Disclaimer: None of it belongs to me and if it did well Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy would have gotten together and I would be the evil overlord who ruled over all of the muggles and wizards/witches. Of course I would grant my best friend a fraction of the land because she would not make a good enemy (and something tells me she's reading over my shoulder).

A/N: Well lets keep this short I felt a change in my attitude and thus this is my short angst-packed fic which will either be two-four chapters in length. Rest assured I haven't given up on Not Predicted merely postponed it for the meanwhile.

Hermione Granger part of the golden trio was calmly walking across the grounds of Hogwarts. She paused to scowl at the back of Draco Malfoy who had not yet noticed her approach, she could not think of anything or indeed anyone that she hated more.

Deciding she might as well see if he was up to something she made her way over acknowledging her two best friends orders to: 'Watch what the sneaky prat is up to he is most certainly still on the dark side.'

This comment had of course come from the constantly suspicious mind of Ron Weasley (who had her best interests at heart).

Malfoy had unfortuantly returned after the events of Dumbledore's death and much to the surprise of many had been allowed to start his final year of Hogwarts. A few slytherins were keen to see him back, the rest of the school was set against him from day one which had caused his derogatory comments to become much more frequent and his resolve to harden. She changed her mind when he saw the worn out look in his eyes and the firmly set frown on his features, he was not in a good mood.

Hermione was about to turn around and walk away from Malfoy when she felt a firm hand grasp her wrist tightly preventing any form of escape. Facing him, she raised her eyebrows at the fact that he was touching a renowned 'mudblood' whom according to him was: 'Filth of the lowest order'. Such a response was halted though by him gesturing for silence, a quip was on the tip of her tongue but she held it back when she saw the serious expression on his face.

'Ironic isn't it.'

The words seemed more like a statement then a question and so she remained quiet until he decided that it would be nice to explain the reason for his firm grasp on her hand as well as what exactly he wanted. She could feel a frown appearing on her features and instantly tried to hide it knowing that she did not want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he had confused a 'know-it-all'. After all she was somewhat curious about what exactly he had meant and distracting him would surely prevent her finding out.

Hermione noticed that he seemed to be analyzing her expression obviously wondering whether it was worth continuing his rant. The boy paused for a moment then burned a hole in the wall opposite with his merciless gaze; she wondered what exactly the poor wall had done to deserve such an evil glare. Draco resembled a fish as his mouth opened and closed in frustration which almost made her laugh; something which was not advisable in this case. He seemed to reach the conclusion that he might as well speak to her seeing as he could simply obliviate her memory later; one look at his smirk told her this piece of information.

'Everyone is a hypocrite the leader of the Nazis, Hitler himself had brown hair and yet he went on about how the super race must be tall with blonde hair and blue eyes. He was of course excused because he made it that way and no one seemed to question him at the time; they were all scared of him. He had ultimate power over anyone who stepped over the line. People got killed just like that.'

He paused on the 'just' clicking his fingers and to her astonishment the contemplation that maybe this guy was both a muggle and a mass murderer seemed to make him smile. Hermione rose in anger trying once more to back away but his hold was never broken and to her despair he took this as an opportunity to steal her wand. He shook his head at her antics and mussed her hair like a dad might punish a naughty child; the idea she was helpless only added to his joy.

'Surprised that I actually learnt something in muggle studies know-it-all?'

Hermione seemed very prepared to reply in her best I'm-better-than-you voice when Malfoy not willing to play fair muttered a quiet silencio which prevented her responding to any of his constant insults and rude gestures. The girl looked very put out at this and contemplated using a bit of good old violence on her evil kidnapper ( he had after all essentially forced her to stay against her will) for at the moment he seemed like he truly deserved it. That and he had silenced her before she could say her piece which secretly left her simmering with rage; although the steam coming out of her ears was clearly visible.

'We're all the same in this world, who can deny that voldermort himself isn't a pureblood? We all know the truth about him and yet his followers, my dad being one of them are all either oblivious or not caring that he is not nearly as worthy as them. The same mistake repeated generation after generation.'

The word dad was spat out and was spoken in a very bitter tone; it was clear that father and son were at best, not agreeing with each other at this current time. What shocked Hermione the most though was the fact that Draco Malfoy of all people was quite clearly against you-know-who and had to her surprise used his name. Her best friend arch-enemy to Malfoy bore a scar due to the evil of Lord Voldermort and had always insisted that she should not fear his name for fear of the name only increased fear of the wizard. She had expected him to call voldermort, our dark lord or something along those lines for she believed him to be a death eater. In the midst of these ponderings she scarcely noticed an alien cell rifling through her thoughts and slowly withdrawing after mere moments; finding exactly what he wanted.

'Your wrong I am a death eater-'

There was a ruffling sound as he peeled back his sleeve muttering another spell to tie her firmly to the wooden seat they were both perched on, and then there it was the most ugly mark she had ever seen in her entire life. She felt something akin to pity knowing full well that nothing could make the ultimate scar of war disappear even those who changed sides had this reminder of what they once were; what they still were. The fact that he had no way of telling that, this was what she was thinking did however escape the mind of Hermione who was instantly distracted by the protruding snake which erupted from the mouth of a skull.

