A/N: My last update for this story! Its both exciting, because it leads into the second, and saddening because I actually really enjoyed this story. Anyways, I hope you guys like this! Its bit shorter then normal, but my first and last chapters always seem to be that way...

Week 9 Part 3: Late Friday-Sunday

"Draco Malfoy," Hermione screamed the moment they reached his apartment. "Explain yourself right this instant!"

He groaned, falling back onto the sofa and rubbing his nose. Hermione stood on the other side of the coffee table, hands on hips, eyes livid, frowning at him.

He couldn't help thinking how strangely sexy it all made her look in that dress. Blood began traveling southward and he sincerely hoped the change of topic they were approaching would stall that.

"I told you, I had everything covered."

"That doesn't explain anything!" She turned and took two steps, sat on the chair, stood up, turned the other way and then glared at him. "You owe me! What's all this about? I will not be kept in the shadows anymore Draco; tonight certainly concerned me!"

"Of course it concerned you," he replied with a snap, tensing up. "If you will please sit down, I'd love to explain it to you baby."

She frowned and kept her distance from him on the couch. "None of that nonsense right now Draco!"

He shrugged. "Fine, fine. But I'm only telling you what all that was about if you calm down."

She huffed. "I am calm."

He chuckled. "Hardly. Now really calm down Granger, or I'll just make you wait." He gave her a teasing smile.

"Is everything a joke to you?"

He rocketed across the couch and smashed his lips to hers, sliding his tongue across her lips to demand entrance before invading her mouth. He wanted to ease the tension in her, and himself, before he began the annoying, unwanted explanation to his involvement in tonight.

Granted, he felt no shame in getting both Weasley and Flint arrested. In fact, it had made him completely overjoyed. He had a feeling Weasley would be released in the morning, probably just gone for the night for his outburst at the party-manners and all.

He pulled back from her and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. "If you love me you will remain calm."

"Well, you didn't kill Ron, so I'll at least try being open-minded."

He smirked, pulled back and grabbing her hand in a gesture to follow. "That's a much more pleasant attitude my dear." He led her into the bedroom, flicking on the lights the muggle way once more before sitting on the bed with her. While he relaxed back, she remained sitting up, arms folded.

Ah, it often seemed to be this way.

"Please relax. I like it more when your open-minded, as I've said."

She rolled her eyes and laid on her stomach facing him. "Go on then, I'm relaxed."

He chuckled, keeping the dark, protective tone out of it the best he could when he first spoke, fearing that if he sounded too angry about the topic she may assume he was moving far too fast in this relationship to sound that protective. Hermione was rather insightful, after all.

"There was no way I was letting Marcus sit back and get away with what he tired in my fucking living room-"

"I noticed," she said, interrupting.

He frowned. "Kindly wait for the end of my explanation to interrupt, will you?"

She rolled her eyes and nodded before he continued. "I decided I would never be able to deal with coming home and finding you like that again, so I decided to do something instead of venting to open air. The Ball seemed the perfect solution, considering that I knew he would've received an invite as well, since I saw that letter was sent to Hermione Flint not Granger." Her cheeks heated slightly at the reminder.

"I decided getting him arrested would be my best bet, since he was already being tracked for what he did to you, and after some investigative research conducted by myself and Blaise we discovered other things people wanted him for. As I uncovered the evidence behind his wanted ass and the reward, I found my way to manipulate people."

"Potter was easy to bring aboard, as was Theo who would help me with anything, and I him. Pansy, well, Pansy was just his type."

Hermione crinkled her nose. "You set Pansy up on that date?"

He shrugged. "I admit she wasn't happy, with her gold-digging mind set on the next rich bastard she can rip her hands into, which of course was your Harry Potter. I said that since there appeared trouble in their paradise, that perhaps she'd catch his attention." He chuckled. "I didn't actually believe it though. And as soon as she helped Flint up, I realized Pansy was far too focused on get"

"You led her on?"

He shrugged. "Pansy was a distraction and was able to get in close to him during the party, waiting for the opportune moment of the fight. She'll be at that court date." He stretched his legs, finding the bed rather comfortable. "That brings me to the second man who's life I decided to fuck up tonight, which happens to be your once beloved Weasley."

