"Hermione! I told you!" yelled Ron. He shoved the bushy-haired girl away from him. "You...and I...cannot happen!"

"B-but, Ron! I love you!" she stuttered.

"I know, but it's too dangerous. Voldemort is coming. He will kidnap you and use you against me and Harry," said Ron. He avoided her piercing gaze.

"But I love you!" That was Hermione's only argument. For once, she didn't know what else to say.

"I love you too, but we can't be together," said Ron emotionlessly.

Hermione turned around slowly, hiding the tears that began to leak down her face. Ever since her dark heritage was revealed, everyone, even Harry and Ron, began pushing her away.

"I might be the Dark Lord's daughter, but I'm still me!" She cried out.

Ron looked down, filled with inner conflict. This was the girl he loved, but could he really trust her? No. He couldn't, and that was why they could never be together.

"I'm sorry Hermione." He said with a tone of finality.

Hermione heard a mighty crack. The sound of her heart breaking. Running out of the room in rage, she screamed, "FINE. IF I CAN'T HAVE YOU, NO ONE WILL."

"Goddamnit, Hermione. I know you farted. What was that crack if it wasn't a fart?" yelled Ron loudly.

Hermione cried even harder as she took a turn, bumping into the chest of Professor Snape. He looked down at her with one eyebrow quirked up, his big, hooked nose, nearly touching hers.

"Be more careful next time, Miss Granger," he told her, his voice like velvet.

She ignored him but instead took off. She had no idea where she was going but frankly, she didn't care. She felt blood soaking through her shirt from where her heart broke, shattered into a million pieces, and the pain was unbearable.

"Granger? Are you okay?" queried a voice.

Hermione looked up to find herself staring into the face of Draco Malfoy. He had gotten a lot larger since she'd last seen him, with his platinum blonde hair now reduced to a couple strands of white. His midsection had certainly grown and his piercing gray eyes were not as piercing as they'd used to be.

"Come, the Dark Lord has been waiting for you," he said flatly.

Draco waved his wand dramatically, like a Shakesperian actor, a dark purple mist shooting out of his wand. Hermione, the amazing student that she was recognized the spell immediately.

"A warp spell..." She said in a hushed voice. This mist would take her to Voldemort. To... Her father.

Draco watched as she took a small step towards the spell. Soon she would be next to the Dark Lord, and soon he, Draco Malfoy, would be one step closer to his goal.

He would be the next Dark Master, with Hermione as his queen.