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Draco POV

I wasn't expecting her. What was she doing back at Hogwarts? She was supposed to be in Beauxbatons! And the look on her face was complete loathing. We had gone out for a little while in our 5th year, but she didn't really think I liked her at all, did she?

"Well Draco, you blood traitor, how's that little mudblood girlfriend of yours?" she asked, smirking.

"Don't you DARE call her that!" I growled. Her eyes grew large, as if she was surprised by my sudden outburst.

"Calm down, Dragon." she purred.

"What the hell are you doing here anyways?" I asked. "Aren't you supposed to be at the French school?"

"Daddy transferred me." she said. "And we had dinner with your family, Draco." she said, smiling. My blood grew cold. She brought up my parents.

"Funny, your mother didn't say you were dating...but apparently according to Blaise, you've been dating her for a month now?" she asked. Damn him! Why'd he do that?

"So what?" I spat. "I don't need your approval to go out with someone."

"No, you don't need mine...but have you gotten your mummy and daddy's approval?" she smirked. I stopped, and her grin grew wider.

"That's what I thought. I wonder how your father, and especially your aunt will take this. I think you've already disgraced the name of Malfoy, haven't you?"

"You're the one to talk, pug. The Parkinson name was disgraced when you were born, you slut." I retorted.

She just raised an eye brow. "You know, if I were you, I'd be nicer to the person who has the upper hand here. Remember the mudblood's little scar? Who knows? She might get another one." said Pansy, smiling.

"I'm not bringing Hermione anywhere near my parents." I said.

"Oh, I don't think it's your choice. In fact, I'd watch your back." she handed me a letter, smiled, and with a little hair toss, she started walking away.

"Remember Hermione's little scar? Who knows? She might get another one..."

Oh no.

I looked at the envelope. Sure enough-the Malfoy seal.


"Why is the world against me? What happened to those stories of true love, no matter what the status?" I wailed.

"Draco, you said it yourself. They're STORIES." said Hermione. I had told her that Pansy told my parents about us, and she was taking it better than I was.

"Why are you so calm? My parents are insane about blood status!" I exclaimed.

"It'll be fine. And I love you, remember? I'm willing to fight for us. I do daily with my best friends." she said, rolling her eyes. "And you're such a wimp, Draco. Toughen up. It's your family. They aren't going to kill you."

"I wouldn't be too sure." I said, quietly. "Besides, it's not me I'm worried about, it's you."

"Come on, Draco, I'll be fine." she sighed. She picked up my parents' letter and began reading it out loud.

"Draco, at the end of this week, you'll be coming home for break. Bring the girl. The Granger girl. She'll be a guest, so we won't harm her. Narcissa." she read.

"My family is insane, Hermione. Especially my aunt." I sighed.

"I know." she said, with a sort of grimace on her face. "But, I know that my parents are fine with it. Draco, I've been through the war already, I'll be fine. And to be honest, Pansy's right. We do need your parents' approval." she sighed.

"I don't know." I said, uneasily.

"Well I do. I'm coming with you to the Malfoy Manor." she said, with a stubborn look on her face. "And don't think you'll be able to stop me."


Normal POV

A girl walked down a corridor, and entered the library. She had been looking for someone who might team up with her, and she had finally found someone.

He was sitting alone at a table with parchment, ink and a quill laid out in front of him. He seemed upset.

"Bloody ferret. What does Hermione see in him?" the boy growled.

The girl smiled. "Upset? But I think I can help." she said.

Startled, boy swiveled around to look at her. The look on his face was cautious, but also quite interested.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"You don't like them as a couple, do you? Neither do I. And if we team up, maybe we can put their relationship to an end. Assuming Malfoy's parents don't do it first." she said, grinning slyly.

"I'm listening." he said, giving her his full attention.

She smirked. "So you're willing to be team up with me?"

"If it might get Hermione and Malfoy to break up, then you bet I am." said the boy, grinning.

She smirked. The plan was going smoothly.


