NOT YOURS TO KEEP


Chapter 13: WE ALL FALL DOWN!


AN: You all hate me, I know! I'm so sorry. I'M REALLY SORRY!


Alex threw open the guest bedroom, one that was next to his very own room. Draco stepped inside, taking in the atmosphere and smiled grimly. This was the first time he'd been in a muggle home. Before Alex could say anything, Draco had pulled out his wand and was changing several things in the room. He expanded it; he transfigured shoes into sofas, armchairs, and benches. He walked over to the simple bed and made it into a lavishing four poster bed, with real green silk and plush pillows. Draco turned around. "Where's the loo?" he asked. Alex, still in his shocking stupor, spluttered and leaned against the door.

"It's down the hall…" he answered. Draco made a clucking noise to voice his disappointment and walked over the bedroom's closet. He expanded it, and transfigured it into a loo fit for a king. He was about to transfigure yet another object, when he heard a booming voice come from the opposite of the house.

"HOW COULD YOU?"

Draco held his breath as he heard Hermione cry, "It was an accident, daddy!"

"BUT IN MY HOUSE?" he shouted.

Hermione cried, "I love him!"

"But you just…you just can't SHAG on the sofa, expecting me to say its okay!" Draco turned to leave the room but Alex stopped him.

"Wouldn't be a good idea, mate." Alex had his hand securely set to the door frame to block Draco, whose eyes had become a stormy gray when he had been pushed back.

"I don't think what you're doing, is a good idea," Draco hissed. He was fiddling with his wand provokingly, and Alex smirked.

"What are you going to do? Hex me? You're not allowed to do magic in front of muggles!" Draco laughed cruelly.

"But you're not a muggle, are you Alex?" Draco took a step back to survey the older boy. "I can sense a bit of magic coming from you. You're a squib, the dirtiest of any magical being…below a house elf."

"Fuck you!" Alex snarled. "How can you say such things, when the girl you claim to love is a muggleborn?"

Draco smiled. "I have exquisite taste, and she fits my flavor."

"You're vile…you don't have any good intentions towards her, do you?" Alex said with disbelief. It was then that Draco grabbed Alex by his shirt and slammed him against the wall.

"Don't fuck with me, squib. I might have fallen in love with a mudblood, but she's the only exception I'll have towards a community of filth," Draco spat out, his eyes venomous. Alex was holding on dearly to Draco's hand, cautious to them moving around his neck.

"Draco!" said a voice. He turned around and saw a tearful Hermione. Her hair was wet and a strong scent of cucumbers and melons was coming from it. However, the puffiness of her cheeks was evidence of crying, and now more crying. "How could you say such horrible things?" she asked weakly. Draco released Alex from his grip.

"No, no Hermione! I was just talking out of anger! Please, I swear it!" Draco moved to pull Hermione to him, but she pushed him back.

"You really do mean it! If…if you didn't mean it, you wouldn't have said it! You…you are a pompous ARSE!" she screamed. Alex exhaled, seeing a bit of the old Hermione shine through this weak and fragile Hermione. "You made me BELIEVE that you had changed, so you can come here, and shag me! You were randy, and decided to come all the way here and have your way with me!" she accused. Her harsh tone sent Draco over the edge.

"Listen GRANGER! If I wanted you, I would have had you in my dorm, before you decided to come back home!"

"YOU VILE SON OF A BITCH!"

"MY MOTHER ISN'T A BITCH!"

"WHAT'S ALL THIS RUCKUS?" shouted Hermione's mother from the door. She had waddled her way up the stairs, with a pitcher of eggnog and glasses.

"Mum!" Hermione wailed, fleeing from the room, to her own. Alex followed her.

"Hermione! Come back!"

Draco was left alone with Mrs. Granger.

"Er…"

"What did you do to my daughter?" she asked. Draco took a step back from the woman. She had entered the now, newly furnished room. "What?" she asked again, looking around the room.

"I—"

"YOU BASTARD!" Hermione came out the room again and made her way to Draco. She drew back her fist and punched him squarely in the nose. "THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR CALLING HIM A SQUIB!"

Draco stumbled back and landed on his bum, a trickle of blood coming from his nostril.

"I guess I'm just going to sit this down and have a little rest," Mrs. Granger said exhaustingly, placing the pitcher on the table.

"Thank you, Mrs. Granger," Draco said quietly, wiping the blood off his face with his sleeve. When her mother finally left the room, and she pushed Alex out, she slammed the door, locking it.