Hermione looked nearly about to slap him. "Ron isn't a bad person."

He rolled his own eyes, having heard her say this many times in the past. "You are in denial you know that Granger? The bitch hit you and locked you away to settle his own fucking mind. It makes him the same as Flint really. Both tormented, both hid and both tried to degrade you." As he spoke, his tone darkened and his eyes went from pale gray to dark gray, like thunderclouds.

"Their reasoning was different," she countered. "Flint did it because he wanted to control and abuse and show his dominance, Ron did it because he was at a loss after his brother was killed."

Draco shrugged, staring her down. "Reasons do not save the actions Granger, I learned that the hard way. If they treated you the same, and acted the same no matter the reasons then the punishments are likely to be the same, whether one is more severe or not is the question."

Her whole expression changed into something that read terror. "Ron can't go to Azkaban!"

"Unfortunately," he grumbled, "I doubt he will. Its most likely suspension from magic for a while, at the most."

Hermione sighed, nodding as though this solved everything. "Good."

He nearly slapped himself. Leave it to Hermione to find relief that her idiot abusing ex-boyfriend wouldn't be rotting away someplace. "Anyways, after your stories about the previous men in your life, I decided Krum could be left to his own. I had Theo slip him bits of information to see if he'd join in the attack and really give us a show, but he didn't, which just tells you how much of a bloody coward he is."

"Once I knew the stories, it was easy to set up a plan. Turn two idiots who were so alike in their treatment to you it was uncanny, and set them up to cross paths. I spent time contacting many people for this Hermione, more then just your past three relations. I had help, and the more time I spent setting this up the more I looked forwards to the Ball and watching them finish each other off."

She looked alarmed. "You wanted them to kill each other?"

"Not even, just get enough attention that the Minister would be forced to grab both, and drag Weasel to Flint's court hearing for questioning, where he would be forced to tell the truth and get it out in the open." He held her gaze before he next spoke. "When I could assure neither would ever be allowed near you again."

"I tempted them with each other and small hints towards the other coming to retrieve you-"

"You stretched the truth."

"Indeed. It was tempting them, certainly, but I think the icing on this cake was you my dear."

She wrinkled her nose again. "You used me as bait?"

"Contraire, I used you as the prize."

She glared. "How very Slytherin of you! I am not something to be won Malfoy!"

Ah, here we go, with the obsessive last-name calling. "But aren't you Granger? People aren't blind-they can see the way you look, and I admit you look damn good. Your ex's at least had fair taste. And you're witty, clever and someone interesting to interact with. However, I think the greatest thing about you is your hard to get."

Hermione was about to say something when he continued. "I believe you've dated a total of four boys in your 21 years, including myself. Imagine the interest in the back of their minds at the thought of possibly recapturing you? Idiocy plays with the mind Hermione, and when you want something bad enough you twist your mind to believe it wants you in return. They were naive enough to have that belief, which just worked all the better."

"Emotions are easily played on as well. The more hate I fueled between the two, the more I set up the fight."

"Why didn't you tell me," she whispered.

He looked at her, before snatching her up and rolling her over so they were close, hips touching. "Because," he growled, "Hermione Granger would've been afraid of it spiraling out of hand, like I told you."

"I could've helped! I would've...made them more jealous at the Ball."

"Ha!" He pulled on a lock of her hair lightly before continuing. "You did that just fine while hiding behind me the hole night."

"I did not hide!"

"Come off it Granger," he said, rolling onto his side so he looked down at her on his bed. "You were horrified of running into Flint, and having him drag you away." She stayed very quiet, and he continued. "It was fine-Flint knew you'd be there, and that I would be directly by your side, just like Weasley knew. I was positive you would be harmed in no way, and if someone were to try, as you saw, I stepped in before anything could ever happen."

"I believe Ron's attack was directed at you to begin with."

He raised an eyebrow. "And were Flint's slut comments directed at me as well?"

She lowered her head a bit. "They were indeed meant to infuriate you."

"Of course they did," he drawled, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look back up into his eyes. "No one speaks about you like that."

She adverted his eyes. "He has done it for a long time."

"And the next time he does, I'll kill him," Draco snarled, resting his head on her shoulder. "I'll guarantee you that."

