A/N: Hello! New story, and this time it's about Draco and Hermione :) This little plot came to me one time will I laid in bed lol :) I have a feeling it's going to a LOT of fun to write! I love this couple, and I hope you guys will love this story! It's my first Dramione, so go a little easy on me! Thanks for reading, and stay tuned for future chapters!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY PART OF HARRY POTTER, OR IT'S CHARACTERS.

Hermione awoke, suddenly and frightened. She'd had her nightmare again. The same one that kept coming to her every night, since the day she had joined Draco.

She looked around, and felt cold. She looked at the deep green bed sheet wrapped around her tiny body, and looked up at the canopy. The room was dark besides the small candle Draco lit, because he knew it gave Hermione comfort.

She stretched her toes out, and realized the small weight that laid across her stomach. Draco's arm was curved around her, his fingers tucked under her belly. She smiled, knowing this was the only true peace she could ever find. She cherished these moments with Draco.

She felt a deep pit of sadness, pool in her stomach, when she looked down at their inner left forearms.

She looked at the disgusting label she was forced to be placed upon her. Same as for Draco. They were both stuck, in this disgusting war, with Voldemorts print on them.

She grimaced as she saw the lines squirm under their skin. She swore it felt like tiny worms crawling through her arm. She'd slowly grown accustomed to it, but hated herself for letting it rest there each day.

She'd had no other choice however.

She remembered the day, her and Draco walked through the forbidden forest, knowing it was their only secret hiding place.

Over that school year, Hermione had seen drastic changes in Draco. Since they'd both become school prefects, they needed to work with each other each day. She was worried at first, that he'd begin some stupid immature rubbish, but he didn't.

He was more quiet, even solemn. He spoke rarely, and if he did, there were no snide comments.

He was mysterious this year, and it intrigued Hermione.

So much so, that she decided to find out more about him. She found, that he truly wasn't a bad person. He just had a tough exterior that he learned to force. He told her many secrets, as they grew closer, and she actually pitied him.

He trusted her with his deepest secret, and she remembered that night well,

Flashback:

Draco, where are we going?" Hermione whispered, as Draco tugged her down the quiet corridors. It was midnight, and if they were caught, she wasn't sure what would happen. They might be expelled, she thought worriedly.

But nonetheless, she trusted him. He was different now, she just knew it.

"Shh." He commanded, not rudely, but just to keep her silent. She obeyed, and held his long fingers in hers.

They stopped abruptly, when Snape's cape whooshed down the steps.

Draco slammed his back against her chest, pushing her behind him. Her turned to face her, so that he could peek through the crack of the wall that was hiding them.

He saw Severus peering around, as if he'd seen something, but he didn't walk their way.

Draco felt Hermione breath heavier, and he saw her staring awkwardly at his jacket. They were pressed so closely, that she became intoxicated with his scent.

He snapped his eyes back to the older man, and he saw him shake his head. As if trying to forget about what he thought he'd heard.

Draco leaned his head back, watching Snape whisk through the corridor hallway, turning to the professors lounge.

He turned back to Hermione, and saw the tight grip he had on her upper arm.

"Sorry." He whispered curtly, and dragged her quickly passed that hallway. She was breathless, and she could still smell his rich cologne.

Finally, the reached the spiral staircase up to the Astronomy Tower. They walked side by side, his arm brushing her waist.

They reached the top, and Hermione breathed in the cool night air. She was glad she wore her red pea-coat tonight. As if reading her mind, Draco spoke,

"You look nice in red." He whispered, almost.. A bit shyly. She blushed crimson red, matching her jacket.

"Thank you.." She smiled at him, and continued, "What did you want to tell me?"

He straightened his back quickly, and his arms tensed. She could almost see that his eyes had even darkened.

"Is it something bad?" She whispered sadly, hoping he wasn't going to tell her what she feared most, that he didn't want to speak with her anymore. Too bad for his reputation or something down low like that.

"In a way. Listen, Hermione. I.. I have a proposition." He began, slowly. "But I need to show you something if you agree to it." She nodded, walking up to brush away a wrinkly in his tie. He looked down and looked at her little nails. He saw the pink polish and smiled at her daintyness.