"I can't believe this, Draco. What do you want? What do you want from me?" she asked dejectedly, turning around to face him. Draco stared at her from the ground, his face a shadow of itself.

"I just wanted your bloody love Granger, you know. Your heart?"

"Fuck that Malfoy, you just…you just don't understand do you?!" she bellowed. "You don't understand that…that this relationship is wrong! This relationship will always be the foundation of hurt and pain and prejudice!" she cried. Draco carefully stood to his feet, wary of her hitting him again. He tried to piece together when she had decided that the relationship was wrong, when less than twenty minutes ago she had deemed it amazing and worth the struggle.

"You have to stop this madness," Draco warned her, taking a menacing step forward.

"I will not!" she bellowed. "I will never forgive you for this Draco. How could—" before she could finish, Draco had slammed her against the door. She whimpered in shock and fought against him as he pressed her against the door.

"Stop fighting it or you'll hurt yourself," he hissed. Hermione shook her head. "I won't let you go unless you cease this behavior."

"Fuck you!" she spat. "Fuck you, you sodding bastard!" she began to cry. "You're a fucking Death Eater, that's why you came to my house. You came to kill me!" she accused wildly. Draco flinched, as if she had slapped him. "This was all a dream, me believing you loved me. This was a trick!"

"Hermione, stop it!"

"You're going to kill—" To silence another accusation, Draco placed his lips on Hermione's, drinking in her fear, her hurt and her anger. She groaned against his lips, wrapping her arms around his neck. Draco pressed his entire body against Hermione's. They slowly slid onto the floor, Hermione crawling into his lap, sitting on him. He removed his lips on her mouth, only to place them onto her neck. She moaned, hugging him about the neck and thrusting her fingers into his hair. He finally pulled away.

"I love you, okay?" He said, looking directly into her eyes. "I told you before we left, that I would give up everything just to be with you. I love you so much I would die for you, I would kill for you, Hermione."

She hugged him again.

"I'm so sorry I went overboard on you. I admit, the accusations were a little too much," she groaned, embarrassed. He kissed the tip of her nose.

"It's okay, I love the fact that you overreact." She snuggled closer into his embrace.

"Do you hate muggles?" she asked suddenly. He shook his head in the negative.

"I mean, it's not like I'm going to join some support group or something," Draco started, earning a glare from Hermione. "But, I don't want to kill them, and I don't think they should become slaves or whatever."

"And what about Alex? Did you mean what you said to him?"

"Who the hell is Alex?" Draco asked, confused.

"The guy who's living with me!" she said tiredly. Draco smiled.

"Oh, him…I guess it was a little screwy to say that to him. I mean, I don't like squibs Hermione, but…I'll…try harder to accept them. I just fucking hate Filch!"

Hermione giggled. "Who doesn't?"

"Probably Dumbledore," Draco responded with a smile. She hugged him.

"I love you."

"I just think we should start over, you know what I mean?" Draco whispered. She nodded.

"I think so too. When school comes back, I'll officially break it off with Harry, you can turn your dark badge over for the light, and we can finally become a couple."

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The next couple of days were smooth for Hermione and Draco. They went snowboarding; they bought little gifts from the mall, Draco was even able to show his face at the dinner table without her father saying anything harsh. Alex was even kind enough to introduce Draco to a Playstation, which was hard to detach him from.

However, all the peace ended one evening. Hermione's parents were out at a Christmas celebration with friends, which Hermione politely declined. Alex had stayed behind to work on a research project that was due soon after returning to class and Draco was sleeping on the entertainment room's couch. The room was in the basement, a pool table, foosball table, and several cozy couches centered around her father's 60" telly. She sat against the coach Draco was napping on, aware of Alex typing furiously behind them on the computer. She rarely watched the telly, but because it was such a slow day, and Draco had loved how comfortable the couch was, she had nothing to do. Flicking through the channels, Hermione landed on a news station, a pretty blonde was talking.

"And it has been notified by police that Kings Cross Station has been blown up. Police are also saying that well over two hundred people are dead, a handful caught under the rubble are actually still alive. This image was shown above the demolished station…" the horrifying image of the Dark Mark lit up the telly's screen. Hermione gasped, her hand flying to her mouth to cover a high-pitched scream. Immediately Draco scrambled from off the couch.

"What? Huh? Why?" Draco looked down at Hermione. "Wuzz wrong with you?" he said sleepily, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. He stopped however, when he saw the Dark Mark on the screen. "Fucking hell!" he exclaimed.