She felt alarmed. "Don't. The last thing I want is for the first man I've ever truly wanted to be with to be sent to Azkaban."

He chuckled and nuzzled his face into her neck. "Good to know I'm valued." He kissed her skin before continuing. "Its been weeks to set this up. You'd be amazed how few people trust me even after this long. Once Potter was on my side, things went a bit smoother, although it was still a rough trip. The Minister was very hard to persuade , and I had countless meetings and letters delivered to him to get permission to follow through. It was tedious work. I almost lost the Minster's trust when I explained everything and that there had been contact made to Flint, but I convinced him just to follow the damn plan by sharing your issues with Weasel, which will be brought forward in court of course."

"Draco!"

"It was my best method of persuasion. Bought me the time to get this plan brought through with."

"Again, it was rather dramatic."

"Dramatic is good," he growled. "Dramatic stated to a large crowd that your mine and for others to stay back."

"Wont that tarnish your pureblood stance," she snapped.

He kissed her neck. "I'm not too concerned. No ones going to change my mind. And for the record, I didn't give away any bloody precious details regarding your relationships. Those are for you to release."

She paused, having been about to turn to that topic and was grateful he had respected her enough to not mention anything in depth. This was terrible enough.

"I did it for you," he said simply, stroking her cheek. "There are no more issues now, it can be just you and me."

Hermione tried to say something, but he cut her off. "Krum of course, could've joined that fight if he pleased. However, I had Theo telling him things that wouldn't directly affect him, so that he wouldn't be punished as well. Although I will never like him simply for the fact that he once had you, I saw no reason to drag him in, just like Ginny. Although your redheaded bitch of a friend may have had something to do with Flint getting in that day, I had no reason to try and get back at her. Potter seemed to have finally caught onto his fiancé's current involvements, and was less then pleased. Besides, Ginny will probably be brought to court anyways."

"Don't get Ginny in trouble," she said, frowning. "Whether she betrayed me or not, she is still one of my oldest friends."

"Are you mad," he nearly screamed. "Honestly Hermione, you trust far too much, and you care even more then that, strangely about people who don't deserve it."

"I still don't want her in some sort of trouble."

Draco rolled his eyes. "Unfortunately, I do not decide what the court does," he snapped.

"Yes, but-"

"You throw far too many 'buts' into everything," he cut in, kissing her nose. "Can you try that silent thing again? I'd like to get through this before I have to be awake again." She grumbled but didn't protest.

"Ah, quiet. You may talk my ear off yet." Before she could begin an outburst, he continued his explanation. "Look Granger-Hermione, whatever you prefer to call me at this point. I have no regrets about what I did nor do I plan to apologize for what happens to your friends. They deserve the punishment. If anything, that's something I of all people would understand. I don't regret securing your safety, even if you get up tomorrow and leave-"

"What makes you think I'll be leaving?"

"-because you no longer have an ex to fear," he continued as though she hadn't spoke. "You can bitch all you want about my actions and what may happen to the Weasel's of the world, but there is nothing about tonight I would change, even beating on Flint a bit." He chuckled. "That was actually rather fun."

"You would say that."

"And again with the talking." He rolled his eyes with a grin. "I wanted those two to have an outburst dear, to humiliate themselves for childish behavior like hormonal teenagers over someone who wasn't the least bit interested. The plan was to break the confidence they harbored in getting you back, much like the confidence they broke in you over everything."

Hermione didn't respond to this at first, focusing her gaze on the ceiling above him instead of him. He began getting the feeling he had royally pissed her off, and went to roll away before she grabbed his neck and drug him into a hug, bursting into tears.

Perhaps after all this I'll finally be fairly decant with crying witches. I must be improving; this girl has cried to me more then anyone I can ever remember doing, even Theo that time his love interest broke his heart-damned bisexuals.

He rolled to his side so that they were next to each other, and his weight wasn't crushing her. He laced his arms around her, resting his head on hers (since they had moved positions by this time) and rubbed her back. "Please don't cry, that wasn't my intent."

She sniffled. "No, no I know it wasn't." She whipped one of her eyes by manipulating her arm behind his shoulder. "You must think me bloody pathetic by now-having been crying so much lately. I don't think you had ever seen me cry before I came here."