'Fairylike..' He thought to himself.

"Go on Draco, I hate waiting." She laughed softly.

"I.. I wanted to know if what we're doing.. Is it a relationship?" He questioned. She looked up at him, and thought for a moment.

"Well.. would you like it to be?" He tensed. Of course he'd bloody like it to be, but it was so much more difficult than that.

"Well Granger, it's not that easy." He sighed, looking at the dark sky. He didn't see the look of rejection on her little face, until he spoke again.

"It'd be dangerous. I'm willing to take the risk, and you know I wouldn't let anything happen to you." He whispered, in his heart knowing he'd keep that promise.

"What's the worst that could happen?" She asked softly, wanting desperately to call him her boyfriend. But it wasn't that simple, and they both knew it. Her question was in fact, quite dumb. She could be killed. He looked at her, as if telling her with her eyes. She simply nodded, and looked away.

"Besides, I don't know if you really want me." He spoke. She squinted her eyes in mock anger.

"Why the hell would you think that Malfoy?" She grinned, fixing his hair from the wind. She expected a playful look, but saw a weary and depressed look from him.

"If I show you something, promise you won't run away? Please? Tell me you will let me show you what I'm saying." He pleaded, and Hermione suddenly felt the urge to cry. What the hell was going on? What did all of this mean?

"Just show me already." She whispered, and he sighed heavily.

He took a small step back, and unbuttoned the cuff of his black suit. She loved seeing him in all black, with his pale skin bouncing brightly off it, his platnium hair shining at her. He slowly curved the sleeve up, and what she saw caused her to be sick to her stomach.

She looked at it, horror shining in her chocolate eyes, tears threatening to break through.

"Draco.." She whispered, painfully. She saw tears in his eyes also, and she felt the urge to smack him.

"Your a deatheater!" She yelled, but Draco pleadingly shushed her.

"Please, let me explain!" He sighed, but she shook her head.

"No." She huffed, and turned to walk away. But Draco snagged her wrist, tugging her to him.

"I'm not truly a deatheater. It had to be done. I needed to protect my mother Hermione. It's so hard for you to understand, but please believe me!" He spoke, emotion evident. She was crying harder now, and tugged to get away from his arm.

"Don't touch me!" She yelled. He immediately let go, and stared at her with a pained expression.

"Are you serious Draco?" She yelled, "This is insane." He nodded in agreement.

"You think I don't know that!" He spoke harshly, "You think it's easy for me to wake up and see that everyday?" He yelled, "I will live with this, for the rest of my fucking life Hermione. And it sucks. Sucks ass, and I still carry on. You know that I'm not like that. You've seen it. You're the only one, I've even showed my true side to. It hurts to know what my childhood has raised me to be. A cold, unfeeling human being. I hate it!" He cried, feeling his body ache with mental and physical pain.

"You can't leave me now." He whimpered, and she cried with him, "Not now." He cried, squeezing her hand tightly like vice grips.

"You're the only thing I've got to live for."

She looked into his piercing gray eyes, and spoke after a few long minutes of crying.

"Alright." She whispered. "I'm not going anywhere."

End of Flashback:

Hermione shivered, thinking of how it was to see him cry. That took a lot out of him, and she was blessed that he showed his true inner self to only her.

But, she looked down at her arm, and cried softly. They'd gotten themselves into some deep shit, and they couldn't back down now.

She remembered the night she'd received the dark mark just as well as she'd learned of Draco's.

Flashback:

Draco and Hermione walked quietly together, into the deepest core of the Forbidden Forest. Hermione was still a bit frightened of the woods, but held onto Draco's hand firmly. The laughed a bit, and spoke quietly, when they reached their favorite spot.

A long vine from a big oak tree, that swirled around to make several comfortable areas to rest on.

She sat beside him, and played with his long fingers.

They'd been dating for two months now, and she was as happy as ever.

