelief, \" You lie worse then a mudblood does.\"

Then without a single warning, Narciuss slapped her husband.

\" If you cherish your life,\" Lucius growled. \" You won’t let yourself have such a outburst again.\"


Note from the author (again): I call this a A.U. fic because I wrote this maybe a year ago, before Order Of The Phoenix or Half Blood Prince was out. If you haven\'t read \'HBP\' you should. XD Um...Yeah... Dunno if I\'ll try writing it this story again, but figured I\'d share with AFF.net.