Hermione lazily rubbed her eyes as she laid in bed contemplating what she would do with her last day of freedom. Hogwarts would start back up tomorrow and by this time tomorrow she would be on the train back to hogwarts with at least 1000 other people for her last time. It was her seventh year at hogwarts and her last, but only as a student. As previously arranged with Dumbledor and the ministry of magic she would leave school for two years to study and come back to be the new teacher of Astronomy. Of course it would be no different for her then actually attending school because she was sure she'd love teaching more then she had loved learning. Who knows maybe one day she would teach her own daughter or son some day. She cringed as a pang of loneliness stabbed her in the chest. She was 17 years old and she had only dated three boys her whole life not to mention she was still a virgin. Hermione bitterly pushed the thought of being single to the back of her head as she forced herself to get out of bed and dressed before the day slipped away from her. The only thing she had planned was to go over to the Weasley's house to chat with Ginny and the rest of the gang.

"Master Malfoy, Mimsey comes to wake you sir." The timid house elf announced as she poked her newly bruised head into the door. A flash of rage washed over Draco's body as he looked at Mimsey's bruises and bandaged hand. What gave my father the right to beat these poor creatures on top of humiliate them on a daily basis?

"I'm awake Mimsey, what happened to your hand?" he asked her as he scanned the room to make sure no other house elf's or people were in his room. No one on the earth knew that he actually had civil conversations with his house elf nor that he disapproved of owning house elf's. To the world he was just like his father: cruel, evil, heartless, emotionless, and on top of all every one including his mother expected him to take up in his fathers foot prints and become the next generation of death eaters. But that was the furthest thing from his mind. All he wanted to do was be him. But there was one problem with that; he didn't even know who he was. He knew that his name was Draco Malfoy, he was a pure blood, his peers expected perfection and cruelty out of him, and he was expected to do evil things when he gets older. What he didn't know was that; He was actually just a scared boy on the inside waiting for someone to connect with on a whole other level than Pansy, Goyal, Crabbe, Blaise, or his parents could. But of course he didn't know this yet.

"Master told me that I did a bad job at cleaning the floors and that I should punish my self." Mimsey answered as If it was the most normal thing in the world. Draco flinched at the thought of poor little Mimsey inflicting that kind of pain on herself. "Do I offend you little master? Shall I punish my self more?" Mimsey asked when Draco said nothing to her.

"No!" Draco sighed at the urgency in his voice. "No Mimsey, I NEVER want you to hurt your self for me. If you ever do you'll be hurting me too Mimsey. Okay?" he said looking her in the eyes. She had such naive eyes, they were big, brown, curious, and honest. It hurt him to see something as pure as Mimsey to be treated like a stray dog that had no use in this world at all.

"Yes, little master. Mimsey understands." She said as she bowed low and exited his 

room. Draco sighed as he willed him self up and to his bathroom where he took a shower to get ready for the days promised challenges. Yesterday he had gotten him self into some trouble when he refused to meet with the dark lord to gain a spot as a death eater. He had told his dad that he would never be a death eater and that he was wasting his time. Of course his father didn't like this and promised that today would be hell. He could hardly wait to see what kind of mental, emotional, and physical punishment his twisted father had thought of for him today.

Hermione sighed as she stood in front of her mirror staring at her naked body it seemed like she fell asleep one night the flat chested know it all that every one knew her as and woke as the beautiful minx that she was staring at in the mirror. She started at the top of her head which was no longer the frizzy mop that it had once been, she had straight silky hair now, her bushy eye brows were now plucked and tamed, she no longer had baby fat on her face her cheeks had a slight tint of pink making it look as though she was blushing a little, her neck was slender and long leading to small and fragile shoulders that lead out to her skinny tan arms, her breasts had gone from an A cup to a large B and her waist narrowed then widened to her lush rounded hips and firm butt, finally going down to her well toned mile long legs tan as well. She had really become quite the beauty and every one noticed not only her. The other day Ronald had gotten a bit shy when Hermione had to hold his hand and show him the proper way to move his wand as she taught him a new spell. Harry tried not to notice but she would even catch him looking at her in an odd way. Fred and George were always hitting on her and flirting along with random other men who had the guts to talk to her. Hermione found it odd that men found her attractive to her she was a plain Jane, nothing special but any sane person would take one look at Hermione and instantly thing: beauty. When she tired of looking at her self she sprayed a little perfume on her body and got dressed. It wasn't like Hermione to care much about fashion so she put on ripped jean shorts, and a red spaghetti string tank top and made her way down stairs to say good bye to her parents then head out to the Weasley's

