Draco Malfoy The Disinherited and Very Complicated

AN: Here is Chapter 2 and I hope you enjoy or find it unbearable. Either one I don't care which just leave me a review please. I'll even give you brown sugar

Paigeey07: Chapter 2 as promised it took me all night and most of the morning to crank it out

margaritama: So sorry about that chapter 1 does look a little choppy. I've never been the best with punctuation or grammar and I really have tried to let people beta my work but for some strange reason it irks me to no end. I can't recall or tell you how many times I fiddle with things because I constantly go up against what I know is right and what what my massively tired brain wants it to be. Seriously my teachers loved and hated to grade my work. God forbid I write in ink which was almost everyday in colors that pissed them off like red and purple. They would write little comments like beautifully written but grammar and punctuations a mess. If I do a paid assignment I spend anywhere from a day or months over those two things. My fifth grade math teacher once told me I over think the answer to simple things I already know the answer to or something like that it's been almost ten or eleven years ago now.


He prayed to whatever god out there watching over Harry Potter to keep Hermione safe from his deranged father because he had his eyes set on her and she would need his help to keep her safe.
Draco Malfoy was going to make a big fucking change.

People do not die for us immediately, but remain bathed in a sort of aura of life which bears no relation to true immortality but through which they continue to occupy our thoughts in the same way as when they were alive.  It is as though they were traveling abroad. ~Marcel Proust

I hate me for breathing without you
I don't want to feel anymore for you
Like You~Evanescence


She twisted and turned in the mirror she was bored with her body. She had filled out as she predicted like her mother. Her mother pulled her aside for some girl time where she told her about her grandmother Erma Lovegood. Erma married a her father Theodore Banks when they were in LA they left a home worth a few million and millions in the bank for a simple lifestyle with kids. This intrigued Hermione because not only was she Luna Lovegood's cousin she was apparently the sole heir (well since her mother signed it over to her) of a really big library and millions of dollars. She'd never say anything to her friends well maybe Harry and Ginny. She assumed that Luna already felt the pull of their family's magic.

With the knowledge she came from a line of powerful witches it made her glow from within. Though she her self had become a little jaded and fed up with the world that glow was ever present. In truth she loved the darker side of life if she were going to a muggle school they would have branded her a goth. But she was in Hogwarts were nearly everyone was damn near gothic. Hard not to be with He Who Must Not Be Fucked With Or You'll Die A Most Painful Death looming all over the place threatening to kill every goddamned person that farted wrong and were muggleborn..

She liked a being branded a goth it explained a lot of things in her life. Her attraction to the weird, strange and the truly fucked up. She was marked with it from the day she was conceived her mother loved all thing gothic. She was born with black streaks coming from her temples and from the widow's peak she used to shave off. She wore amber contacts awhile before she learned to change them with magic. Very few people outside of her family the Weasleys and Remus Lupin knew she had blue eyes.

Hellfire blue Remus called them. She remembered so fondly the way he held her breasts in his hands she could see him behind her in the mirror. She held her hair up out of his way the wolf was in charge of him that night and it wanted nothing more than to ravage her. He was truly sexy the growl he emitted from his throat heated and froze the blood within her very veins. Remus was and still is a tortured soul. He just no longer has the scars to show it. Tonks hadn't forgiven him yet about that night and she bared no ill will towards Hermione at all. If only she knew that I enticed him.

Sadness overtook her as she stared at the pictures on the vanity her sister and baby brother smiled up cheerfully. She could remember building sand castles on the beach with Isla the ocean lapping at their little feet. She never though that Isla would die so very young. Isla Rose Granger was born just three years before her. She remembered her mum saying she was born bawling at the last slip of darkness bring on the light. She was the best big sister always looking out for me. The time little Robbie Fenton stole her ice cream and shoved her to the ground Isla was there. She beat the piss out of him badly and from what Hermione heard he never laid a hand on any chocolate chip cookie dough or mint mocha chip. Never ever She always talked to Isla as though she were there with her in the flesh. On several occasions she swore she could hear Isla whenever she talked about boys or school. Isla was always there it was as if she never died. When Isla got her letter of acceptance to Hogwarts she practically floated and Hermione couldn't have been any happier for her.

Hermione picked up her brush and started to brush her hair in quick even strokes. Isla always brushed her hair. ”I always said you have all the colors of the dark and wild woods in your head. Mione.”
“Yes I know.”
”Mione you don't want to do this. Death is not only option... Isla said casually taking the brush from Hermione's hand.
“Well what else is there Isla Ro because I have nothing else! I have no one else.” she whispered the last part to herself.
”What about Ron?”
“What about the bloody two timing wanker!”
“Well what about Harry!? He'll miss you and if it wasn't for you he would be dead by now. And love..
“I love no one! I stopped loving people the day you left me Isla. You left me alone without anyone to talk to. No one who loved me enough to brush my hair to care about my problems. No one to listen to me when I need to rant. No one to love me! No one loves me Isla Ron proved that. You died then baby Perry, Crookshanks, Dad and Mum and who's left just Hermione! I'm alone in this world! I'm alone I'm Alone! I'M ALONE! I AM ALONE! I'm alone You're not really here you're just something my mind's made up all these years to help me cope.”
”You're not alone Hermione! Listen to me please! Don't say such things You're not alone okay I'm here with you.
“Ever the fucking optimist Isla yes you were and you always will be! I live Isla I fucking live! Look at me Isla I bleed.”
”I know I've been trying to stop you distract you from what you were doing.”
Hermione looked down at her hand and in it was a razor. Sweeney Todd razors....I always called them Sweeney Todd razors when ever I saw Daddy shaving with them.
”Oh Hermione my sweet little sister. My sweet sweet dark little sister born from darkness from there you've lain. Has it come to reclaim you again?”

