Warning: This story contains bad language. It also contains descriptions of sexual scenes, which is not everyones cup of tea. You may want to skip those part.

Note 01/01/2014: I know that what I'm writing now is no excuse for anything, but this story contains gramatical errors, unfortunately. I'm just a simple student, and the only English lessons that I have attended are those in school. So my apologies for that. I will do my best to correct them, but for now I will leave it as it is. Enjoy!

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Chapter 1

Sunday morning

07:30 am Draco

'' Draco.''

Draco turned his head to the right. In front of him stood a tall person, with black clothes covering his body. He had long, straight, blonde hair, which lined up his face gracefully. It made his face characteristics even more pointed out. His gray and cold eyes were buried in Draco's, and so were Draco's in his.

Lucius Malfoy.

Draco already sensed what he would ask him. For Lucius, there were no other conversations existing for the moment. Draco gave him a last determinate look, as he turned his head forward to the black, Gothic iron table again. He picked up his mother's porcelain tea cup, as he sipped some of her gorgeous tea. Carefully, not to burn his handsome lips. He needed them for later occasions. The heat ran down his throat, as he tried his best to ignore his father's staring. He put the teacup back down, just sitting silently with his upper body bend forward. His hands held together, folded in one grip. With a silent, determinate voice, he said the word he has said for two days now.

'' No.''

XxX

08:30 am Hermione

'' Look. If you don't like him, just tell him off, Mione. You can handle that.'', Ron Weasley said as he was cheerfully chewing on a toast. Hermione, on the other hand, seemed to slow down her chewing for every minute passing. She gave Ron an empty look as a reply, fingering her napkin with slow movements. Ron ignored her unhappy look, quickly putting some strawberry jam on his second toast.

'' It's not the worlds end, Mione! I am sure Blaise will understand.'', he said, folding his toast together.

Hermione sighed, laying her head carefully down on her ''already ready to catch it''- hand. Her cheek got squashed, and so with her right eye. Harry clapped her encouragely on her shoulder, but it didn't seem to help her. Right now, the only thing that maybe would help, were some butterbeers. Three. Maybe four. But because of her duty as a Head Girl, she needed to stay away from such things. At least until the parties and celebrations.

Ron had now eaten up his second toast, licking off the jam glued to his fingers. Ginny rolled her eyes into her juice, giving him a hint of disgust. She released the spoon into her porridge, crossing her arms in front of her. Now she began studying Hermione's tired and sad appearance from up to down. '' Somehow, I still don't see the problem. You wanted to find a boyfriend this year, Hermione. And here you go!''

Harry sighed at Ginny. '' Well, Hermione didn't expect it to be Blaise. It will get intense inside the head's common room, you know?'' Ron released a chuckle. Hermione sent Harry a dangerous look. He shrugged his shoulders as an apologize.

'' Harry, can you please send over the bacon? And the eggs? Thank you.'', Ron requested.

Hermione watched Ron's appetite, as her slowly faded more and more. She didn't even think of taking one more bite from that toast. It made her seriously sick just looking at it. She put the napkin she was fingering over the toast, and squeezed it all together into a ball. With this, she finished her breakfast. Ron stopped chewing his egg, as he severely eyed Hermione with his crystal blue eyes. '' Mione. Seriously. If you don't like him, then tell him to stop. And by the way, it was just a kiss! Relax! Nothing serious, and nothing that makes it too late.''

Harry and Ginny nodded, approving Ron's last sentence. Hermione's eyes fell down to the table, uninterested in any of their saying. She knew very well that it wasn't too late. It was just she didn't know what exactly to say. When she was in relationship with Krum, it was quite obvious what to say. But here it was either a friendship, or relationship. What should one say in situations like this?

Ron seemed having the wish to continue his lecture, in between his juice drinking. '' If you don't-''

XxX

Draco raised from the black leather armchair. The echo of his steps filled the common room, as he walkedto the kitchen with his empty teacup. He placed it in the sink, as he gently washed it. His fingers moved softly over the golden spirals covering it up. He let the water run, as he leaned on the sink. His eyes got closed in a concentration of mind.

Two days have passed since he was taken away from Hogwarts. He remembered how he entered Severus Snape's office to talk about something important. As he opened up the door, he soon noticed Snape to stand right in front of him. Before he was able to form a word, Snape had taken his hand. Draco felt as he was sucked into the floor for a couple of seconds. As soon as his feet got released, he noticed himself to be in an another place than the office. Around him, it was all dark, except some red ceremonial lights on the floor, which lit up the black paths under him. By the atmosphere, Draco soon understood he was in the presence of Voldemort. After all, he already filled eighteen, and Voldemort expected him. Draco's father talked to him about it for a long time ago. About the day he would face his future. That was just one more step in his life he would have to take, without resistance or opposicion.

