Draco sat alone in the Great Hall, his dinner was untouched and his coffee cold. Many things had passed through his mind already that morning and he couldn't understand why they had, why was he thinking about her, why were these thoughts coming to him at a time like this?

They had known of each other since the first day of school and loathed each other for the same amount of time… Mainly it was his fault, but part of it was because of his father and the Dark Lord.

His face paled as she entered the Hall, accompanied by 'Scar Head' and 'Weasel'. Her mousy brown curly hair was flowing a little behind her as she walked over to the Gryffindor table with her two ever-present bodyguards in tow.

The holidays had been kind to her; she had grown a few inches and filled out a little more where it counted in his eyes… But all considered she was still as stunning in his eyes as the first day he had seen her.

"Draco my man, not eating or just saving your strength for when Pansy sees you?" Blaise asked as he sat beside his friend, shaking his head.

"No, just not really in the mood to eat anything right now… I, err, lost my appetite." Draco replied, pushing his plate to the side and slumping over the table.

"Yeah I see why, the Mud-Blood is here. I wouldn't eat either, might throw it up if I look at her." Blaise laughed as he patted Draco hard on the back a couple of times as if Draco was choking on something.

"I couldn't care if she was here or not, either way I'm just not in the mood…" He announced as he stood up a bit too fast and nearly lost his balance. "Further more, don't call her Mud-Blood in my presence again or you and I will have to step outside… Are we clear?" He added before leaving his friend in confusion.

Storming out of the Hall, Draco didn't realise the consequences of his words would have on his remaining time at Hogwarts… Or what would soon happen to the Golden Trio's Golden Girl.

Hermione left soon after he did, she had Head Duties to perform and knew Malfoy wouldn't care if she were doing them alone… She left her friends and proceeded towards the Dungeons.

Knowing this was Slytherin territory, she had to keep all her wits about her.

'You never know with Slytherins.' She thought gloomily as she made her way through the empty corridors as quietly as she could.

Hermione Granger, the smartest witch to pass through Hogwarts in many years, Head Girl and member of the Golden Trio. Hermione walked silently along the Dungeon Corridors doing her duties when a low voice spoke behind her.

"Evening Mud-Blood." The voice said before the corridor was filled with a blinding red light and then all she would see was darkness.

Blaise carried her into an abandoned classroom, locked the door and took her wand away before approaching her again, his eyes burning with hate.

"Well well well… My dear friend has told me not to call you Mud-Blood in his presence, what I'm wondering is what have you done to bring on such a change in him over the summer… Maybe he got a piece of your sweet ass and I'm missing out, well I'm not going to miss out any more Mud-Blood." He declared as he started to un-button her blouse.

Hermione's eyes flashed open as she felt something heavy on to of her and realised what was happening, she tried to move but it was no good she was bound by invisible bonds and was unable to get free.

"Blaise, please don't do this… Think of your future if nothing else." She implored as he undone the last button revealing her pink bra, his eyes lit up with glee at the sight before him.

"I am thinking of my future, think of what the other Slytherins will say when they hear I had the Potter's Golden Girl… I will be respected far more then Draco Malfoy ever could dream of." He laughed at her pleading, thinking only of how he would be praised by his fellow housemen for what he had done when it was over.

"BLAISE STOP, PLEASE!" She shouted in one last attempt to bring him to his senses, then she felt something collide with her nose and all she could see was stars and felt tears stream down the side of her face.

His faces was inches from her now, she could smell the Fire-Whiskey on his breath and the aftershave on his face.

BANG!

The classroom door burst open and standing in the doorway with a look of utter hatred, loathing, disgust and rage at the scene before him was the one person she couldn't believe was in the Dungeons right this minute, her enemy, her reason for getting hurt all these year, her saviour and at this moment, her god…

Draco Malfoy looked upon the scene before him with a lot of different feelings and emotions and not wanting to believe what was happening right in front of his eyes.

He rushed at Blaise, grabbed him and threw him against the nearest wall he could find.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?" He shouted as he punched Blaise in the face as hard as he could, not caring right now about his reputation or what his family and fellow Slytherins would think about his actions tonight.

"I'M DOING WHAT YOU SHOULD HAVE DONE YEARS AGO, I'M TAKING THE KNOW-IT-ALL MUD-BLOOD DOWN A FEW PEGS!" Blaise shouted back at his now former friend as blood ran down his face and back of his head.

Draco threw Blaise over a desk and towards the door, still seething with anger he advanced with his wand drawn and thought about all the spells, hexes and curses he could throw to cause as much pain as he could.

"Draco…" A quiet voice pleaded from the darkness making him stop in his tracks and lower his wand.

"Blaise, leave now but remember one thing… This isn't over between us, watch your back mate." Draco warned before turning his attention to a hurt Hermione.

Draco walked over, retrieved her wand, gently lifted her into his arms and carried her out of the room towards their Common Room.