She'd only told Ginny, Harry and Ron. Ginny at first was shocked, but warmed to the idea. As did Ron, though he felt saddened she'd never dated him. Though secretly he knew they just weren't meant to be. It'd be like dating his own sister. But Harry.. That was a different story. He never warmed to the thought of his enemy walking around with his bestfriend. It wasn't right to him.

But Hermione didn't care, because she had Ginny, Ron, Draco, and even Blaise.

Blaise heard about their relationship, and thought it was cool that Draco and her were dating. He was fine with it, and everything was going well.

They chatted for hours and hours, enjoying their day off of classes.

Draco's head rested in Hermione's lap, and she toyed with his hair. He was drifting off to sleep, and she smiled at his facial features.

When he fell asleep, that sneer that was plastered to his face, slowly faded away. His nose uncrinkled, and his mouth relaxed. He almost seemed to smile even.

But she jumped horribly, when she saw a dark smoke cloud rise in front of her. Draco awoke suddenly, and reached for his wand.

He stood in front of Hermione, and a woman materialized in front of him.

Draco froze at the dark, frizzy haired woman sneering at him. That Malfoy/Black signature face.

"Drakie... You've been a naughty boy." She sneered loudly, eyeing the girl behind him. Hermione held her wand firmly in front of her, but shook like a leaf.

"Hello Auntie Bella." He whispered fearfully. Wherever Bellatrix was, bad things followed.

"Someone's come to see you..." She sang softly, grinning maliciously.

Three dark clouds appeared before them, and there stood his father, mother and Professor Snape.

Hermione was shaking uncontrollably, and felt Draco walk closer in front of her, shielding her. He held his wand up, but his mother spoke softly,

"Draco darling, put that away. Noones going to do anything foolish." She huffed looking at her husband and Snape.

He lowered his wand in respect for the woman, and nodded at Hermione to do the same. She did, but kept it firmly in her fingers still.

"Draco. What the hell are you thinking?" Lucius snarled. "The Dark Lord has heard of your... relationship.." He spoke as if disgusted, "and might be here fairly shortly."

Draco froze, fearing what could happen. He looked at Hermione, who was crying softly.

Narcissa walked to Draco, and patted his shoulder. She peered behind him, and spoke sweetly to her,

"Darling, let me see you." Hermione glanced at Draco who nodded, and knew she needn't fear her. Draco had told her that Narcissa was also like him, only in the dark crowd to keep her family safe. She did not truly serve the Dark Lord as she said she did.

She shakily took a step forward, and felt Lucius snarling gaze on her. Snape just stared at the scene, and had no emotion.

"Hermione. That's your name isn't it?" She questioned, and Hermione nodded fervently.

"You do realize you and Draco are in a lot of danger. Don't you? Miss Granger?" Hermione sighed softly and whispered a quiet "Yes."

"I fear for the both of you.." She spoke, but was interrupted by Lucius, and Bellatrix

"Don't pity her, you fool." Her husband grunted and Bellatrix laughed, "You were always the foolish one Cissy."

"Silence. Both of you." She growled, and Bellatrix backed down. Lucius gazed at his wife with pure anger, and Snape finally spoke.

"Prepare, young ones." Draco and Hermione glanced at him, "To be awoken with a rude awakening."

They looked at him with confusion, but saw a dark cloud above the sky.

"He's heeeree.." Bellatrix sang, maniac movements causing her to back away.

Draco pushed his mother to Lucius, and he stood in front of Hermione.

Voldemort slowly appeared, and he cracked his neck as he apparrated fully.

"Draco.." He whispered hoarsely, glancing at the tall thin boy.

"My lord." Draco spoke feverishly, his head bowing in his presence. Hermione shook horribly, her head forced to the ground.

"What is this abomination?" He suddenly growled, floating effortlessly to Draco.

"My lord?" He questioned, and Voldemort sneered loudly, slapping Draco's face. Draco felt anger, but knew to keep cool.

Hermione gasped when Voldemort struck him, and the bald creature snapped his direction at Hermione.

"And you.. Miss Granger.. The mudblood." He spoke with disdain. She nodded, still staring at the ground.