Draco remembered how he raised his head, looking straightly over on three thrones. Voldemort's pale face in the middle, with two on each side of him. The one on the left side seemed to be his father, but the other one he wasn't sure. They were both masked, and he would probably not be able to recognize his father if it wasn't for his long hair. Voldemort gave him a smirk, as he petted his wand. The tensiin that hung over them gave Draco goosebumps all over his body, followed by an icing down his spine.

After some minutes of silence, Voldemort asked him some questions of formality. Draco kept his eyes steady on Voldemort, replying as smoothly as he was able to. Even thought there were a lot of new things around to get used to, Draco knew looking around would be to show curiosity. And that was a form for weakness, which wouldn't be accepted here. The answers seemed to please Voldemort. He turned around to Draco's father, giving him a short nod. Draco couldn't decipher his fathers expression because of the mask covering up his face, but the next second he started walking towards Draco. Draco stood still, with his bones solidified. Lucius reached out for Draco's arm, and Draco gave it without protesting. He expected the worst, and therefore closed his eyes lightly. But the next second he was located inside the Malfoy Manor, in pure safety.

Lucius told him to sit down on the chair inside his study. Soon Draco was told every of the details. Thanks to Voldemort's respect for Lucius, he gave Draco five days to think well through the probably biggest decision in his life. Getting the Dark Mark. Draco clenched his fingers into his father's armrest, as he listened. Lucius told him he would have to stay inside the Manor for those five days, not being allowed to even look outside. That was the only warranty he wouldn't escape. Draco didn't like the idea at all. Through all, he was always a free person, doing whatever he wanted to. That was in fact his parents fault, since they were the ones teaching him the egoistic pureblood manners. Commands were nothing for him. His temperament faded, and he aggressively raised from his chair, leaving the study in a huff to cool down.

Draco released the sink, as he turned the running water off. His nerves couldn't take sitting trapped inside the Manor for three more days. With the atmosphere of jail created here, Draco had the feeling of claustrophobia. He understood the best for him would be returning to Hogwarts. He decided the only thing to do, was talking to his father. With that thought, he turned heading for his father's study. In an elegant way, he passed the plenty of corridors which reached to the study. Knocking three times on the door, he heard an approving sound on the other side of the door. Draco opened it, taking a careful look in.

Lucius was already staring, and gave him an approving sign to come in. Draco walked in, and sat down on the chair on the other side of the desk. Lucius stopped writing on the creamy parchment, and gave his son the whole attention.

'' I would like to return to Hogwarts. There is nothing left for me here.''

His father sent him a narrowed look. By that, Draco understood his father thought otherwise. '' Draco, I don't think you understood me when I said you were going to stay inside the Manor. Until you decide.''

Draco mentally rolled his eyes. He didn't dare showing it, being somehow afraid for his father. Especially now, as he got the power to do what he wanted to. Voldemort didn't spare any power for Lucius. He gave him absolutely all he needed, to Draco's grief. With his power, it would cost him nothing to murder him and hang his skin as a decoration. '' I have decided to not accept the offer yet. I would like to return back to Hogwarts today, father.''

Lucius pushed his chair a little backwards, as he raised. With determinate steps he walked over to Draco's side of the desk. Draco could feel how he leaned over his shoulder. '' Is this your final choice?''

Draco didn't turn to face his father. Without looking, he already knew he was enraged. '' Yes. Right now, it is.''

Draco quickly raised from his chair, as he turned to the door. He hoped to avoid anything more for now, and just be able to escape back to Hogwarts. But Lucius seemed to have another plans. Before Draco was able to react, he was violently wrenched, and thrown into the door. His face painfully met the door, as he almost fell backwards of pain. His left cheekbone made a suspicious sound of being cracked, as it sent a powerful wave of heat through his face. The oak door caught his skin, and ripped off a lot of it from his cheek. Nevertheless, he kept on his feet, forcing himself to not show weakness.