Once, when my Aunt was torturing you. "Don't worry about it. Events tend to wear us thin."

She smiled into his neck, smelling that intense cologne he often wore. "Yes, I suppose they do." She was quiet again for a bit, before speaking. "Thank you."

"You don't have to thank me, I was going to do this with or without your thanks."

She pulled back. "I'm not just thanking you for tonight."

He raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

"I'm thanking you for caring."

He thought about that for a moment. "Has it really been that long since someone cared?"

She sniffed and whipped away any remaining tears. "You would be surprised."

Not with the life I've led. "No, I don't think I would."

Draco awoke around six, much to his displeasure, and began the necessary work.

Hermione awoke alone.

She felt slightly put off, stretching and wishing her "savior" had stayed with her. He had been a rather warm blanket after all.

Getting out of bed, she also realized there was a small box sitting at the door to the room, wrapped in red and gold paper that reflected in the lamplight of the room. She wandered to it and picked the box up, rather cautious.

She tore the paper and opened the box, deciding if this was something awful she didn't want Draco seeing her face when it was opened.

Inside were a pair of ruby studs, with gold in the center. The note inside the box was written in girly handwriting which Hermione could only assume was Draco's rich script:

To the inner "Gryffindor" inside.

Wasn't that just cute? She inwardly cursed herself as she looked at the present, remembering how she had failed to buy him one on Monday when they had abruptly left the mall.

Merry Christmas Draco, here's a blowjob.

Yeah, that could possibly work...if she were an expert at that particular art.

She sighed, opened the door to the living room and stepped out, pausing in her footsteps.

Draco was asleep on the couch, one arm thrown over his eyes. The room had been decorated, with a fairly large tree with assorted bulbs and similar decorations on the walls. Presents littered the floor beneath the tree, and he had even pulled out a bottle of wine for them.

She looked around the room in awe. It had been a few years since she had had a nice Christmas, and none of her previous boys' had decorated anything by hand.

She walked to Draco side and stared at his face. He looked utterly exhausted, and was sleeping deeply. Hermione smiled to herself. He'd spent all of yesterday working to keep her safe, beating on people, and then explaining himself more then she was sure he cared to.

How did Draco end up being someone's dream boy exactly?

She looked down at the earrings, so very Gryffindor, and smiled. He could've stuck to his true nature after all, and gone with silver and green. She turned to get to the room, and spotted a second box. Curiosity killed her, and she picked it up, becoming irritated to find a second note taped to the top:

Don't open this until I'm awake, will you? I understand you're naturally curious, but I believe that after having a drink and getting dressed (though I think I prefer you most in my shirt) wake me up and you can yell at me for all the presents.

~Draco

P.S~

No, I don't regret the present either. Enjoy those utterly "Gryffindor" earrings.

She rolled her eyes. Leave it to Draco to leave a note on a box before passing out. She decided to heed his word, and went into the bedroom to get dressed, and wear her new, far to expensive earrings.

There is too much money spent on these earrings alone.

By the time Hermione woke up, she had gotten dressed and it was nearly eleven. Draco was thankful for the late hour and the chance for much needed sleep.

Decorating a room the muggle way was far too much effort. He refused to do that again until he got his wand back.

Hermione looked delicious in her red sweater, that complimented the red earrings he had bought her. He felt a stirring of pride to see her wearing them, and that necklace as well.

She had a smile playing at her lips when he woke up, and she bent over in a teasing manner so he could look down her shirt. "May I open the box now?"

He laughed, sat up and swung her into his lap, smashing his lips into hers. "Not yet love, there are other things to open."

"Too many things," she declared, folding her arms.

He chuckled. "When your rich, nothing is too many. Don't look so offended dear. The presents aren't for [pity-their things I thought you may enjoy. Except those earrings, and this box. Those were...special purchases."

She raised an eyebrow. "What kind of special purchases?"

He shrugged. "Spur of the moment. Go on then, open all those."

She fidgeted. "Draco...I-"

"Don't start feeling bad about not having a material present for me," he said dryly, before kissing her temple. "I'll just consider you my present."

Hermione wrinkled her nose. "I've been here but a little over two months. I can't mea that much to you."

