His only Need

Because of their work for the Order Hermione and Draco had left Hogwarts and moved to Grimmauld Place, where they would be tutored in Defence Against the Dark Arts, martial arts and other necessary skills an Order member would need to know.

Other than Hermione and Draco, Harry, Ron and some of the older Order members also lived in the house. The four youngest had to train and work together. It was during one of these sessions of martial arts the tension between Ron and Draco went a little too far.

Harry and Ron had just left the kitchen after lunch and were heading towards the training hall, when they heard laughing and squealing coming from the room.

Ron came to a sudden halt, looking like someone had smacked him in the face. Harry looked at his friend, feeling sorry for him. Then slowly shaking his head, he muttered, “Come on, Ron,” and actually dragged him towards the room.

“I hate him.” Ron said, poison dripping from his words. He knew he had been the one that ended his and Hermione’s relationship because it felt awkward kissing his best friend. But he really, REALLY hated that fact that Malfoy was the one kissing her and making her giggle now. He felt like someone had violated his property and the feeling of wanting to stop Malfoy before he did any more damage had just grown even bigger after having to live with and breathe the same air as Ferret-boy.

The house suddenly went quiet. Ron thinking the worse ran the last couple of feet to the door, his wand ready, but what he saw entering the room made his heart drop. Malfoy was on top of Hermione, holding her hands above her head; his eyes closed kissing her and being kissed return, with his hips moved slowly in a steady pace, though still dressed, it made Hermione tremble with lust and promised her more of the same later.

“YOU! Get off of her or I’ll make you!” Ron shouted at the top of his lungs and without thinking it through cast a blasting charm, sending Draco flying through the room, hitting the wall with a loud BANG, shocked eyes glaring at Ron as he fell to the floor.

“RON! WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU?” Hermione screamed and ran over to Draco, his light grey eyes turning dark and scary.

“You want a piece of me, Weasley?” Draco coldly whispered, going for his own wand and pulling Hermione behind him, protecting her from an apparently insane Ron.

Harry jumped between them pointing his wand from one to the other. “Now you two… behave! And put your wands away… NOW!” He spoke in a very determined voice, wondering what made Ron snap like that.


There they stood when Tonks and Lupin walked into the room. “What have we here, then?” Lupin’s raised his eyebrows trying to figure this one out. Tonks just shook her head. “A bad case of teenage-hormones is my guess. Boys put your wands down or I’ll hex them out of you hands,” she said with a smile, but the look in her eyes told them that she meant it.
Lupin looked at Ron; whose face was as red as his hair. Then at Draco; whose eyes were almost black with fury. Then to Harry who looked back at him smiling and raising his shoulders to show that he didn’t have a clue what had triggered all this. And then finally at Hermione who looked as she was in shock, but also very angry.

“Will one of you please try to explain what happened here, and why you’re trying to kill one another rather than helping each other in getting stronger so TOGETHER we can defeat Voldemort?” Lupin’s normally soft voice was radiating anger.

“Remus, don’t you think it’s obvious?” Tonks said smiling. “Jealousy is a dangerous ally… makes you do all sorts of stupid things, blurring your mind. You should know!” Lupin coughed and rolled his eyes.

“But he dumped ME!” Hermione cried out, "That means he doesn’t have a say in who I’m dating or not!” She shuddered with a mix of anger and hurt pride.

Ron stared at the floor, too embarrassed to even look her in the eyes and when he finally had the courage, his eyes met Draco’s instead and the bastard was smirking. Ron's anger bubbled inside of his stomach.

Draco somewhat enjoyed Hermione telling Ron off and couldn’t help but smile. She was really attractive when her eyes shot fire like that. He had always thought that, but knew it wasn’t fun being the one making her that angry. He almost felt sorry for Weasel.

“I don’t trust him… he’ll hurt you ‘Mione”, Ron mumbled sadly, casting a fuming stare at Draco as he left the room. “I’ll go after him.” Harry looked at Hermione and said, “He still loves you, you know. It’s hard on him seen you two together. He’ll get over it.” Then he turned to Draco. “I think you’ve changed, but I don’t completely trust you. However, if Hermione cares for you, I’ll accept it. But know I’ll kill you if you hurt her! She's like a sister to me and I don’t have a lot of family you know!” Then he went after Ron.

The adults looked at each other, realizing that the teens were more mature then they had been at the same age. War had away of doing that to people, Tonks thought, as she was not much older than the four.




Hermione was walking back and forth in a fast tempo, fuming in anger, muttering curses that surprised even Draco, who has leaning against the wall next to the window looking down to the street below.

“That… that rotten little… How dare he… He dumped me… I’ll…. I’ll turn him in to a piñata and then beat the shit out of him.”

Draco just smiled, her temper was Slytherin worthy, then he walked slowly up to her, taking her in his arms and whispered, “Why do you even care what Weasley thinks of me?” He gently stroked her back. “He is just sour that he threw the most wonderful, beautiful girl in the world away,” and kissed the top of her head.

