Weapon

Disclaimer: Harry Potter isn’t my property. Never was. This plot is mine though.

Author’s Notes: This story is getting stranger and stranger as I write.


Chapter 6: The Worst Is Yet To Come


Draco attention was stirred as his bed shifted. He looked to see who had stirred him and found Crookshanks staring back at him.

\" I did not invite you in,\" Draco said. \" So don’t even make yourself comfortable.\"

\" It’s a package deal,\" A voice said.

Draco sat up in time to see Hermione walk into the bedroom. She wore a heavy purple velvet robe and had two goblets of something steamy in her hands.

\" You kick the cat out and I’ll go back to my room,\" She commented.

She sat down on the side of the bed and gave Draco one of the goblets. He took a sip and leaned back into the bed, letting himself sink into the soft pillows.

\" Something’s wrong,\" She said.

He raised an eyebrow, \" What makes you say that?\"

\" I don’t know,\" She said. \" It’s like you’re having a war inside yourself or something.\"

\" Maybe I am,\" Draco said.

Crookshanks came over and curled up in Draco’s lap. He gave the cat a light pat on the head.

Hermione got up and put her goblet on the bedside table then slipped off her heavy robe. Spite the fancy velvet robe she wore a thin strapped tank top and baggy silk pj pants underneath it.

\" And what do you think you’re doing?\" He asked.

\" Joining you in bed,\" She said. \" Or does that intimidate you?\"

He didn’t say anything, just watched as she pulled back the silky sheets and crawled up beside him. She then blew out the candles on the bedside table and settled into bed.

\" What’s in this goblet anyways?\" Draco finally asked.

\" Dreamless potion,\" Hermione said. \" I’ve been having strange dreams lately and I just want to sleep without waking up feelin’ like I’ve ran a marathon.\"

Draco took another drink from his goblet.

\" Albus found me earlier,\" She said.

\" You woke up thinking it’s Friday again didn’t you?\" Draco asked.

\" Yes,\" she said. \" He and I had a little chat this morning in his office. I got some good news.\"

\" That’s good,\" Draco asked. \" What was it?\"

\" Severus is coming back in two weeks,\" Herimone said.

Draco hmmed to himself and finished what potion was left in his goblet.

\" Did he say where Severus went?\" He asked.

Hermione shook her head, \" He didn’t. You know where he went?\"

\" Maybe,\" Draco said.

\" Albus let me in on something else,\" she said.

Draco moved to lay down on his side so he could watch her as she talked. He found Hermione in the same position as him. She had her head proped up with her hand, mirroring his pose.

\" He knew about our relationship in our last year,\" she said. \" He even said he expected that the two of us were sharing a room here.\"

\" And I’m sure you told him that we weren’t comfortable enough for that,\" he said.

\" Yes,\" She said.

\" And that’s why you came into my room?\" He asked.

\" Maybe,\" She replied. \" I miss you enough to want to be close as I can to you.\"

Before he realized what he was doing, Draco reached over and took her into his arms. She gave a sigh of contentment and buried her face into his chest, while he let his chin rest just alittle above his head.

It started as a tingle in his legs, then it grew in intensity as it went up his legs. A sensation he knew very well. The warm prickly feeling of his ‘other’ side.

\" I heard you last night,\" She whispered.

Draco felt his heart go into his mouth. The prickly feeling had gone into his chest and surged through his arms.

\" What all did you hear?\" He asked quietly.

\" What sounded like you crying,\" She said.

He felt her fingers snake into his hair and he felt her lips on the underside of his chin. Her lips felt cold as she placed a light kiss there.

\" Why were you crying?\" she asked.

He tried to come up with some kind of lie to tell her, but he couldn’t fantom the idea of lying to her.

\" It’s complicated,\" he said. \" There’s some part of my family that we aren’t proud of, but deal with just the same.\"

\" Okay,\" She said.

\" One of the reasons why nearly all of the Malfoy’s have white blonde hair is because of the Veela blood,\" Draco said. \" We haven’t traced where the Veela was introduced into the bloodline, but it leavs it’s mark. When we reach a certain part of our life a change begans and we have no choice but to let it happen.\"

He felt her become very still, \" Is that why your Father is the way he is?\"

\" Yes,\" Draco said. \" And the reason I stopped calling him ‘Dad’ and changed it to ‘Father’.\"

\" I studied Veelas last year,\" She said. \" There’s so little information on any ‘half breed’ Veelas.\"

\" It’s not that I don’t trust you,\" Draco said. \" But please don’t let anyone else learn about this.\"

\" Family secrets eh?\" She asked.

\" Yes,\" he said.

He felt her lightly skim her fingers up his lower back, sending little sparks up his spine. In a strange way it was both comforting and seductive at the same time.

\" Everyone has secrets,\" She said. \" Just like everyone has nightmares and dreams that make them wonder if they’re going crazy.\"

The potion she brought had made his vision hazy. And before they knew it they were both given into the sleep they had been craving.


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Draco’s body gave a jerk as he woke up. He sat up in bed and tried to shake the feeling that had taken over him. It was a familiar one to him. Every time Voldermort and come to the Malfoy Manor Draco would feel like his blood was running backwards in his veins. He reached out to wake Hermione up and found her gone. Her side of the bed was still warm.

He slipped out of bed and made his way across his small ‘common’ room and out of one of the many secret entrances that led to the stairs. When he made it to the moody staircase everything seemed out of sync. All the portaits that once covered all the walls were ripped apart. Strange black and red splatters were on the walls, and glittered as Draco passed them. He began to run down the stairs, his mind letting memory lead him to the main hallway.