"What business do you have with Draco?" He spoke strongly, and Hermione gazed up to his feet.

"I've learned much about your side, Sir. Draco's opened my eyes." She lied, and smoothly too. She saw Draco look at her with a worried expression, but willed him to make it go away. Luckily, he played along.

Lucius grinned wickedly, believing the stupid lie.

"Yes? What do you see, as they are.. Further opened?" He spoke evily, floating beside her neck, making her shiver with fear.

"I understand your viewpoint, Sir. It all makes sense." She began, "And I don't feel right staying on Harry Potter's side." She muttered. In a way, she felt those emotions. Not fully, but in a small way.

"You've mated. Haven't you?" Voldemort questioned.

Her eyes flashed open, embarrassment flooding through her veins.

"I can see it. I smell it. You're not a virgin. And he's the one to take your innocence. I see it in the way he stares at you." He drawled, and Hermione looked at the ground.

"Sir.." She spoke, not really sure of what to say.

"What's done is done, I suppose.." Voldemort grinned wickedly.

"My lord!" Bellatrix spoke suddenly, and he turned her way,

"Yes.. Bellatrix." He spoke, allowing her to continue.

"If she really means it. All of it, lets put it to the test!" She grinned wickedly, glancing at Hermione.

"In what way, are you intending?"

Bellatrix walked up to Hermione, using her wand to push up the left part of her jacket, exposing her pale flesh,

"Give her, the darkmark."

End of Flashback:

"Stop it." Hermione jumped at the interruption of her memories. She saw Draco's tired eyes looking at her.

"What?" She asked naively. He rolled his eyes, and spoke.

"I know what your doing. Your remembering things again." She sighed, and nodded. He really did know her too well.

Draco sat up, and stretched, looking at the clock. It was time for breakfast.

"Get up love, and get ready for breakfast." He softly ordered, and helped her sit up. She needed a bit of help, as she had been beaten the night before.

"I'm so sorry.." He whispered darkly, remembering what his father had done, while he wasn't home.

"It's fine Draco.. You couldn't have done anything."

"He just snaps. At every stupid thing!" He growled, getting more pissed off at the memory.

"No. Draco, it is his home, and I shouldn't have been snooping around in the library without you watching me." She spoke, trying to ease her frustrated husband.

He played with his silver wedding band, and sighed.

"You've been around the dark crowd to much, love." He grinned sadly, "You're just like the other wives. Trying to think they did something wrong, when they truly didn't." He sighed, sitting down and pulled her night shirt up to her left breast.

A long scar trailed down from the underside of her breast down to her waist. It would fade with time, but it looked dreadful.

"I'll speak with Mother. She'll help you clean it after breakfast." He sighed. She nodded in agreement, and stood up, kissing him softly.

He ran his hand up her silky skin, and hugged her tightly.

He felt so bad, for bringing her to this world, but he knew she'd have no other way. They weren't supposed to love each other this much, but they did.

They lived and breathed for each other. They were all they had now. It was them against the world.

"Go, get dressed. I'll wait for you." He smiled, and she sighed softly, wanting to be held in his embrace for the rest of eternity. But grabbed some clothes, and walked to the bathroom.

She looked into the bathroom, and looked at her arm in the mirror.

She saw the cuts she'd given herself one night. She thought she could hide it with her blood, but Draco found her and yelled at her, as lovingly as he could, begging her to stop, before she killed herself.

She looked at how thin she'd become, and how dark she looked.

Her eyes were clouded with hatred for people, and their wrong doings. She hated the world sometimes. She hated Harry for not trying to find her.

She hated Voldemort. But she'd never dare to say it out loud. She hated that she lived in this house.

Her heart was slowly freezing over, and the only thing that kept her alive, was love.

Love, and fear for safety, was what kept her sad heart beating.

Love and fear, kept her strong.

A/N: Here you are lovies! Next chapter, will contain a few more flashbacks, including- Hermione's Dark Mark Ceremony, Losing her virginity to Draco, and their forced wedding day. I really hope you like it! PLEASE review! Tell me what you think!