He laughed darkly, walking to the tree and bringing back several, cleanly wrapped packages. "You would be surprised. You know what I used to do Hermione? Spend time doing whatever I could to fill up my empty days." He kissed her lips softly as he thrust a package into her lap. "Having you here has given me something to live for."

She shook her head, staring at the package. "I don't know if you'll ever cease to surprise me with your words Draco. You're the very opposite of the boy I knew at Hogwarts."

He grabbed her hand, and squeezed. "I hope so."

Hermione unwrapped the numerous packages, finding all but one of them to be assorted books. The unusual present was a pair of pajamas; shorts with hearts on them and a shirt that would obviously show her tummy, yet these were made from something besides silk.

"Whore's pajamas," she concluded, raising an eyebrow at him. Draco would pick the pajamas for her that showed off her body. She was thankful that he had at least thought of something besides silk. However, she was unwilling to part with his t-shirt that she had become accustomed to sleeping in.

The last thing he saved was the box from earlier, sitting on the table with Draco's stern note. By now, the bottle had been opened and Draco had had three glasses to Hermione's one, and still looked rather sober.

"Now I can open this," she teased.

He beckoned with his hand. "Of course."

Hermione reached out and picked up the box. It was longer, like a bracelet or necklace box, and Hermione would be horrified if she found a par of earrings that long inside.

Opening the box she let out a laugh. Inside was a dragon charm attached to a thin chain, and when she lifted it out the Dragon would move slightly, changing the design. She gasped.

"This must cost a fortune!"

He inwardly smirked. "You would be surprised. Its...something very close to my heart."

She set down the necklace in the box. "How so, Malfoy?"

"It was in possession of my mother before she passed. Its something I took from the Manor with me, because she wore it for years when I was young. The Dragon shifts position to the tension in the room. Its laying flat now, to show that there is none. When its incredibly tense, the dragon tangles itself around that gem," he said, pointing to the small jewel in the middle, "as though clinging for life."

Hermione shook her head and stared at the box. "No Draco...this, this is too much."

He caught her hand as she moved to hand it back, and brought it to his face, kissing her knuckles. "I want you to have it. I don't see myself ever wearing it, but I thought it may look ravishing on you hanging between-"

"Oh please don't finish that sentence," she scolded.

He chuckled and drew her close to him, so they could stare at the muted screen of the TV in silence. "Merry Christmas Hermione."

She deflated into his chest, deciding to accept the gift. Besides, it was monumentally unique. "Merry Christmas Draco."

They slept well that night, after Draco drug Hermione into a round of shagging, after which she promptly passed out. He lingered in the pride he felt after she fell asleep, that she had spent most of the day reading the books he had purchased for her.

He certainly had not wasted his money...although he realized he didn't care if he had. It was all done to make Hermione happy, after all.

Sunday morning they remained in bed until nearly noon, talking and Hermione tyring to explain to Draco the point of Sushi.

Around one, Hermione received a call from Harry on Draco's phone.

"Merry Christmas 'Mione."

"Happy Christmas Harry! How is Ginny?"

He chuckled darkly, and Hermione was alarmed by how much it reminded her of Draco. "We're having...some tough times. I can't believe what she helped Marcus do to you, no matter the reasons. I could've easily handled Parkinson myself, but Ginny had to take that step and try to fix it herself. I would've respected her more for it."

"For sitting idly by and waiting for you to take care of it? That's not very Ginny-like Harry."

"I know, but still, what she did is inexcusable, no matter how she makes me feel."

Hermione frowned. "So you two really are in a rough spot?"

"Yes, and I'm not sure where it'll lead us. I told her I refuse to marry her until she gets her priorities straight, and took the ring back. Now every time I see her she's either outraged or crying. Its terrifying."

Hermione laughed. "You would say that. The Dark Lord is nothing, but you'll let your balls shrink up inside you at the thought of a crying, angry woman."

Harry was quiet for a moment. "Malfoy maybe rubbing off on you far too much."

Hermione chuckled, replaying her comment in her head. "Yes, its possible. Is Ron there?"

"Yes," he said, after some hesitation. "Although I wont put him on."

Hermione felt disappointed, but didn't argue. "That's probably better. Draco would rip the phone from my hand if he discovered Ron talking to me on the other end."

"Not surprising. Is he controlling you Hermione?"