Lucius grabbed his shoulder, turning him to face him. Then Draco's left shoulder, was met by the hard end of a pimp cane. Again he was thrown backwards, and into the door. The collarbone made an equal sound to his cheekbone, only much stronger. He felt something electric blow up from his collarbone, into his spine. This was much more painfully. His hand moved to his strongly injured shoulder as a reflex. The pain spread down all over his arm, and he hardly managed not to scream. Lucius probably noticed the pain in his eyes, and began laughing.

'' Now you can return, son.''

XxX

Life had this habit of making everything as difficult as possible to live, Hermione noticed. Or maybe it was just her mind doing it. She wasn't certain. In one or the other way, life was still hard right now. After the breakfast, Hermione had the time to think about what to say. She was sure this had to be done, but still she had this bad feeling of telling Blaise off. They had to live together in the same dormitory for the rest of the year, and it would in fact be awkward if they couldn't even talk normally. On the other hand: it would get awkward anyway. Hermione walked down stairs to meet Blaise in the entrance hall. They were supposed to handle today's detention class, and maybe before that would be the perfect timing to explain the situation. She finally ran down the last stair, where she saw Blaise waiting.

Blaise smiled when he saw her, and began walking over to the stairs to meet her. '' Mione! I came a little earlier, to ensure being here when you arrived.''

Hermione gave him a soft look, not being able to resist his charm. He was kind of attractive. She had to admit that. '' I hope you haven't been waiting for too long.''

He shook his head, still smiling in that way of his. His teeth harmonized very well together with his dark skin. Hermione forgot everything about explaining the situation. That could wait.

'' Let's go, then?'', she asked him.

Just then, the entrance door behind them opened in a highly creaking sound. Hermione turned her body to check. A boy with platinum blonde hair hanging down his face walked in. He wore a pure black, expensive smoking. It probably cost more than she could ever afford. It was absolutely stunning. All the light around got as good as sucked into it. His steps were to admit beautiful and highly elegant. That wasn't to take wrong of. Even a first grader would be able to recognize him. Draco Malfoy.

Blaise began half running towards him, being quite surprised by the visitor. '' Hey, where did you disappear? The whole school searched for you!''

Draco stopped, but Hermione couldn't hear a word of what he said. He was talking in a subdued voice, almost sounding like whispering. Between the talking he took a slow, but unnoticed look over Blaise's shoulder. Hermione's eyes got attached into his silver, as he gave her a frown. His eyes flickered. She soon noticed a big scar over his left cheekbone. It seemed to be completely fresh, with a thick layer of red, shriveled blood. The scar still didn't spoil Draco's face. To Hermione's grief, it only made him look even more masculine.

Now Blaise also turned to Hermione, and they both approached her. Blaise's expression told her he wanted to ask her about a favor. She gave him a look to ''bring it on''. '' Hermione, will you take Draco to McGonagall so he can fill out the scheme? I will handle the detention class meanwhile.''

Draco gave Blaise an asking look, but Blaise ignored that, still facing Hermione. She sighed, and nodded. '' Sure.''

.

Hermione didn't say a word to Draco as they walked to the office. Not like she felt it was necessary either. Their conversations never seemed to turn into something good anyway. She knocked on McGonagall's office, but nobody answered. Then she carefully opened the door.

The office seemed to be abandoned, with no McGonagall to see. Hermione slowly walked over to McGonagall's desk, so she could find the scheme by herself. That would take less time than waiting. Hermione bowed down over the desk, taking a quick look through her papers. Documents, schedules, letters and copies filled the bunches of papers and parchments. This could take some minutes.

Draco seemed to be curious on the items filling the walls, which made Hermione give him a warning scowl. Just to ensure not getting trouble afterward because of him. Though: if he got that thought into his mind, it might have sounded tempting. Getting her into trouble.

'' Don't touch anything.''

Draco turned his face half way on her, pulling his hand slowly and demonstrative back from the picture. He spun elegantly on his heel, heading for the chair beside McGonagall's desk. Hermione rolled her eyes, continuing on her search. With her peripheral view, she saw how he sat down leaning on the back of the chair in an arrogant I- Am- Malfoy way. Her hand found place somewhere on her waist, as she gave him a look with both irritation and fatigue. '' I told you, don't touch anything!''

Draco smirked with one of his most attractive smirks, grabbing some of McGonagall's papers. He demonstratively fingered them between his long fingers, not removing his eyes from her now obviously irritated face. He was testing her. This smirk together with his gracious finger movements might have worked magnetizing on the most of the girls, but not Hermione. On her: it only worked annoying. Hermione flecked her teeth together, as she grabbed the papers abruptly away from his hands. She gave him a scowl, as she laid them back on place. With a sigh, she continued on searching. Malfoy was beginning to lose his patience, drumming with his fingers on the armrest. Happily, after some minutes, she finally found the scheme he would have to fill out. She angrily handed it over to him, together with a pen.

