Pass It On

Chapter Eight:

* I'll Be
Your Crying Shoulder.
I'll Be
Loves suicide.
I'll Be
Better When I'm Older
I'll Be
The Greatest Fan Of Your Life*
-Ed McCain : Greatest Fan Of Your Life

Lucius sat there with a grin etching his features.

He'd seen it change, and he was alot more than happy because of that fact.

The stupid little Mudlood knew nothing. He knew he could throw her off with a twist of words, and now she need never guess the real reason for his plan.

His son, on the other hand...well...that was a different matter. He did not need to be told the real reason for his fathers plans.

Somethings were just better left unsaid.

But now the prophesy was changed, and the Mudblood's life would never be how it was written.

He did wonder how the new words would actually work to fit her new life...as curiousity was always a Malfoy Family weakness.

# Try as it might,
The truth,
It cannot lie.
The Life Of Pergatory Shall Sway Her,
And Here She Shall collide.
Only He Can Turn Her,
Make Her His New Right Hand.
This Shall Make Her Stronger,
This Is Her Only Chance #

It was a funny old world really...change one thing, and the rest of your life is also put in the balance.

Not that he really cared.

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Draco got back into his own room as quickly as he could, running half naked along the corridors, making sure no one was behind or infront of him as he did so.

To say that he was ashamed of himself was an understatement...he felt repulsed by his actions. He had never been put into a situation where he was completely to blame, before...and this scared him slightly.

*She's going to KILL me when she finds out* He thought desperately as he made his way into the head girl room, and collapsed onto the maroon couch, putting his arm over his eyes in defeat.

*And what predicament could you possibly be in to make me want to prise your head from your body, Malfoy?* Granger's overly tired voice came into his head. He groaned outloud. He didnt even have the privacy of talking inside his own mind anymore!
*Its nothing that can't wait until morning, woman* His mind was racing with feelings and thoughs, and yet he was trying to hide truth from her at the same time...if he told her then there was no chance of him getting his own body back in one peice.

*Feeling guilty Malfoy?* She asked him irritatedly.

Did she know?

*Know what?* She asked him curiously. *So something DID happen?...did Harry and Ron take you to bed last night?*


*They wish!* Draco laughed, making a joke out of it...that was all he could do at that moment in time, really.

*So what then?* Hermione asked him, her voice now demanding the answer.

But Draco couldn't bring himself to say it. He never thought he could actually feel guilt this heavy...especially about something to do with the cursed Mudblood.

*I just remember ALOT of embarrassing things about last night, thats all*

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" 'Mione! You're so very much the person that I wanted to see!"

Draco rolled his eyes and grinned evilly at his not so-best friend, noting that his wirey black hair was more ruffled than usual, looking as though he'd just that minute got out of bed.

" Oh, really?" Draco asked snidely, still walking down the corridor on his way to Advanced Defence Against The Dark Arts.


" Yeah. You know, I kinda had a problem with the Arithmancy" Harry admitted, finally catching up with his friend as he walked with 'her' to their next class. He noticed the pace at which Hermione walked, and noticed the muscles beneath her robes that seemed to tense, as if he presence wasn't wanted.


" Uh, which part?" Draco kept up with his pace, wanting to catch Granger before he got to the lesson. The letter she'd given him from his father this morning had been more than a little weird when he had read it.


" The Arithmancy" Harry laughed when he said this, but as he saw his friends eyes roll, he shut himself up and went into begging mode. "Can you help me out tonight, pleeeease, be my study buddy?"


This was new...Harry Potter begging. He probably had to beg girls to go out with him, too " Well, what's in it for me?"


" A shiny Sickel!" Harry said quickly, beaming.


" Do you have 'Theories in The Bio-mass of the escapeology theory'?" A sickel...what did the pot-head take him for?
"You should check it out."


" Check it out?" Harry asked her, confused.


" From the library? Where the books live..."


" Right, I'm there! See, I wanna change... " Harry opened the door for his friend as the entered the classroom and took their seats.

Malfoy tried to ignore both weasel and Potter, but it was no use as now they were BOTH begging him to help the study. He had to admit that it was funny seeing them like this...pratically begging on their hands and knees...but then again he didnt want to waste the night just being 'dictionary of words for the underknowledged wizard'.


Plus...he needed to keep a low profile at the moment, as Ernie Mcmillan was looking around the castle for him, hell bent on a reason for why 'Hermione' left his bed so early in the morning...and if Granger got a whiff of something 'so-not-like-her' going on, then she would flip out completely.

