a/n hello every body. i know i have other stories to be finishing but until my computer is fixed they will have to wait. these new stories were written on my ipad so please excuse any wierd auto correct mistakes that i may have missed. happy reading and dont forget to review.

Hermione thought things couldn't get much worse. Ron had been ignoring her since his brief stay in the hospital for swallowing the poisoned mead. The school year was drawing to a close and Harry was obsessed with Draco Malfoy. She agreed that his behavior all year had been suspicious, but she also believed that Harry was going too far with his stalker behavior. So when Harry asked her to follow Draco one afternoon so he could go to Quidditch practice, she was reluctant. But in the end she had agreed. So after class she watched him in the hallway and when he was just out of sight she hurried after him making sure to keep out of was standing at the end of the hallway chatting with some other Slytherins. Then just like that he was gone. She pulled out the marauders map Harry had given her and said

" I solemnly swear i am up to no good." when the map sprang to life she desperately searched for his name. She found it a fraction of a second before it disappeared into what looked like a solid wall on the map.

'the room of requirement? ' she thought 'what is he doing in there?'

She decided to wait it out, hiding down the hallway from the entrance and watching the map closely. After a few hours of waiting she dozed off for a moment and an old door slamming startled her awake. She searched for him again before remembering where he was but to her surprise she found his name in an empty classroom just down the hall from the room of requirement. 'I should go get Harry.' was her first thought but instead she decided to see if he was doing something suspicious first. So as quietly as she could she tiptoed down the hallway, even talking off her shoes and walking in her stocking feet. When she got up to he door it was shut so she put her ear to the cold wood and tried to hear if anything was gong on. She was surprised to hear sobbing. Thinking that Malfoy was hurting someone else she cracked the door open a fraction of an inch. To her surprise he was alone sitting on an old dust-covered desk. His face buried in his large pale hands, he was the one crying. Trying not to make a sound she tried to close then door and back away. But the old door creaked loudly,startled Hermione dropped her books before trying to make a run for it. Just as she turned away a cold hand grabbed her wrist and drug her inside the empty classroom. She screamed but no sound left her mouth. Malfoy twirled her wand smirking at her. Hermione decided not to give him the satisfaction of seeing her struggle so she folded her arms across her chest and didn't try to say another word. She just stared at him intensely for a few moments before he released her from the spell.

"what the hell Malfoy?" she asked when she was finally able to speak.

"why were you spying on me?" he asked her.

" I wasn't. I heard someone crying and was trying to help, I didn't know it was you until I peeked inside. I was trying to leave when you grabbed me."

"oh.. Running back to tell your two sidekicks that the high and mighty Draco Malfoy was hiding in a classroom crying?"

"No I just wanted to get away from here and forget the whole thing." Hermione replied. "why were you upset?" she wondered aloud.

"That's none of your business."he shouted.

"Maybe I could help."she offered. He gave her a look of pure revulsion.

"You are the last person I would need help from." He shouted.

"Fine, keep up your pathetic attempts at becoming a death eater. See if I care. Just know, you can't beat Harry. He IS the chosen one and he WILL defeat Voldemort."

"Good." He murmured under his breath.

"What?" She asked thinking she misheard him.

"Never mind, you can't help. Besides I'm not trying to become a death eater." He said rolling up the sleeve of his shirt. She had a look of sheer terror on her face. "I already am one." He flashed the black mark at her and she gasped. She had told Harry he was being ridiculous, but here was proof that he was right all along.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know." She nearly whispered. Her whole body was trembling.

"Are you scared Granger?" He hissed.

She nodded refusing to meet his eyes again. She was alone, wandless, and no one knew where she was since she had the map. Maybe he was planning to torture her for practice.

"Whatever you are planning to do Malfoy just get it over with. Please don't draw it out."

" I won't." He said smiling cruelly. Then he walked towards her, her wand extended in front of him. She tried to mentally prepare for the curse that was sure to follow, but nothing could have prepared her for what he was about to do.

He handed her wand back and told her to go.

"I don't understand." She said.

"It's simple Granger, leave and don't mention this to anyone."

"Why?" She asked, her voice trembling.

"Do you know what he'll do to me, or my family if he finds out I let you go? Believe me it won't be pretty."

"I won't say a word, I swear. But maybe you should. Dumbledore can help you, hide you or whatever."

"No,he wouldn't risk it for the likes of us Malfoys."

"Yes he would. He can hide you and your family."

"Even if that was true," he said "my father would never go. My mother...maybe, but my father will not desert him again."

"The just you and your mum then. Please just consider it as another option to what you are doing. It's a suicide mission." She pled.

"I know."was all he could reply "I don't want to die, but I am all out of options. I'm supposed to kill Dumbledore. If I don't do it, I suppose my death will be long and drawn out and very painful. I don't relish the thought of dying or being forced to watch my mother die in front of me so as you can see I have to do this." He looked defeated. Hermione moved a step closer and took his hand. He jerked it away.

"Sorry, I was just trying to help. It usually works with Harry and Ron." She said blushing and folding her arms across her chest.

"Well they don't mind if a Mudblood touches them, but I do." He replied.

"Why am I even bothering? All you know how to do is call hurtful names. I was trying to help you!"

"I didn't ask for your help! You just think you know everything!" He shouted. "You can't help me, no one can!" He said before breaking down again. He was gulping air in great heaving sobs. Hermione noticed how his once pale porcelain skin was now tinged with an ugly grey color, he had huge bags under his eyes and his clothes hung on him from the dramatic weight loss.

"Dumbledore can!" She yelled."believe in him, he will figure something out. Usually his plans seem a bit off at first, but before you say no, give it a try. Please say you will think about it." She begged.

"I'll think about it." He finally relented.