'' Fill it out.''

She crossed her arms determinative, while she walked around in the office. Hermione actually never noticed it to be that big. Never she noticed the decorations either. The pictures covering the stony walls, and the red velvet carpet over the floor. Just like the rest of Hogwarts, only more royal, if that was possible. Her studying of the features around, was interrupted by Malfoy.

'' What the bloody hell is this?''

Hermione turned to him, looking straightly over at the scheme she had given him a minute earlier. '' That is a scheme. Fill it out.''

He shook his head, refusing to even take a look at it. It seemed like he was out of patience. '' I won't fill it out. There is absolutely no reason for anyone to know where I have been, why, and with whom. That's ridiculous!''He crossed his muscular arms in front of his chest, giving Hermione an intense glare of cold, stony eyes.

She blinked several times, and gave him an annoyed glare as well. '' Dumbledore invented this. This will be a necessary scheme during these dark times, both to protect the missing and the ones inside Hogwarts. And for you to know: I got better things to do, so for Merlin's sake, fill it out!''

Draco seemed to enjoy this now, laughing in the depth of his throat. Hermione took some steps towards him as she picked up the paper from McGonagall's desk. Now she laid it heavily in his lap. '' Fill it out.''

Her eyes had just the strength she wanted to. He took a deep breath, and made a look which said ''Fine, woman. Relax.''. He was incredibly good at that one. And ''Lay off, or I will break your bones and limbs''. And of course his last one, the ''Do you know who I am?'' He had multiple of those looks. Hermione already knew him well enough to decipher every single one of them without even doubting.

Hermione stood beside him, watching his elegant handwriting unobtrusively over his shoulder. His hand moved softly over the paper, leaving some beautiful letters under the questions. It was somehow tempting to lay a hand on his, just to feel his muscles work as he wrote. Suddenly some blood dripped down on the scheme, and Draco stopped writing to wipe it off with his thumb. He covered his cheekbone with his one hand, and continued the writing with the other: the left one. That small fact Hermione noticed for the first time. It kind of surprised her. She always thought Malfoy was right handed.

'' What happened to your face?'', Hermione asked after some minutes. Her voice wasn't quite normal after this long talk break. It was something between raucous and cracked, but he was able to understand what she asked. Luckily.

He laid down his pen, observing Hermione with his silver moonlight eyes. She noticed his face to change from relaxed, to a bit straightened. '' Nothing special. Just an injury.''

Hermione's curiosity took over. She could see he was lying, or at least holding something back. His eyes revealed him. '' You are lying.''

Draco snapped his eyebrows together, giving her an annoyed look. '' Maybe it's just that I don't want to tell you. Ever thought about that?''

Hermione wasn't surprised by his arrogance at all, after six years. This was just how Malfoy was: grabbing the chances to show his inner nature: being an arse. '' I just asked.''

'' Well, don't.'', he snapped. His voice was now warning and dangerous. He gave her one last look, as he continued on down the scheme. Hermione released an annoyed breath. '' I am just trying to help, and be a good Head Girl, Malfoy. There is nothing wrong about that.''

Draco stopped his writing again, holding his pen somewhere between the air and the scheme. His head was still bend forward over the desk. He was probably thinking of a smart way to answer her, and make her shut at the same time. '' Try somewhere else. Look, its none of your damn business.''

He still had that dangerous tone somewhere in his voice, and Hermione could see it reflect in his eyes. He shook his head one time to concentrate, as he again continued answering the questions.

Hermione gave him a severely and determinate look, even though he told her to lay off. She wasn't of the type to give up once she was told to. She had her pride as well. '' You have to show Madame Pomfrit. It seem to be a quite serious injury.''

Draco continued on writing, but she could see he was thinking again. A smirk also got placed on his handsome feature called ''lips''. Hermione knew this ''think and smirk'' was up to no good. Malfoy was never up to something good. Especially not in this state. He turned his head over to her. There was some seconds of silence.

'' Granger. I think you just revealed that you actually care about me.'', he suddenly said.

Hermione gave him a surprised glare. Of all the things, she didn't expect that. Her hands found place on both her hips as she made a sputtering sound. '' What? Care about you? You must be insane!''