"So??? What do you say, 'mione? ...you going to help us?"

Draco sighed. He was stuck. Did he really want to be rutted up with these two idiots for a whole night, helping their gnat sized brains figure out things they should of learned in the first year?


As Hermione entered the classroom, Harry glared at him. This was nothing new. But Hermione stamping on his foot deffinately was!

"Ouch! What the hell was that for?!" Harry asked her, picking up his shoe covered foot, and inspecting it for damage.

Draco smirked evilly. "Sowwy..." He pouted, making a puppy-dog face. "My foot slipped"

Harry ignored her for the rest of the lesson.

"Class, this is a most important matter, and i must stress that you should be able to figure this out for yourselves...but with the Bennington Ball comming up at Hogwarts, for fifth years and above, i must stress the importance of you comming up with ideas for the proceedings"

The classroom was suddenly alight with excitement, and Parvati Patil was suddenly sitting right next to Draco, as though she had apparated there.

*Don't be so silly, i've told you god knows how many times that you cannot apparate into Hogwarts... has ANYONE in this school read Hogwarts: A History?!* Came Grangers exasperated voice in his head.

*First of all* Malfoy replied in an annoyed voice. *It was a figure of bloody speach... and Second of all I don't think i'll ever need to read the bloody book, because you seem to tell it to me word for word anyway!*

*And for about five minutes the otherday I actually thought you were capable of acting like a normal human being...how wrong i was* She told him snidely, looking at him from the back of the class, where his miserable croanies were sitting with her, trying to work up the courage to ask some dog-faced Slytherin's to the ball.

*Your not wrong...I'm not human* He said seriously. *I'm immortal...*


*No, your full of yourself!*

*You wish you were full of me*

*What? What are you talking abo-oh!....Ewwwwwwww! Malfoy!*

He sniggered, and then looked behind him, and saw the look of repulsion on his own face.

*The day i let you 'In' is the day that hell freezes over* She said grumpily.

*So sometime soon, then?*

Parvati was giving 'Hermione' odd looks. What was with the facial expressions? Hermione was getting weirder and weirder as the days went by!

*I need to ask you something serious, anyway* Malfoy said alot more edgily this time.

*What? You want to ask me something that won't turn out to be a complete joke on your part, and eventually drive me crazy?*

*Just shut up and listen* He said, always too hotheaded to bother with patience. *My father said in his letter that he spoke to 'you' at the ball...only I was that drunk that I can't remember it. Did I do anything embarrassing infront of him?*

*It wasn't you he spoke to, it was me...in your body* Hermione's eyes suddenly widened. Lucius Malfoy DID know!!

Draco felt a dead weight in his stomach. He'd just given the whole game up... he could either admit that, or find a quick way out of it. Why did he have to be so stupid and snoop around? Why couldn't he do things normally, instead of dropping himself in it at usual?

*Your father knows, Malfoy! You need to tell him so I can get my body back!* Hermione's voice sounded excited.

Draco thought fast. *No, it was me he spoke to that night. I remember, just as i was leaving...* He thought of something to say, so as not to sound like he really was making it up. *...He glared at me because i knocked into him. He told me i was filth, and that i should get away from him*


Hermione thought for a minute *But i kept my eye on you all night*

Draco was not one to let things like this make him hesitate. He was a Malfoy, after all...cool under pressure.

*Not at the end you didn't, when you were looking for me. I was on my way out of the door, I only remember it now because of the way he glared at me...like i was not his son* Draco was grinning to himself. That was one GOOD save he'd made for himself.

Hermione digested the information. Either Malfoy was telling a pack of lies -as usual- or he was actually telling her the truth. She had a good mind to not believe him...but he wanted to be out of her body, just as desperately as she wanted to get out of his...she didn't know what to believe anymore.

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Draco stared at the ceiling. Granger hadn't spoken since their last class, and since there was nothing else to do that night, he actually considered helping the two most loathsome members of his year with their homework. But after much consideration he turned them down, deciding to get an 'early' night instead.

That was five hours ago, and now it was three in the morning.

His father's letter had really confused him, because he didn't know what to make of it. He reached over to his side and pulled a piece of parchment from his bedside cabinet.

*
Draco,
The deed is half way there.
One section is complete...Thankyou for your part in THAT department.
I will still need information as regarding Mr. Potter...I do sincerely hope you
can supply it.
Do not fail me, and keep strong, boy.
A Malfoy succeeds in all that he does.
All shall become clear in time.