' some things never change, you the predictable naïve bookworm actually thought there was hope didn't you? He's not dead Granger he never was and to think you actually thought that this was the end, he'll be here soon darling and you won't survive this encounter.'

The 'darling' was a mocking term to use when he quite clearly hated her, Hermione pondered. Still what he didn't know was that his downfall was nearing completion, for right now Harry and Ron were minutes away from the discovery and destruction of the last horcrux. They had gone without her with strict instructions telling her to watch Malfoy and she had kept her promise quite well if you thought about it.

'Very well' she muttered to herself smiling which was quite confusing to the villain, Malfoy who heard nothing due to the previous 'silencio' he had cast looked like his favourite treat had been taken from him. He had grown sick of this one-sided talk anyway and decided to give her an opportunity to say her last words; which would no doubt give him an extremely bad headache, something he would like to avoid. Her attack came almost instantly:

'You absolutely evil, conceited, arrogant ferret, one day I'll, I'll kill you'

Hermione almost looked sheepish as she thought over just how hilariously rubbish that insult had come out; it had after all sounded far better in her head. Not to mention the childishness of the whole thing. While she was inwardly berating herself for the stupidity and all that, Malfoy decided that he might as well get a word in edgeways before she regained use of her senses and slapped him, or worse.

'Well that'll day will have to be today Granger for I'm never going to change and you know it, go on I dare you!'

The words came out sounding like he very much doubted her managing to do anything for she was not the killing kind it was written all over those startled brown eyes and innocent demeanour. The sight was almost sickening to the point that he would kill her right there and then and spare voldermort the bother of disposing of her.

What were his words again, oh yes; 'Enjoy her while you can young Malfoy the little mudblood bitch is getting her comeuppance today. ' So maybe if he twisted the meaning of enjoy to mean harm or even kill her well he was simply obeying orders wasn't he?

Hermione had regained her voice though and she was far from finished.

'Why you absolute toe-rag there are vagrants on the streets of muggle London which don't even come close to your evilness and they daily stab people so they might get money and food. You don't even have that motive you just want to kill for the sake of it which might I say is repulsive, you are lower than dirt.'

That's better Hermione I think you've recovered from that blunder earlier, only maybe you went a bit too far he is looking a bit red? Turning to look him in the eye she saw the look reminiscent of a bull ready to charge and knew that she had to act before he did. Only it was almost too late he had practically finished with his incantation.

'Avada..'

'Protego'

'Crucio'

The spell did not have the same strength as one from Voldermort himself but the pain made Hermione wince inwardly. She tried to stop screaming, she honestly did but all she could think about was blocking out the pain with noise. Then she lost consciousness and Malfoy allowed himself to give the girl one small look of pity, she didn't deserve that much pain not at the hands of someone who knew exactly what it felt like.

Contrary to popular belief Malfoy was not abused by his father, oh no. Only Voldermort was to blame for his permanent scars, the one that went directly down his spine, the 'dark mark' he had not wanted, the bruises which would never go away that covered his chest and upper back.

All of them were due to the most hated wizard of all time and to think he was a half-blood of all things albeit the heir to Salazar Slytherin. Knowing she would not awake for at least half an hour Malfoy saw no harm in indulging in something that he had told no one of, singing. The sin of course was made worse by the fact that he only sang songs written by muggle bands. He began to sing a song written by Snow Patrol which he particularly enjoyed ignoring any negative thoughts in his brain.

He halted abruptly when he heard the sighing and stretching of the previously knocked out Hermione, resisting the urge of knocking her out again so he might finish Malfoy looked at her. He was met by an equally challenging stare and as the memory hit her of his previous actions, a fiery glare.

Its amazing how such a kind and friendly face can be scrunched up to form the look of a girl who planned to force him into the pits of hell and further still incinerate him with the heat of her gaze. It was even more interesting how quickly her face had changed back into a look of pure exhaustion and tiredness.

She practically looked fragile like a china bowl that you could easily break at the mere touch of your somewhat rough hand. She was so tainted then with the red marks that covered her arms due to the restricting pull of ropey vines. It would appear that she had cut herself on the cheek when struggling against the vines during the crucio curse.

Which brought him to the realisation that Hermione had managed a perfect shield charm using wandless magic something that was still surprising despite her reputation; she had after all fought the latest of many mini battles today.

Then there time together was brought to a stand-still as the most godforsaken man on the earth made his way over to their sides trying to finish off the look with a cackle that represented nothing more or less than pure evilness. Lord Voldermort was here and by the looks of things he had some unfinished business to get done, namely the destruction of the most powerful witch on the light side. That and the matter of dealing with a daily pest although admittedly not a traitor.

The fiery pits of hell suddenly looked a lot more friendly; who were they kidding they looked positively heart-warming.

Taking the opportunity she had been given Hermione removed her wand and his own from Malfoy's pocket and undid the ropey vines which surrounded her.

A/N: How interesting a cliffy. You know exactly what to do select the button called review and give me your ideas for the next chapter and your opinion of this one.