Malfoy shrugged his shoulders, giving no sign to be offended or angry. He studied her for some multiple seconds, before he came with his personal opinion about this. Right now, Hermione wished he would skip that part.

'' I think you do. In fact, I think you are worried. Worried about me.'' He gave her a confident look, being proud of his small discovery. Even his voice sounded confident as he pronounced those words.

Hermione's eyes widened. Just the thought of being worried about him made her sick. '' I don't know what you think, but your opinion is absurd! Ugh, get finished with that scheme before I get old.'' Hermione knew the only way to make him shut was to change topic. Sometimes it worked, and it was worth the try.

Malfoy gave her one last confident smirk, before he moved his pen down to answer the last question. Hermione drummed her fingers impatiently on her hip, as she walked around in the office again. She couldn't wait for this to get over, and split ways with Malfoy. He was affecting her nerves a lot. One second she was calm and composed as Hermione usually was, and the next she was a completely different person, ready to throw an iron straight on his face.

'' Have you ever got... painfully punched by your own father, Granger?'' He stopped writing again, laying down his now done scheme on McGonagall's desk. Now he just looked at her with his eyebrows a little narrowed together.

Hermione opened her mouth to answer, but closed it as she re considered. Was this a trick question? With Malfoy she wasn't sure. With him, you could actually never be sure. Nevertheless, she decided to tell the truth. '' No, Malfoy. Never experienced that.''

He laid down his pen, laughing. He didn't make any sound, but there was a smile attached to his face, and he was kind of shaking. That was the thing revealing his laughter.'' I have.'' He paused, as he looked at her with watery eyes.

'' You asked me about the scar, Granger. Well, since you are worried, I will tell you.'' He made his eyes sparkle in a highly teasing way, but Hermione could see he was serious about the ''telling you'' part. There was silence.

'' It is all my father's doing. This-'' He removed a bloody hand away from the cheekbone, and revealed the huge scar on his face. It was as before covered in blood, with some drops running down his cheek. The pure, new blood was probably caused by him touching the scar, and accidentally rub off the congealed blood layer. His hands moved over to his smoking. He buttoned up his black jacket, sitting in only his white shirt. Hermione took a curious step towards him, already noticing his shoulder to be inexpressible dark blue under the shirt. His fingers buttoned up the four first buttons of the shirt, and he dragged it down his shoulder. His silver eyes moved from his shoulder over to her. The smile was as good as licked off him. His face showed every emotion inside him. Hermione saw he tried to hide them. He managed to subdue these a little by his coolness, but not enough. Pain, sadness and a severely expression filled him. ''- and this.''

His muscular collarbone was completely out of shape. Hermione noticed his pale skin to be almost black on the spot around the collarbone. The colour was something dark blue, mixed with red and purple. On one spot, a little white was even showing. Was that his bone? Hermione reached her hand slowly out for it, but pulled it back in fear to hurt him. Even thought he was Malfoy and worse than Satan himself, she didn't want to cause him more pain. He already paid his debt. Instead, her hands covered her now hanging jaw, as she tried to avoid sounds coming out from it. The view was terrifying.

Draco raised from the chair, and neared Hermione. He nodded in an approving way, giving her the right to touch it. '' It hurt like hell already. It won't change anything if you touch it. Some unbearable stings, maybe, but I guess I already feel the worst.''

Hermione shook her head, as she closed her eyes. She tried to interpret the new information sailing in, about the relationship between Draco and his father. She always associated them to have a perfect father-son relationship, but no. It seemed she was wrong. That surprised her, because she was usually never wrong about such things. Her lashes touched her hands. She felt one of them getting removed from her face. She opened up again, and saw how Malfoy held her wrist. He directed it against his wounded shoulder, and stopped as it was over it. There was silence.

'' Hit me.'', he commanded all of a sudden. His eyes got now changed into cold, and gray. Into a colour associated with dark iron. He was challenging her.

Hermione again shook her head, now confused. Why did he want her to do that? Have he really gone insane? Hermione felt lost, and misplaced. This feeling was unusual. She usually always knew what to do, and how to answer him, but right now she couldn't read the mind of Draco Malfoy.

She began pulling the hand back to her, but he reacted quickly, and placed it over his collarbone again. '' Hit me, Granger. Hard. I know how you hit since the third grade. Hit me now. I want the pain.''

Hermione again shook her head, determinate, but afraid. '' You are a sick bastard, Malfoy. You need help.'', she said hoarsely and confused.

