A.N. Hello luv's. Well here's another one so please enjoy, flames are welcome.

WARNINGS: This fanfiction contains adult sexual situations so if you are not interested in such things please do not read.

Disclaimer: This is for the ENTIRE fanfiction, I own nothing and Harry Potter and all its affiliates belong to J.K. Rowling and no profit is being made of this story.

Thoughts are in italics and normal conversation is typed without italics.


Hermione jumped to the side as a flash of green light went soaring by. She stared towards the fray, it was coming towards Hogwarts, out of the Forbidden Forest, and that spoke of disaster. A sea of black cloaks lit by an array of flying spells and colors, the distant noise of shouting and screaming, a background of a dark forest filled with an innumerable amount of nasty creatures. The Order was being forced back towards Hogwarts with the Death Eaters on the attack, the stars that shown in the very early morning twinkled down at the young girl.

Hermione felt her temper reach a boiling point as the screams of battle reached her ears, she slammed her hands down on the walls of the castle. Dumbledore had asked she stay here and play the part of a medi-witch. Hermione had been enraged when she was told, but at Harry's pleading look she had relented. She did not resent Dumbledore, but nor was she happy with the old coot either. 'That fool, Dumbledore! What is he thinking? I should be out there, not here. I don't want to tend to people wounds! I want to be out there, I could do so much more out there. It's a wonder Harry trusts him, but he does, so I will do as I am bid,' she thought disgustedly.

A pain filled scream split the air and, Hermione's head snappe dup searching fo rthe fallen victim. When no one came into sight her legs began to carry her across the grounds and towards the Forbidden Forest. She was half-way there when a red-head became visible, he was running towards her, a pale figure in hand. "What happened?" she called to him.

Ron's grin was feral as he stalked towards Hermione throwing an unconscious body at her feet. The pale complexion stained and the white blonde hair disheveled and out of place. Hermione looked back up at Ron wide eyed, hand over her mouth. It was Draco Malfoy. "Did you kill him?"

"You tell me," Ron said, his entire form heaving, shaking with a uncontrollable rage. Not but a month ago Lucious Malfoy had tortured and killed Fred Weasley, leaving George incomplete, shattering the young man's soul. "And I hope I did."

Hermione dare not scold him as she knelt down towards the unconscious form. She pressed her fingers up against the right side of his neck, tucking it slightly under his chin. She refrained from breathing a breath of relief as she felt a pulse beneath her fingers. "He's alive."

Ron all but growled as he turned back to look at the battle. Hermione watched him, he had grown so much. He was now tall and extremely muscular, he had grown into those rather large shoes on their seventh year, Harry a year before him. She was snapped from her stupor as Ron spoke, "Take him to the Gryffindor tower and lock him up."

"Why not the Dungeons?" Hermione asked, as she pointed her wand at Draco's body.

"He's been there before and I'm not through with him. Besides, Dumbledore would agree wouldn't he?" Ron asked, already starting to walk back towards the fight.

"You don't mind if I ask him do you?" Hermione called, to his retreating back.

Ron shrugged, "Do what you want."


Draco's body levitated by her side as she strode back to the castle, she stole glance at his near broken body. The bruises stood out starkly against the overtly pale skin and it was rather obvious Ron had resorted to physical force, rather than magical, to capture Malfoy.

She looked up as the steps of Hogwarts came into view. She met the gaze of Dumbledore, "Hermione?"

"Ron... er... captured him, sir," she said, stumbling over her words. "He also requested the Malfoy be taken to the Gryffindor Tower, sir. He was afraid that he would be able to escape the dungeons, with him having been in Slytherin and all."

Dumbledore sighed, and burrowed his brow in thought. "It would not be prudent to leave him in Mr. Weasley's care, speaking of Ron's history. Hermione, would you keep him with you. I feel that Ron will need time to calm down before he is allowed access to Draco. Could you keep him in the Head Girl room, you may make any accommodations you feel necessary. You will of course tend to his injuries and will keep him magically bound in any way you wish."