Yours Sincerely.
Lucius.
*

What deed? What had he done to make anything possible?

*The bastard has a knack for confusing me* He thought idly.

*The problem with you is; You have too many thoughts, and you can't seem to control which one you want to think about!* Came an overly-tired voice in his mind.

She finally came out of her angry stupur, then.

*No i have not!* She said defensively. *I'm just pissed off with the fact that you can't keep your thoughts to yourself...literally! You bombarding MY brain with your thoughts because you have too many for your own good!*

*Well stop listening then!* He said, turning on his side and putting a pillow over his ears, expecting to shut out the noise she was causing in his brain.

*I can't* She said sourly. *Besides...some of these are quite interesting...*

Malfoy started to panick. *What do you mean? Interesting?*

Hermione laughed. *Did you really think Mallicent Bullstrode was nice looking in second year?!*

Draco glared and tore the pillow from his head. He really considered knocking his head against the wall...it would knock him out and hurt like hell...but atleast then he wouldn't have to hear her all night long.

*Oh my god! You and Hannah Abbot in sixth year?! You kept that quiet!!* She was almost shrieking with laughter now, and it was grating on his nerves.

*Shut it. It was along time ago, and i feel nothing for anyone anymore. Now bugger off and let me get some sleep* He said moodily, closing his eyes and feeling sleep call to him.

*ooooooh .... Someone has a crush on Lavendar Brown....*

Draco's eyes flew open.

he hit his forehead reapeatedly with the palm of his hand...this was going to be a long night.

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Draco couldn't take it anymore. He needed to do something about the hunger that consumed him, just watching her standing there opposite him, her eyes melting the icy barrier surrounding his heart. So he decided upon his ultimately sacrifical decision, and yanked Granger to him and kissed her.

He pushed past her lips and teeth to plunder her mouth with his tongue. He could hear her heartbeat rapidly pounding beneath her skin, calling to him. Weaving a hand into her blondy-brown, curly, long hair, Draco held her close kissing them both senseless.

Hermione moaned and gave into the kiss. This had been what she really wanted to do. Allowing no one to come close to her had taken its toll on her. She craved physical contact, which is why she was standing in the middle of the Great Hall being thoroughly kissed by her mortal enemy.

Draco finally broke the kiss, letting Hermione catch her breath. Not hesitating, he took her hand and led her back to his dorm room, which was close by.

They didn't care about the people who were viewing them, their shocked expressions twisting their faces. None of them mattered...there was only room in their own private world for two...themselves.

Draco pulled her to him so tightly she couldn’t breathe. His hands clutched at her, tangling in Hermione's hair and holding her to him. His mouth met hers with a bruising hunger.

Draco's mouth was predatory, nipping, sipping, plucking at her tender skin. He didn’t wait for an invitation to invade, but sought her tongue with hard strokes. Hermione gasped and fought for balance, even in his tight grasp. She arched closer, his body oddly cooling her hot one.

"You want a reason for this?" Draco grated out, his mouth at her ear, his hand sliding up to cup a breast. "I’m bewitched. Damn it, I know better, but all I’ve been thinking of is doing this."

Lighting splintered in her with his hungry touch, the torment of his hands on her. hermione's mind whirled with light and darkness and need. She opened her mouth and kissed Draco's neck, reveling in the coolness of his skin.

"I’ve tried so hard to stay away," Draco growled into her throat, spilling chills with his tongue. "Taken enough cold showers to dry the whole of bloody Hogwarts Lake up…"

Hermione nodded, panting, sinking into his touch. "I know…"

"Walked away when no sane man would…"

"I -" his mouth was working lower, tasting her neck and collarbone. "-know…."

Draco moved back, only to divest Hermione of her school shirt and bra. Hermione bit her lip as she watched him remove his own shirt.

"I've tried being mad at you for three years...Ever since you showed up looking like a bloody goddess at that Yule Ball in fourth Year...I wanted you so badly then...but i had no idea how much worse the lust could really get. It ate away at me"

She couldn’t even nod. She understood every word he sed, agreeing with him on every syllable he spoke. She felt the same lust for him, and it had built up into an inferno of emotions that she could not quite comprehend.

Draco's hand had reached out to caress her nipple. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t hold still. But she couldn’t stand up anymore, either.

"Draco-"

Somewhere in the depths of his hunger Draco must have heard the desperate note to her voice. Pulling himself together, he held where he was, his hand at her breast, his arm circling her waist.