"Mum, dad I'm going to go to the Weasley's for a bit. I'll probably be back this evening." Hermione announced on her way to the fire place.

"Okay honey, be home before nine though, you have to wake up early tomorrow for school." Her parents told her as she picked up the floo powder and vanished into the Weasley's living room.

"Hello Hermione." Fred said with a wicked smirk on his face.

"Hello, Fred how are you?" Hermione smiled at him. He really was a nice guy and she didn't mind him flirting with her since she had known him since her first year at hogwarts. After all what harm was a little flirting? It was a healthy way to keep them joking and friendly with one another.

"I'm good, I expected you to follow me up to my room last night, I was pretty disappointed to sleep alone in my big empty bed." He shot at her with wiggling eye brows.

"I was right behind you Fred I don't know what you're talking about." She teased as she 

stepped out of the fire place and brushed her self off

"I think that I'd remember such a memorable night if your were there with me," Fred said as he stood up and made his way toward Hermione.

"Fred wait-" She was cut off as he pressed his lips to hers in an awkward way. He thought that kissing Hermione would be something special something that would arouse him and torture him to his very core, but it was actually like kissing his aunt only not so awkward. Sure she felt soft and welcoming but it was just to weird to have Hermione Granger in his arms with her lips pushed to his. The Hermione fucking Granger that he's known since his second year at hogwarts, the girl Ron has a thing for, part of the golden trio, the girl he just discovered he had no sexual attraction to at all, yeah that Hermione Granger. She was still hott though.

Hermione pushed Fred away with a quick shove to the gut and smoothed out the imaginary wrinkles on her. She took a chance and shot a glance up at Fred who was looking back at her with nothing but friendly intentions in his eyes. This up set her a great deal though she'd never admit it to anyone, because deep down she wanted boys to look at her and yearn for her, she wanted to be a heart breaker with her new found beauty. Not in a sluty way she just wanted to finally be noticed for more then her wits. Why had Fred looked at her like that? Why didn't he still have curiosity, lust, and a flirtations sparks in his eyes? Was she a bad kisser?

"Now, why did you go and do that?" Hermione finally pushed the words out of her throat and out of her mouth as she wiped the taste of Fred off her slightly swollen lips. She looked up at Fred who had a look of realization on his face. She just didn't know what that realization was; Fred William Weasley had just figured out the girl he had been dreaming about since the beginning of the summer was nothing more than friend material.

"I don't know...I thought that it'd be different? You know you kinda remind me of my aunt?" Fred laughed. Hermione flushed a vibrant color of red and left Fred to what ever he was doing before he decided to violate her in such an abrupt way.

"Wait Hermione!" Fred yelled as she was half way up the stairs, she stopped and waited for him to say something. "I still think you bloody hott!" He said with a smile. Hermione shook her head and started walking again shaking her butt just because she knew Fred was watching.

"Oy, Fred! I saw the whole thing! You don't look like you just kissed the girl of your dreams?" George had a smug look on his face when he came out from behind the wall. Fred shot his twin brother the nastiest look he could muster and George had no problem mimicking it.

"She's just not what I thought she was. We're just friends, okay?" Fred snapped and sat back down on his couch and continued to read the daily profit. George walked toward the stairs because he knew that once he said what he was going to say Fred would be coming at him like a freight train and he wanted a running start.