His bare feet began to sting as he bolted towards the Great Hall. Mind reeling with the ‘what if’ thoughts.

He forced the tall heavy doors open and found the hall empty of all the tables. All but for the main table the teachers ate at. The air was thick and heavy, making Draco nearly gasp for air. The figures who sat at that one remaining table all wore black capes, faces hidden by hoods. In the seat where Dumbledore should of sat was someone else. That someone else pointed his wand towards Draco.

\" You will show me RESPECT!\" The wizard growled.

He muttered a spell that made Draco go down on one knee, wincing. Draco glared back at the wizard. He knew the wizard’s voice and knew what will come next.

\" You don’t take no for a answer do you?\" Draco asked.

The wizard snaked around the table and made his way towards Draco. In a flash one scarred hand clenched Draco’s pale face and tightened around his jaw. He stared back at his attacker, seeing the familiar eyes of his Father.

\" I will give you once last chance to join us,\" His father replied. \" Just one. If you refuse I will kill you.\"

Draco felt something move underneath his skin. Like there was creature trying to come out. He could feel extreme heat on his face, like being next to a roaring fire. Lucius let go of his face, staring at the hand he had on Draco. The palm and fingers of that one hand was heavily burned. Draco stared for a moment, trying to figure out what was going on. Then it clicked in his mind.

\" You’re a fucking fool,\" Draco said. \" You’ve become a host for him!\"

Lucius Malfoy blinked, and when his eyes opened again Red had replaced the steel blue color.

\" You will join us,\" Lucius/Voldermort said.

Draco put a hand to his waist, expecting to find his wand. His hands came up empty. Forgetting he was in just sleeping pants.

\" Eat shit and Die!\" Another voice roared.

Draco watched as Lucius’ gaze turned wider. A large green ball of fire came hurdling across the hall and Draco ducked. The ball only barely nicked his back before hitting Lucius in the chest. Draco turned around to see who had sent the spell and found not only Hermione, but Harry and Ron. All three wore solid black quidditch uniforms. Harry had his wand pointed at Lucius.

\" Now isn’t this sweet,\" Lucius said.

Draco’s heart went into his mouth as Hermione stepped forward. Lightening from the enchanted ceiling accented her steps. She also took out her own wand.

\" You won’t have him,\" She growled. \" No matter how hard you try he’ll never join your stupid parade.\"

Lucius brought his wand back, sucking air through clenched teeth. Hermione braced herself as black fire erupt from Lucius’ wand. When it hit the fire was spread all the winds, like she had some bubble around herself. She then stood up normally after the fire passed.

\" The four of us are stronger then you can ever be,\" Herimone said. \" We have something you don’t.\"

Draco felt his pulse began to race.

\" And what do you think that is?\" Lucius asked.

\" Love,\" Hermione said. \" Something that you yourself will never know.\"

His vision began to blur and Draco felt himself fall backwards.


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\" Draco?\" A distant voice asked.

He blinked to see a worried Hermione looking down at him. She had one small hand to his face and the other on his chest.
He touched the hand on his face and found a protective glove on it. He then looked around the room and noticed Harry wearing the same Black quidditch uniform Hermione had on.

\" I mixed the potion up wrong,\" She said. \" You alright?\"

Draco swallowed, \" You mean to tell me that whole confrontation with Lucius wasn’t real?\"

Hermione glanced back at Harry.

\" It was real,\" She said.

This sent his mind reeling again.

\" Everyone’s fine,\" Harry said. \" Lucius wasn’t able to get to them. Counting that it’s the Christmas holiday and nearly all the students aren’t here.\"

\" This is fucked up,\" Draco said.

\" There’s more,\" Hermione said.

\" What else?\" He asked.

\" You’ve been out cold for around two weeks,\" she said.

Draco got up out of bed and went to the guilded mirror nearby. Staring back at him was a sight that startled him. What felt was the morning before he had shaved, now there was a enough white blonde facial hair to make it hard for him to recongize his own reflection. Even his hair seemed longer.

\" And Voldermort’s returned,\" Harry said. \" This time using a host. I’m sure you don’t need to be reminded who the host is.\"

\" Trust me I don’t,\" Draco said. \" Snape’s returned right?\"

Hermione gave a slow nod, \" Yes. He’s the one who warned us about Voldermort. So we tried our best not to let Voldermort find out you’re here.\"

Draco glared daggers at Hermione, \" You didn’t mix that potion wrong. You intentionally gave me a sleeping draught instead of dreamless potion.\"

\" Yes,\" She said. \" Please you must understand….\"

He cut her off, \" What makes you think I can’t handle my own Father?\"

\" You’re in full swing of your transformation Draco. You could barely defend yourself in the Great Hall against him,\" she said.

Draco gave a groan of frustration, \" For gods sake!\"

\" I nearly got my ass *KILLED* and you don’t even thank me for it?\" Hermione nearly screamed.

Harry looked for a means of escape before this exchange could come to blows.

\" Has it occured to you that maybe, just maybe I acted weak so I can catch him off guard?\" Draco yelled back.

She got into his face, \" Well, has it occured *to you* that maybe I love you. And maybe I’m not stupid enough to let you risk your neck when you’re life’s at stake?\"

His expression softened slightly and the comment he was about to make faded away.

\" You love me?\" He finally asked.

\" Yes,\" She said.

Ironically, this was the second time Draco ended up fainting in the prestence of Hermione and Harry.

\" He took that well,\" Harry mused.