Hermione's mouth fell open into a very un-ladylike gape. "If you'll excuse my forwardness, they are treating our prisoners like dirt. We are lucky if we ever even see them again, and you expect me to treat him with... with something more than what we were given." She felt a hot blush rise to her cheeks in anger. Not only did she have to share a room with the insufferable git, she also had to make sure he was tended to! It may have been a couple months since they had been in Hogwarts bickering over pointless things, but the word Mudblood was still impressed on the back of her eyelids and a childish pride was still there. 'Come to think of it, Ron had the right idea!'

"I ask you simply to show them the mercy they refuse to bestow." Dumbledore said, wearily.

Hermione glared, "Those men know no mercy. And if left unto me, they would get as good as they gave."

"Then we shall see whose strategy will work best, in the end, good night Miss Granger." Dumbledore said, sweeping back into the castle.


Hermione knew she was glaring a hole in the wall, and as a matter of fact, she was quite happy with that, though her mood was far from happy. She let Draco's body drop with a rather unnecessary force on the floor of the Head Girl's room. When Hogwarts had been attacked she was Head Girl and Hermione saw no reason to give up her wonderful room.

It was generously furnished in gold and red, the room was circular holding a rather large four poster bed, a dresser, and a bathroom through a door on the right to her entrance door. The bathroom was fit for a sultan with all its luxeries, a tub roughly the size of a swimming pool, and every bath oil known to man, and Hermione had wasted no time in decorating the room wiht candles upon candles.

'Now for some changes,' she thought lifting her wand.

Using transfiguration she added another block to the room, a space just large enough to hold a bed with no windows and no doors, a rather large hole cut into her wall. She lifted Draco's body from the floor and all but threw it into the room, putting up a rather strong shielding charm to keep him inside the safe spot. Hermione licked her finger and ran it down the shield, giving the spell her signature and allowing her and only her to walk in and out of the space. Her eyes lifted to his form, beginning to stir in his bed.

A groan punctuated the air as his eyes slid open. "... Granger?!"

Hermione simply crossed her arms, glaring. He sat up holding his head gingerly and rubbing his face. His lithe hands reaching out and rubbing his face. He tried to gently shake his head but quickly figured out how bad of an idea it was, as his face turned bright green.

"How did I get here?" he asked, standing and walking towards her, after regaining his composure. When he hit the barrier, he ungracefully fell back onto his arse, swearing the entire way down. "What's the meaning of this? Let me go now, or Voldemort's wrath will be swift, Mudblood."

She stepped through the barrier, Draco staring wide-eyed. She held her wand towards his head, "Hold still."

"I will not," he said standing, trying to run out of the barrier again. Hermione resisted the urge to giggle as he fell back down again. "Let me go!"

"Will you just hold still, you have a concussion, and I have no intensions of letting you anywhere out of this, she gestured around the small place. Trust me Malfoy, if it were up to me, I'd leave you with it. Luckily for you, it's not up to me. Now hold still or I will make you." Hermione said, advancing on his fallen form, her eyes flashing with a rage barely under control.

"What are you people going to do to me?" Draco asked, a slight quiver to his voice, as Hermione pointed her wand towards his forehead and began chanting a spell. Hermione stood up and sighed, her eyes trailing over his form, an unholy grin on her face.

"That depends on whether or not Ron gets his hands on you."

Draco blanched, staring up at Hermione in terror. His grey eyes widening further and fearful, his body was rigid with shock, the prospect of being handed over to the brother of a man your father murdered had Draco's life flashing before his eyes.

'Not so brave now are you ferret? Now that you know you could die, and that Ron will be the one to do it, and that he will do it slowly and painfully. He will make you re-live every nasty insult, every sneer, every cross thing you have ever done to Harry, him or I. You will pay for past mistakes, and no one is going to save you,' Hermione thought menacingly, doing her best to keep an evil grin from blemishing her face. 'No one wants to save you.'

Hermione sighed, as if put upon, leaving the barrier. She stepped out without hindrence, striding towards the door.

"Where are you going? Are you going to leave?" Draco asked, leaning towards the barrier, as if trying to reach for her.

"Why Malfoy, afraid of the dark?" and with a swish of her cloaks she was gone


A.N. So didya like it? I hope you did and if you didn't well, meh! Too bad, I needed a break from The Blessing of a Curse but never fear, that one won't disappear, I will finish it! But now I'll just be juggling two stories, let's see how I do aye? Please R&R!