"What's going on over there?" said Alex, his back facing the atrocity on the telly. He sound as if he were sneering, "You two aren't shagging, are you?"

"The Dark Lord," Draco whispered. He slid to the floor, sitting next to Hermione to stare at the screen. The image was taken down, and a young woman with light brown hair came onto the screen. She was in front of the burning station.

"Sue, I'm standing in front of what is left of Kings Cross Station. Bodies are coming out in the masses, and families have already started showing up to claim loved ones. The question here is whether or not Britain has been another victim of vicious terror attacks. The Prime Minister will make an address about the situation as soon as the fire is put out. Concerning the mark in the sky, several symbolists have stepped forward in hopes to decode the horrifying image. This is Lucy Waters reporting from in front of Kings Cross Station, this has been a terrible evening for Britain. Back to you Sue."

"Thank you Lucy. We'll have full coverage of the attack coming to you live as soon as we get back with more information…" the woman smiled. "When we get back from our break, is there love in the air? Will Prince William soon settle down with his honey? More of that to come!"

The screen went blank. Hermione had turned off the telly, dropping the remote from her hands. Tears began to form in her eyes as she shook with fear.

"Oh God, it's started," Draco whispered, his hands reaching up to clench at his hair. "Oh God…"

"Draco…oh my God…what's going to happen now?" she asked quietly. Draco shook his head.

"I don't know."

"We're all trapped, there's no way we could get back to Hogwarts."

"I can't go back to the Manor," he said darkly.

"Why not?" she asked, turning to stare at him.

"Father would want to make me a Death Eater." His voice was emotionless as he turned away from the telly, standing on his feet. "We have to contact Dumbledore."

"I'm sure he already knows! We have to contact Harry, we…we…have to contact the Order!"

"Do what you need to Hermione. But for now, I have to be dead to my Father and mother or I'll never see you again." She could see the fear and uncertainty in his eyes. She stood with him, throwing her arms around his neck in a reassuring way.

"We're going to win this Draco. We have Harry. We have Dumbledore!" she cried.

"What the hell are you two dolts talking about?" Alex shouted, swirling in his chair to face them. Draco growled.

"You idiot, do you know that the muggle world is under attack by Death Eaters?" he shouted. Alex paled.

"What?"

"Just, never mind Alex, we have work to do!" she ran towards the stairs, deciding to first call her parents and warn them to stay safe, and then she began to write. She wrote to Dumbledore, she wrote to Harry, hell, she even wrote to Fudge. Something had to be done. The Hogwarts students would not be back to the castle, and this meant that the Wizarding World was unsafe, potential fighters were unsafe. Dumbledore had no army. She paced the sitting room frantically, watching as Draco wrote to Dumbledore also telling him to tell his Father that he had died at Kings Cross Station, in a surprise attempt to come home. He had to.

As he wrote his letter, he looked at Hermione. She had calmed down considerably, and was talking rapidly into a small device used for communication. Draco watched as she wrote out plans with who ever she was on the phone with.

"Thank you Tonks, you've been a real help." She hung up the phone and smiled determinedly. "Well, thank God Tonks lives in London. She's part of the Order. According to her, Dumbledore has already captured some of the Death Eaters responsible for the attack. She won't reveal their identities, but she's saying they're big time supporters of Voldemort. Harry has been contacted, and he's livid with anger. She then told me about the plan Dumbledore has. Hogwarts will be closed until further notice, and any students there will be sent home by floo. It's nearly impossible for all Hogwarts students to come back through floo. Instead, those who wish to recoup and help against the war will meet at the Order's Headquarters, which was Sirius Black's old house. It now belongs to Harry."

"Black?"

"Yes, did you know him?"

"Well, we're distant cousins. Or…were."

Hermione grimaced. "Yes, he was Harry's godfather. Tragic, how he died."

"So I've heard." Draco stood and walked over to window, tying all the letters both he and Hermione had written to his owl, which was perched onto the window sill, earlier finding refuge there from Crookshanks. He set his owl off without a second glance. Coming over to Hermione, he immediately wrapped his arms around her. She was taking slow, shallow breaths.

"It's going to be okay Hermione. We have each other."

"I'm so scared Draco. It's come so fast…I…I don't know what we're going to do." Draco didn't respond. Instead he held Hermione close to him, running his long fingers through her locks. He kissed the top of her head several times, willing himself not to cry out of pure fear.


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