Hey Readers!

I'm back and hoping to make it pretty far in this story! I stopped on my first one but left it up just in case I can find something to write in it or w/e. Enjoy, fave, R&R!

Yeah, ALL CREDIT GOES TO J.K. ROWLING but the plot and this story is MINES!

'Malfoy, you can't do it,'

'Do what, Granger? I have no control over what he wants me to do.'

'Well, you have the power over what comes out of the tip of your wand.'

Grey eyes stared at the motionless figure of the man at his feet. His face was emotionless, body cold and wet as the same grey eyes looked blankly into the air. Draco's eyes looked away from his dead father and into the cold eyes of him.

"Draco, my son, I told you that you must carry out your tasks or someone close to you would die." The man's voice came out rough and quiet. He raised a pale finger at the body of Lucius Malfoy and with a swift flick, the body disappeared.

Draco stood there, careful not to say anything to the sick bastard. All because of him his life had been nothing but hell. All this pureblood shit they imbedded in his head was useless. Now he understood why no one liked him.

The boy stood there looking at all the hooded figures around him. He knew they were looking at him but he didn't give a damn. His father was dead and this beast would soon fall to the hands of Harry Potter. He grabbed the sides of his hood and pulled it back over his silverly blonde hair. His long fingers wrapped around the end of his wand as he retreated back into the woods, unnoticed.

The girl stood back to back with her best friend, shooting spells at every figure that threatened to fire back.

Her long, curly dark brown hair cascaded down her back. Her chocolate brown eyes were filled with bravery and a hint of hurt. Blood trickled down her cheek and lips as she fended for herself.

"Come on, Hermione." The voice of Ron said as he took off into woods behind them.

Hermione followed suite, blasting spells behind her to keep their enemies at bay. Once she glanced back infront of her, she noticed Ron was gone. She stopped in her tracks, listening closely only to the hear the roar from the fighting. She quickly started back into a sprint, glancing around her for the redhead. She gasped softly as she hit something, or someone, full force.

Hermione glanced up the figure, her hand searching the ground for her wand. She stopped moving when she heard his cold voice.

"Granger, I won't hurt you." Draco said, looking down at her still body. He offered a hand down to her, his face held a slight smirk as she grabbed his hand and pulled herself up.

Hermione brushed herself off before bending down to pick up her wand. "Thank you." She said quietly, looking at his face. It held no expression; it was as blank as most of Harry's and Ron's essays. She didn't remember Draco this way.

"Granger, just push off." He smirked, flying a few feet above her on his broom.

She tried again, not getting this at all. "I can't do it Draco!" She said out of frustration, letting the broom drop to the ground. She crossed her arms, huffing loudly.

He landed infront of her and stepped off his broom. He walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her. "Come on, it's easy. Just put your mind to it." He whispered softly in her ear, the girl calming down slightly.

Hermione pushed the memory away. That and a few others had been nothing. Just two teenageners hanging out together. And possibly falling for each other in the process.

"What are you doing out here?" His voice had gotten slightly rougher but the coldness had went down. His grey eyes searched her's for answers, about anything.

Hermione swallowed lightly, looking down before meeting his gaze again. "Would it be wrong to say I was looking for you?"

I have to say that I am deeply in love with this story and what about that ending! I can't wait to start Chp. 2 but that will possibly start tomorrow as I am super tired.

Remember review! I love reviews! They keep me alive if the story as 'blah!'.