A/N: Hello again. So, I'm back. Again. Again again again again. Sorry, I felt the need to retype that word many times. And I probably will again. See?! Told you. So…new fic. Dramione, obviously. Is there really any better pairing?

Disclaimer: Not mine, duh. It's all JKR's. Except for this plot, that's definitely mine. But if anyone wants to give me Tom Felton, I would definitely not object.

Chapter One: Anger

"What is that?" Hermione asked, pointing at a shiny object sticking out of a loose board near the corner of the trophy room. Malfoy didn't even spare a glance her way. She ignored him, just as she was used to doing. They were both in detention, something Hermione was adamantly sure was Malfoy's fault. It was his fault that he had baited Harry and Ron and her, not to mention he had almost gotten himself beaten into a bloody pulp. If it hadn't been for Slughorn, he would have bloody carnage where his face used to be.

No, it wasn't her fault he hated her guts. It wasn't her fault he called her a Mudblood. And it certainly wasn't her fault that Professor McGonagall had decided it best to separate the four of them, and decided the pair her with the ferret.

Not. Her. Fault.

Hermione pulled the shiny object out of the floorboard and examined it closely. It was a bracelet, and a nice one at that. It was silver and plain, but sparkled a little like silver shouldn't. When she looked on the inside, it read: Kann die Wahrheit der Gedanken hat gesetzt Sie befreien. Is that German?

May the truth of thoughts set you free.

She slipped it on her wrist experimentally, admiring it, even though it was a little large for her tiny arm. Immediately, the bracelet shrunk, and tightened around her wrist. She shook her arm, waiting for it to fall off like it should have. But it didn't. It stayed.

Malfoy continued to half-heartedly polish random trophies, cursing everyone and anything he could think of: Granger, Potty, Weasel, Slughorn, his father, and his friends, Theo and Blaise.

Randomly, he reached down and lightly polished the ring on his middle finger. It was a gift from his mother, and his most prized possession. It had belonged to his mother's father. It was a plain, silver band, with a single emerald, set deep in the silver, so small only he could see. He kind of liked it that way. There was rumor of another piece of jewelry that matched it, which was meant for his mother's mom, but this had gone missing before reaching his mother.

It really was a pity, he thought as he gazed down at it thoughtfully. He touched it lightly with his left hand, and felt his whole body shiver violently, and began feeling oddly cold.

Across the room, Hermione started shivering uncontrollably, still trying to desperately shake the bracelet off her wrist. She flipped it over to the clasp and reached out to unlock it, but it disappeared, much to her dismay.

"Malfoy?" she asked timidly. He turned around, rubbing his arms. His sneer was already in place, and she already wanted to slap him, just like she'd wanted to since they'd met.

"What, Granger?" he spat, and a wave of anger crashed over him. A wave of anger that wasn't his.

"Can you get this off me?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

Draco glanced at her wrist and recoiled immediately. "Granger, what have you done?"

A/N: So, this is a short chapter. Deal with it. I'll explain more in the next chapter, pinky promise. Review!!