He sent Hermione a teasing smirk, as he touched her palm. Her words didn't seem to affect him at all. Hermione got stunned by his cold fingers for a moment, and now as he got the chance, he pushed her stunned body into the cold stone wall. She lost her breath for a second. His arms held her tightly into it. She felt incredibly small and weak opposed to him. Small and helpless, caught inside the arms of her enemy.

'' Do it, Granger. Bloody do it!'' He began shouting. Not even looking up on him, she understood he was mad. Beyond mad. He was enraged. '' I want the bloody pain. Now hit me Granger, as if I just fucked you hard.''

Hermione turned her face completely away and clenched her eyes together. He was now beginning to sound disgusting. Hermione got even more scared of what was about to develop. She wasn't used to hear him talk in this way to her. She tried to wiggle away her arms, but he only straightened his grip. The way he held her arms was painful, but nothing was worse than not being able to do something about it.

Draco now took a grip around her fingers, causing her even more pain. '' You fucking do it, Granger.''

Hermione shook her head, still keeping her face away from him. She clenched her fist, ready to hit his wounded bone all of her straight, but stopped half way down. Her inner voice created a conflict with her will. She tried again, but ended up just at the same point. She couldn't understand why, but it was as impossible as falling in love with Neville. It was probably the fact that he wanted her to do it, she thought. '' I.. I can't.''

XxX

Draco understood very well what he was doing. He got more control over the happenings than he wanted to. Call him sick, but he wasn't. That was not the issue. He did this because the pain of Granger kind of turned him on. The way she tried to detach. The way she turned her face away, in hope to not get hurt. The sounds of minimal terror, and the terror in her eyes. No, he wasn't sick. He was just Draco Malfoy; he was like a Malfoy is supposed to be. Even thought it was the worst fact in his life, he still had the blood of his father roaring inside his veins. And even thought Draco decided not to become a mini version of him, sometimes the manners of Lucius still showed through Draco's actions. Like now.

He released the hand which held over his shoulder, and placed it on her chin so he could turn her around. Her eyes got opened, and the terror inside the gold around her irises lightened even through the dark room.

'' Why?'', he asked furious.

She bit her lip, as she gently lowed her hand down on his shoulder. Too gently, actually. He could have taken more than that. Her fingers laid in a perfectly shape over the dark knots inside his shoulder. Now her gaze was steady, and directed on him. '' I'm not like you, and your father. I am a human, not a monster waiting for the opportunity to injure.'' She paused as she steadied her gaze. '' You are an evil bastard, Malfoy. I hate you. Believe me, if it wasn't for my humanity, I would have injured you.''

Draco felt how his brain started to boil. Even thought he hated it, she was right. He was evil, and he just began to be more alike a monster for each day passing. His life was eating him up. But of course, he would never admit her to be right. Not even with his head on the guillotine. That would have crushed his pride into pieces. Draco couldn't take the fact she was right. He pulled her tighter against the wall.

'' Watch that hole you call a mouth now, Granger. Or I will break every of your limbs, until they will be nowhere to find. I will even ignore the fact you are a girl.'' He released her chin, holding one warning finger against her. His forehead got frowned, and he looked just like an angry father giving his child a lesson. Hermione made a comprehending sound, still holding her small hand on his shoulder. As he heard her understanding, he released her completely. He walked over to the exit. There was no reason to lengthen any more of this. He got his daily dose of teasing a Gryffindor. He leaned on the wall in the corridor, as he watched Granger close the door into McGonagall's office. She gave him one look of death, as she began walking down the corridor.

But Malfoy had other plans for her. He grabbed her by her waist. She stiffened in his hand, he could feel. Every single muscle of her stiffened, in fear for this to continue. '' Just wanted to tell you. What I said about my father, will be... some kind of a secret between us enemies. You understand?'' He felt how she nodded her head under her golden curls.

'' If you tell-'' He grabbed her one hand, and massaged her knuckles. ''- I will break off every single of your fingers. And toes, if needed.'' Hermione's fingers felt stiffened, but relaxed as they laid into his. It almost felt like she was going to faint. He quickly released her. Then he walked in the other direction of her, leaving her behind and alone.

Chapter comments:

So yeah. This is my second attempt to write a Dramione fiction, and I hope Ill make it this time, and my second attempt to write a fiction at all. Basically, this will be a fiction about the forbidden love, and how desperate they try to fight their feelings.

So yeah! I hope you enjoy it, and that I kinda managed to hook you up here at the beginning.