Harry and Snape were growing impatient she should have been there by now. It was dangerous with Deatheaters lurking about everywhere and she was a prime target. They would used her every way possible to get to Harry. Snape grabbed Harry's arm and they apparated to her home what they found a scene of utter chaos. Dirty dishes over flows of rubbish and clothes and that was just the living room the kitchen area was a mind field of broken glass, pizza boxes, hamburger wrappers and liquor bottles that made up the entire house. This was not the home of Hogwarts best and brightest student ever to grace the hall no this was the home of someone who lived in squallier. Harry found his best friend collapsed in a pool of blood on the floor of her bathroom by the tub. “Severus! Hurry she's in here.”

They talked and then they never talked that's the way he liked it ever since that day at the ministry. He was free his mother was free and little Morgana was free they were all free from the name that had held them down so long. The bastard was dead He stared again at the picture of his mother and little Morgana smiling down at the little puppy. She made everything in their little family life seem wonderful. He'd never seen his mother so happy no more sadness in her eyes.

He finished his drawing of the love of childhood and started towards the mirror taking in his appearance. He had change dramatically over the summer he let his hair grow past shoulder length and placed to nice neat black streaks in the front occasionally pulling it all back with black silk hair ties. He pierced his eyebrow and ears loving the silver studs and he hadn't shaved in days nor did he think he needed to or plan to for that matter. He wore dragon skin leather pants with various chains hanging from them and whatever tight shirt he could find grabbing his cigarettes he headed out to make his rounds as Head Boy. What a night he had so far no one in Hogwarts save for the professors had seen the new Malfoy and he shocked the hell out of them. No matter what he'd done to himself there would always be some girl somewhere creaming all over herself for him so he took no notice of the two sixth year Ravenclaws whispering in the dark corner. He turned the last corridor and happened to over hear a group of Gryffindors temptation took hold as he listened in.

“Look Hermione Malfoy isn't really what I want to talk about now...”
“Oh who cares what you want Ronald all I wanted to know was if the little prick was alive or dead now. Do you smell smoke? ”Damn stupid body.” Draco cursed himself for having lit a cigarette he had just started smoking it too. ”Well time now for the big reveal.
“I can assure you of a few things Hermione Granger darling.” he began stepping into full view of the group choosing the side by Hermione that was closest to the open window taking a nice long drag he looked at the Head Girl.
“One the little prick is most definitely alive. Two he is by no means a little prick and you can take that anyway you want it to mean Hermione and three the months no doubt have changed me. I aim to do something good with the name Malfoy and you're going to help with it. Shut your mouth Red it's unbecoming of the only female Weasley.”

“Really and how so? Honestly Ginny you should do as Malfoy says and close your mouth.” She cast he eyes over to him where she saw him at home perched on the window sill like a cat swearing she could see some dark blonde chest hairs as he took another long drag off what appeared to be her favorite brand of muggle cigarette.

“Because for so long I've long to change and be who I really am end all the bullshit. Pureblood this and Pureblood that it's really a fucking sickness you know a disease that tries to burrow under you skin and take you over.” He took lose his hair tie and wrapped it around his wrist while running his fingers through his hair. “Haven't you ever longed to do something because you wanted to do it not because you were forced or manipulated Hermione?” He damn near purred her name.

“Tell me haven't you ever?” Just when the hell did he get so close to her she wasn't so sure but she was sure of what was to come. He brought his mouth down on hers in a fierce passionate kiss trying to convey every little emotion she ever caused in him with just the used of his lips and tongue. He only pulled away from her after he could no longer breathe.

“You....why?” she said gently touching her freshly snogged lips. She became enraged when she saw the casual way he shrugged his shoulders and he laughed. Oh his rich baritone laughter.

“What are you playing at Malfoy?” Ron had turned as red as his hair while Ginny looked as though she were in a romantic heaven. “Playing at? I'm not playing at nothing Weasley oh by the by I should thank you and you family you've done something for me that I've been afraid to do my whole life. Your father killed the old bastard for me! I've never felt better now let's get down to it. I think I'll give your family one million galleons no wait ten. “Nope not satisfactory enough we need to send the Weasley kids to come the best cause gods know there's a whole heap and Red and Potter are no exception to the Weasley rule. One hundred million galleons! That's it Weasley it done.” He pulled a strand of hair from his head and transfigured it into a parchment and quill then rolled it up and stuck it out the window. A beautiful falcon proudly appeared before him sticking out its chest a great deal. “Rufio take this to Gringotts at once for me.” He whirled back to Hermione and took her face in his hands giving her the impression that he was going to kiss her again. Leaning in he watched her reaction she wanted him to kiss her again. “To answer your question Ms. Granger I did so because I wanted to.” He merrily strolled off into the night without the slightest glance backwards and she could only pray that he had found sleep before she reached the Heads common room.