DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING! I DON'T EVEN OWN HOTEL ANGELIQUE; MY FRIEND DOES. SEE A/N AT BOTTOM.

Dear Hermione,

Since I last saw you, it has felt like a lifetime. I long to see your face again, even for just a second. I've spent hours thinking of you, your smile, your warmth, your grace. I know your don't feel the same way about me, but please, let me see you again, even if it's for one last time.

Meet me at 8:00 pm at the Hotel Angelique on Lilac Lane.

I hope to see you there.

Always and forever,
Blaise

Hermione gently closed the letter and replaced it in the envelope. Blaise was so sweet. So why didn't she love him like he did her? She shook her head. Now was not the time for contemplating complicated emotions.

She quickly gathered her things and checked her appearance, which included a stunning midnight blue evening dress adorned with sparkling diamonds, a few pieces of jewelry, and a fancy up do courtesy of Sleekeazy's Hair Potions, then prepared to apparate.

CRACK!

The sound pierced through the night like a gunshot. Hermione winced. 'I sure hope nobody heard that,' she thought nervously.

Brushing some lint off her dress, the young witch began to walk out of the alleyway where she had just apparated, only to find a hand on her arm dragging her back into the darkness.

"Hey there. You're a pretty one," a thick voice sounded in her ear. A rough hand began to run up her thigh.

Struggling desperately, Hermione tried to loosen the man's grip, only to have it tighten around her neck, cutting off her oxygen supply. This was definitely not on her to-do list today. 'Damn it, why didn't I bring my wand?' She mentally slapped herself, not that it helped her situation much.

Still attempting to get away, Hermione somehow managed to find her attacker's toe and smashed her heel into it. Hearing the man howl in pain and release her, she thanked every god she knew that she had decided to wear her 3-inch stilettos tonight.

"Help! Somebody help me!" She began stumbling blindly through the alley, hoping beyond hope that someone would come to her aid.

"Shut up, you stupid bitch!"

A large hand grabbed the back of her dress, yanking Hermione back to face the man. She tried in vain to push his hands off of her, only to find one of them connecting with her face. Disoriented and dizzy, Hermione's vision began to dim from the impact of the hit. The man's smug chuckle reached her ears before falling limply in his arms.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

The actual author of this story is my best friend. She has given me this story because she knows how much I love Draco/Hermione. This is sort of a gift from her to me, an ongoing one. Although she has already written 9 chapters, she is still not finished with the story. She is very busy with schoolwork which means that updates after the 9 chapters might not be as consistent.

I will be updating this story every Wednesday.

Please review to encourage her to write some more. :