She nearly laughed again. "Hardly. He seems to have my best interests-and safety-in mind is all."

Harry sighed. "If you think so. Oh! I sent you a copy of the list of people to attend court with us. If either of you think there should be other people added to the list, even if they aren't needed in the long run, add them and owl it back to me. I have to return that to the Minister tomorrow. I planned to send it yesterday, but, it was Christmas after all."

"Very true. I'll look for it Harry. Good luck with Ginny-don't hurt her feelings!"

"Its interesting to hear that coming from you," he mused, thinking along much the same path as Draco had in consideration to Ginny at that point. "Goodbye "Mione."

"Bye Harry."

It was barely twenty minutes after Hermione hung up the phone when an owl arrived outside the living room window. Draco opened the latch that was far above Hermione's head, and Harry's snow white owl flew in.

"Potter would have a pure white owl," Draco muttered.

"Don't seem so gloomy. You've seen Hedwig before."

"Yes," Draco said, taking the letter from the owl. "I remember it very well from Hogwarts."

The letter consisted of eight names:

Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Marcus Flint, Ginny Weasley, Ronald Weasley, Minister of Magic, Minerva McGonagall: Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

"He certainly gave McGonagall a formal title didn't he?"

"Harry would. He's always respected the headmasters of Hogwarts."

"That's unsurprising," Draco drawled. "He's only succeeded in the obvious names."

Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Who else then?"

Draco scoffed and reached over to a cup on the table, picking up a Quill and then shuffling around the bar area next to the kitchen to retrieve a bit of ink. Sitting beside her again he added to the list in his clean, almost girly script:

Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, Pansy Parkinson, Mr. Gilmer (who's first name is not important enough to bother with), Viktor Krum

Hermione studied the list once he was done with a critical eye. "Mr. Gilmer's first name is-"

"I don't bloody care what it is," Draco cut in, folding the letter again and replacing it inside a new envelope. "Which is exactly what I explained in the letter."

Hermione frowned. "It would be better-"

"But it doesn't matter. Besides, I have a feeling he's already required to be there, since he's your lawyer."

Hermione drew her eyebrows together. "Is Viktor necessary as well? And Pansy? I understand Theo and Blaise, but are the other two needed?"

Draco shrugged. "Maybe, maybe not. Its better to have them present and handy, then to need them and not have them."

Hermione glared at him. "Fine, just don't be rude to everyone when we do go."

Draco chuckled. "I'll try."

Draco received a call from Blaise just after dinner that night. "Congratulations on still having the girl."

Draco rolled his eyes. "Your confidence in me as a friend is astounding."

"Of course it is," Blaise replied, with what seemed like a smile in his voice. "Its better, isn't it? What if she is the-"

"I know," Draco snapped, not wanting to hear that right now. "I don't like the idea of using her for that Blaise."

"I wouldn't either. But wouldn't it be better to keep the money and someone you care about?"

Draco rolled his eyes for a second time. "It would be amazing. Can we not talk about this now?"

"Sure, I simply called to make sure you still had her. I don't want to have to deal with the depressing person you will be if that witch ever leaves. Honestly Draco, I can't ever remember seeing you quite so happy."

Draco smirked. Neither could he. "I never have been."

"Good. Oh, and before you go Draco, should I be expecting a letter about a court date?"

"Of course Zabini," Draco said, wondering on what planet Blaise was to think he wouldn't need to be called in. "You and Theo both."

"I assumed as much."

By the time Hermione and Draco crawled into bed that night, it was nearly midnight. Winter break had begun as far as schooling went, and a floor below them a loud radio could be heard.

Hermione cast a silencing spell and snuggled in beside Draco on the bed, yawning.

"Thank you for the wonderful Christmas Draco," Hermione said as he kissed her neck.

He grinned against her skin. "You've already said that."

She shrugged, pulling his arm around her. "I thought I should mention it again."

Draco nodded against her, resting his head on a pillow and began drifting to sleep.

"And Draco?"

"Hmm?"

"We have to visit my parents in the morning you know."

Draco groaned.

End Notes:

Thanks to everyone who read this story! I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did writing it :) As a reminder, next week I'll be publishing chapter 1 (week 10) of Move Your Eyes Six Inches Up. Hope you guys check it out!

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