She looked at him with curiosity written across her face. “You really think I’m beautiful?”
He just nodded, letting a finger slide from her forehead down to her chin lifting it up and placed his lips on hers, first lightly, then more demanding, moaning almost silently when he felt her tongue gently sliding over his lips. Damn he wanted her. He was very conscious that he was growing hard.

He stepped back trying to catch his breath, his eyes glowing with desire. Looking at her he could see that she wasn’t untouched by the kiss, her cheeks burning, eyes half closed, mouth slightly open, trying to catch her breath as well. He wanted her so bad, but didn’t want to ruin their relationship by forcing himself on her.

She took a step towards him, placing her arm around his neck dragging his lips back to hers then, boldly, she bit down on his lower lip, making him gasp in pain and hunger for more. She could feel his desire and by the look of his pants they were about to burst. She smirked at him, pushed her self away from him, a naughty look in her eyes. “Time for dinner, we can’t let them wait,” then she turned to the door and went out, struggling not to bend over in laugher.

Draco’s mouth dropped. She… she couldn’t be serious… She couldn’t leave him there… Like this!!! Groaning in disbelieve, he tried to get control of himself, before he followed her down the stairs… Oh, if this was how she wanted it, she wouldn’t know what hit her! He was well accomplished in the game of seduction. “Bring it on, beautiful,” he thought to him self, grinning. This was going to be fun.

As he entered the kitchen, his eyes searching for Hermione, he bumped in to Ron. “Bloody Hell, Ferret. Look where you’re going!” Draco just sent him a sneer, wanting to get past him. “Hey, Malfoy, maybe we better have a talk ‘bout what happened earlier.” Ron looked like he hated this just as much as Draco did, but Draco nodded.
“After supper. Training hall. Be there, Weasley, it’s a once in a lifetime opportunity.” They sat down, Draco’s mood bad and every thought of lust and desire gone.

When Hermione smiled at him, not having seen the boys before, he just looked away, making Hermione think that she had crossed the line teasing him in her room. She felt a lump in her throat and lost all her appetite. Had she ruined it all, her eyes fogging with tears, she had just wanted to have a little harmless fun. Had she hurt his pride? She knew he was very proud of his power over women, but she hadn’t meant anything by it. She sat there feeling stupid and poking the food on her dish.

When dinner was over Hermione saw that Draco AND Ron left in a hurry, Draco with a determined expression on his face. “This can’t be good!” She waved to Harry to follow her knowing that she hadn’t a chance alone if they were about to fight it out.

They slowly walked towards the training hall, listening for noises that indicated that there was a fight going on, but only heard quiet voices.

“…. stupid I know!” Ron’s voice said.
“Yes, very stupid!” Draco’s voice answered. Then with a desperate voice “WHY don’t you trust me? What more do I have to do, to show you and the rest of this fucking Order, that I would gladly be the one to end Voldemort’s rein of terror?” They heard someone pacing forth and back in the room. “You want to see the scars that crazy son of a bitch imprinted my body with?” Draco’s voice cracked as if he was about to break down and cry.

“I know I have been a pain in the neck all through school and I can’t change that. But why won’t you let me TRY to change my future?” His voice was practically begging. “Can’t I get a second chance? Can’t I get a chance to prove that I’m sorry for being an ignorant brat, just doing what he was told?” A sound of something hitting the floor was heard.

Hermione and Harry stood in the doorway, looking on in disbelief and their facial expressions matched that of Ron.

Ron, embarrassed that he seemed to be the cause of Draco's mental-meltdown, patted Draco on his back. Draco was sitting on his knees, his head bent over, gasping, fighting the tears that where threatening to start falling. “Ehmmm… Didn’t know… Ehmmm… Malfoy… Are you all right?”

The trio had all thought that Draco was going to hex Ron into the next millennium; they weren’t really prepared to deal with a Draco going through a guilt trip. Ron looked desperately at Hermione for help, panic flashing in his eyes.

Harry muttered, “He finally snapped?” He looked as his previous foe with a mixture of sympathy, horror and a small amount of nausea. It didn’t suit Draco been such a mess! “Are you alright there, Draco?” he asked. Draco raising his head stared at Harry, panic now flashing in HIS eyes.

“How much of this have you seen?” His panicked gaze moving from Hermione to Harry. When they didn’t answer he shut his eyes and growled “Great!” He jumped to his feet and stormed pass Harry and Hermione who just stared after him. Ron whispered, “That what a bit scary, don’t you think?” They both just nodded.

“Should I go after him?” Hermione slowly asked, still staring down the path that Draco had gone, tipping side tables, chairs and pedestals on his way, not completely sure she wanted to right now. The boys just shook their heads, Ron now standing in the doorway staring down the hallway with the two others.

The rest of the day Draco stayed in his room cursing himself and pounding himself in the head on occasion for being SO embarrassing. Why did he have to have a mental break down, and in front of the golden trio?! MAAAAAN, they were never going to let him forget this one! Fuck. He flushed a pretty pink… Sooooo embarrassing. “Please kill me now!” he groaned, hiding his face in a pillow.