"Hey Fred, Maybe she just needs to be kissed by a REAL man?" George said as he shot 

Fred a devious look then shot up the stairs right when Fred was running at him at full speed.

Draco sat in silence as he waited at the table with his mother on the opposite end. Meals were the only time he saw his mother other wise she was around the manor or out to tea with her rich friends and fur coats. She had a reputation to up hold, she had to be the perfect pure blood, mother, and wife. She was a death eaters wish come true.

"Draco, you know as well as I do that you are to be a death eater." Draco sighed as he heard his mother talking to him. He had heard this before and something told him that this wasn't the last time he would be hearing it either.

"Mother, I've told you as I've told father that I DON'T want anything to do with this RIDICULOUS war that's going on!" he yelled with as much haste and anger as he could. Nacissa gaped at his reaction.

"How dare you speak to me as if I was nothing more then one of these pathetic little house elf's?!" She fumed as she got out of her chair and made her way to Draco, no doubt to hit him and curse at him until she felt dominate again. Draco sighed as he stood up and pushed his chair out so he could have more room to try and contain his mother when she started to fling her self about. Just as Nacissa was about to reach for Draco's face a mail owl flew above the table and dropped an envelope. Draco didn't need to be told who it was from. It was a letter from the dark lord him self. He had seem many of his envelopes blood red and sealed in the back with the dark mark. Nacissa sighed as if her fun was cut short and opened the letter. Draco didn't have time to ask what it said before his mother was throwing the plates and cups off the table sobbing uncontrollably.

"Mother-" Draco was cut short by his mother abruptly stopping her rampage and turning to him wild eyed. She took in a deep breath and stomped right up to Draco and stood less then an inch away from him.

"This is all your fault, you ungrateful, spineless, good for nothing, little shit!" she screamed in Draco's face as she waved the letter around in her haste. Draco recoiled from his mother's harsh words and tone of her voice. Never had she yelled like this before. "If you would have just excepted the mark none of this would be happening! It should be you have been YOU Draco!" Draco was stunned, what was she talking about? He was letting his guard down something Malfoy's never did. He put up his defensive walls and looked at his mother with cold piercing eyes causing her to step back. Deep down she always feared Draco would snap one day and finally hit her back much like his father, her husband. And when Draco looked at her that way it scared her to the core. He was capable of cold malicious things, this she was sure of.

"Just tell me what happend!" He tried to yell back but was answered with a quick harsh slap to the face followed by her hitting him in random places. Draco stood still and let her take her anger out on him. What was a son good for right? Finally Nacissa stopped her wrath and straightened up to a perfect posture dropped the letter on the table and sophisticatedly left the room with a mess and a very hurt and confused Draco. When his mother was completely out of the room and he heard her slam her door did 

he dare to pick up the letter that had brought his mother such distress. The words he read made him sick to the point where he was dry heaving. The letter read:

To the Malfoy residence,

Lucious Malfoy was killed today while at war. It was a small price to pay for the award that's sure to come if we continue. Lucious was well aware of the consequence that came with being a death eater and was a loyal follower until the end.

P.s. Draco, A spot is always open for you. Remember, if you don't come willingly then Lucious has made a last request: To make you a death eater willingly or by force. Make the right decision. You have until mid school year to make your choice or I will be coming for you.

Draco was shocked and disgusted at the same time. He didn't know weather to mourn for his late father or to hate him with every fiber of his being. So instead he sat down at his rightful place at the table and continued his meal with a mess around him and a letter he wished he never read in front of him. Damn his father for putting his son in this position, then again he was a Malfoy. And Malfoy's got what they wanted at any price and price was nothing to his father, not even if that price was flesh and blood.

AN: okay so there's my first chapter. I hope that you enjoyed it. Reveiw if you want to. Doesn't matter if it's good or bad just review. I like to know what other people think of my stories.