He wished to be one of them. One of the dancers in the club he now stood in. Someone who didn't care what was going on or what was about to happen. He was jealous of their stupidity. Jealous of the fact that they didn't believe anything would ever happen to them. How can they fight against something they never thought was real? How is it war when no one fights you back? He could kill everyone here and no one would know. But in a war, one has to make themselves noticed. A big battle or an explosion. Something that screams Terror.

He saw his agenda sitting at the bar. She was younger than him and seemed happy amongst her friendly muggles. She never even noticed him until he sent a cosmopolitan to her. He nodded at her. She just stared. Her red dress matched her equally red hair and she looked like a slut. Well at least according to him. He saw a tear roll down her cheek. She knew, he knew. It was time. He walked up to her and saw her hand shaking.

"Shh...you'll be fine. I'll make sure of it. Ancora." The room froze. The only people left in reality were the two of them. She trembled some more as he slowly leaned against her. Her back was pressed against his chest and she could feel his steady heartbeat.

"Please...don't." She whispered. More like pleaded with him. He didn't care. He heard so many pleas in his short life that it no longer caused him to flinch or have nightmares. "Why?"

"We need you. Who cares about you here? They don't even know your name, Virginia."

He motioned to her slutty friends next to her. They stood frozen in mid laugh. "I've found you. I found you where precious Potter didn't look. Where your brother never heard of. And that mudblood, Granger, never even thought of." He began to stroke her fiery hair. It flowed through his fingers like water. She's used magic to achieve that effect.

"And you care? I'm just a picture in a folder somewhere. Another successful score for The Draco Malfoy." She slammed her drink on the bar. Her eyes searched out his tell ones. She noticed how no emotions were seen in his eyes.

"So..." Draco was getting impatient. He hated how this girl was trying to make him feel bad. He could care less. He began to slide his fingers across his wand that was tuck into his pants. "Cellula." Virginia swirled into a fine mist and disappeared into the air. Draco knew she would be put into a comfortable confinement for the time being. "Velocit."

The room began to move again. Virginia's friends were a bit confused about what happened to their friend. One of them gave a disgruntled look towards Draco and walked off. He just shrugged and left the club into the open city.

.............

Hermione Granger could see the wizards and witches raising hell from where she crouched. She was scared to leave the small tunnel that had been her home for three weeks now. She wasn't accepted by anyone anymore, not even Ron or Harry. Both became different after school let out. They adopted new ways of thinking, of talking, and new friends. Her friends ditched her for power. But no one even knows about it. Harry and Ron somehow managed to fool everyone, but her. Who could fathom that they would become evil? Become no better than Malfoy. But ironically she liked the idea that Malfoy controlled the dark side. That meant Harry and Ron had to bow down to him.

"Earth angel, earth angel, Please won't you be mine? My darling dear, love you all the time, I'm just a fool, A fool in love with you..."

Hermione heard someone softly singing behind her. The voice was coming from the sewer tunnel she was in. She didn't turn around, she was too scared to. She's seen movies where the girl follows the voice and ends up trapped. That won't be her. No way.

"Blue moon, you saw me standing alone, Without a dream in my heart, Without a love of my own..."

This time the voice was directly behind her. She felt the man's breath on her skin. Hermione put her hands over her ears and began to rock. There's nothing behind me. There's nothing there. No voice. No singing. Nothing. Just rats. She put her hands down and not a sound was made inside of her personal tomb. She smiled.

"Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away, Now it looks as though they're here to stay, Oh I believe in yesterday..."

Hermione couldn't control herself this time and quickly turned around. A tall man leaned against the stone wall and was watching her. He smiled and hesitated before stepping forward only two steps. She was still unable to recognize him because of the lack of light.

"Please, stop. Go celebrate somewhere else." Hermione pleaded. She wanted this man to celebrate the death of the only good wizard left. She wanted to be left alone to mourn the death of Dumbledore.

"Now that would leave you all alone, Hermione. Wouldn't want to do that with all these mean mudblood hating people about." The man said. No emotion was heard in his voice. Just a simply monotone voice.

He began to whistle a tune Hermione didn't recognize. She still didn't recognize this man. His voice seemed vaguely familiar but it's been too long since she's seen anyone she knew.

"Who are you?" She whispered. A small tremble went down her spine.

"Someone you know." A loud explosion went off outside and Hermione's attention was focused on it for a few seconds. Allowing the man to grab her and spin her around to face the outside, away from him. "Look at them. Some of your loyal friends are out there. Having fun. Hiding behind their masks. Cowards. But what does that make you? You're hiding and have absolutely no social skills. I wonder if you act the same...or maybe even taste the same."

His tongue reached out and licked her ear. He lowered his lips till he found her pulse and began to slowly suck on it. Hermione remained motionless. Her brain was trying to find a way out of here. Something to hit this stranger with.

"I'm terribly sorry to break-up this lovely reunion but she has to go. Come on, Ron." Hermione stopped breathing. The mouth was still sucking and he seemed not to hear the new voice behind her. Ron. Ron stopped and looked at the man behind them. She was still facing the street and couldn't see who it was.

"Damn it, Harry. Just one quick fuck then I can hand her over to Malfoy. Please?" "Sorry. Ask him later. He's not in a good mood. He found your sister. She's in her cell. We have to go back to the ministry and come up with a ransom note for the two of them. Then Malfoy will tell us what to do with them." Harry said. He watched Ron and waited for him to send Hermione to her prison.

"Until next time..." Ron licked her neck from the collarbone to the fresh bite mark on her neck. "Mmmm... Cellula." He mumbled.

And just like Virginia, Hermione disappeared into a whirling cloud of smoke and sent away.