When he lifted his eyes to hers, Hermione was halted by the volcano she’d unleashed. A molten energy, a voracious thirst that had only flickered in warning before, now glowed from his lust-deprived, icy eyes.

Sweeping Hermione into his arms, Draco carried her to the bed and sat down, settling her back against his body onto his lap. "I don’t know what to do with you," he said, his hands lifting once again to her hair. Wrapping his hands in it, lifting it from her neck, he brought his face to hers. "You wouldn’t know a wolf if it bit you."

The Gryffinor know-it-all wanted to move. She wanted to run far from the pleasure coursing through her body. Instead, she let herself be kissed thoroughly and deeply. Her own hands were on Malfoy's shoulders, shoulders like concrete, like tensile steel that bent with terrible pressure.

Their tongues parried and parted. Teeth nipped and tested. Soft groans of hunger mingled and passion built.

"I should let you walk away…while I have a chance…"

Granger felt Malfoy's hand fall again, felt it find her breast and knead it. She pressed into his touch, hungry and aching for him. She twisted in his hold so that she could arch against his cold chest. Her hands began to wander, hungered for the touch of his cool skin. His hands commanded.

"I should make you go…"

Hermione gasped, her head back, as Draco nipped her throat.

"You should shut up," The witch advised, breathlessly.

Draco chuckled against her throat, a deep growl of pleasure, of surprise and hunger. Hermione pulled his head down to her. He slid a hand down her belly, over her thighs, her knees, his mouth still marking a passage along her throat.

A fire burned in her belly and slid into her legs, following the path of his hands. She arched so that Malfoy would turn his attention to her aching breasts.

He did, cupping a breast in his hand, weighing it, caressing it. Pleasure tightened in Hermione and she fought for air. Her head fell back, her eyes closed. She felt Draco take her breast in his mouth and she groaned.

Desire flared in her. His tongue stirred it into near frenzy. Hermione felt her legs melting, her limbs shattering. She clutched at him, rocked in his arms, hummed with the surprise of it. She begged him with her hands and her cries and her body, and he answered by slipping his fingers beneath the material of her school skirt, seeking out her fire.

Abruptly, Malfoy pulled away. Hermione stiffened, ready to protest, only to feel herself spun around to face him, to feel her skirt slide from her body and find herself fitted neatly straddling against Malfoys hips.

His pants were gone, too. She didn’t know how he’d done it. She didn’t really care. Her body sang with the proximity. The blond Slytherin wasn’t smiling. His eyes were fierce and dark and hungry. Hermione shivered with the thrill of it. Victor had always been so tentative and gentle when it came to their makeout sessions. She craved Draco's strength. She could feel his arousal against her, full and intimate, and instinctively eased against him. His body glowed in the soft lighting, accenting the shadows and smoothness of his face.

Hermione loved Malfoy's body. But more, she loved his face, the handsome planes and steely jaw, the dark flavors of his mouth and the fire in his eyes. When she lifted her gaze to meet his, she found what she’d expected and more. She found an inferno, a hot, living ferocity that threatened to consume her. And knowing that it could, she smiled. She smiled and invited him to do just that.

From that moment grace was lost to hunger, finesse to desire. Draco let his hands loose on Hermione and she answered with her own. She writhed against him, moaning with the agony he incited, seeking more, seeking him. He gasped, growled, cursed as she tormented him.

And when Hermione began to splinter, her body coming apart at the magic of Malfoy's greedy fingers, he took her under the arms with hands as strong as their passion and lifted her onto him.

She dug her nails into his back, clutching him as they moved together. Head thrown back, Draco nipped and licked at the long column of her throat. He growled as they came closer to the peak and when Hermione finally went over the edge, she felt Malfoy follow her, his hand clenching on her waist, bruising her, his voice hoarse as he cried in his own undiluted pleasure.


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Draco shot up in his bed, sweat drenching his covers and face. What a nightmare he had just had... a nightmare that would of been a vivid and erotic encounter if it had not been for the girl that was actually in the dream with him.

His eyes widened as he realised just WHO he was thinking about during that dream, and his stomach clenched in confusion and revulsion.

Something was deeply wrong with him.

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Something was deeply wrong with her.

She had woken up in a sweat, as she had found herself rolling around in her bed, feeling that wonderful explosion in between her loins, and she loved it.

Until she woke up and realised, ofcourse.

If Malfoy EVER found out about this, then it would be the end of her...