Draco POV

I had been nervous when I was sent to kill Dumbledore. I had been nervous when my aunt pulled me over to try to see if it was Potter that had been caught by that load of Snatchers. I had been nervous in the Room of Requirement when Goyle had started that fire, and when I almost died there. Today, I was more nervous than I had ever been in my life.

Maybe it was because I had to worry about not only myself, but Hermione as well. She sat to my left in one of the cabins on the Hogwarts Express, staring out the window, her right hand holding mine.

I sighed. My parents said she wouldn't be harmed, but how much could I trust that? They were prejudiced, much too prejudiced.

"Draco." said Hermione softly. "We're here."

We got off the Hogwarts Express entering Platform 9 3/4, and together, we apparated to the Malfoy Manor.


My familiar home came into sight as Hermione and I landed just in front of the gate. She grew tense. I could tell because the grasp of her hand to mine grew tighter.

"Hermione." I said, softly.

"Y-yes?" she asked.

"You're cutting off my blood circulation."

She quickly loosened her grip. "I'm sorry."

"You know, you can turn around leave right now." I said.

She smiled. "If you get in trouble, it'll be my fault. I'm sticking with you."

I forced a smile, and I opened the gate. It had been enchanted so that only certain people could open it.

We headed down to the Manor. The familiarity of it all was sort of frightening. My family...how would they take it? Not well, I'd assume.

We arrived in front of the door in a shorter time than I had hoped we would. I kissed her forehead, and I lightly knocked on the door.

Within seconds, the door to the Manor creaked open. My mother's face appeared suddenly. It looked like she was swallowed in shadows, which made her even more frightening. Her blue eyes flickered between Hermione and I. She stared at Hermione as if she was trying to analyze her already.

"Come in." she said, quietly. The door swung open, and we stepped inside.

"It's...good to see you, Mrs. Malfoy." said Hermione, politely. She held out her hand.

My mother just stared at it, and Hermione awkwardly lowered her hand.

My mother snapped her fingers. A house-elf appeared.

"Wenzel, take the girl's bags up to her room." my mother ordered.

"No!" exclaimed Hermione. Mum and I just stared at her. "I'll take them! They're awfully heavy." she was already picking up her bags.

"Very well. It's awfully late-around 10 at night, I believe. Rest would be advised." said my mother, not even looking at Hermione. We both knew who she was talking to, though. I was sure my parents were going to have a talk with me.

"Oh...alright. Then good night, Mrs. Malfoy. Good night, Draco." she said. Her eyes gave me a "please-don't-get-hurt" look, and then she turned to Wenzel. "Would you mind showing me the way to my room, Wenzel?"

Wenzel looked surprised. "Right away, Miss."

Once Hermione was out of sight, and we heard her door close, my mother turned to me.

"Mum-" I started.

"You've made a big mistake, Draco." she said, quietly.

"Yo-" she stopped me again.

"Your father and your aunt are in the living room. They aren't pleased. You may not even see any mercy, Draco." she said. Her eyes pierced mine.

"Please don't anger them, Draco." said my mother, holding me in a light embrace. "I can't save you if they decide to do something to you."

"I love Hermione, Mum. I'm willing to fight for her." I said. She looked at me. Her face was emotionless.

"The living room." she said. I followed her in.

My father and my aunt just stared at me as I walked in.

"Hello father, Aunt Bella." I said, calmly.

"You dare enter so casually, you MUGGLE-LOVER?" shrieked Bellatrix.

"Bella!" exclaimed my mother.

"Calm down, Bellatrix. Let Draco speak." said my father.

I took a deep breath. "I love Hermione. I don't care if she's muggle-born, she's the smarter, sweeter, and kinder than most purebloods. Blood status doesn't even matter anymore. Voldemort is gone. What's the point in trying to keep up with his beliefs? He was wrong." I said.

My aunt looked outraged, and before anyone could stop her, she whipped out her wand. "Crucio!" she called.

"Augh!" I shouted, falling to my knees. The pain was unbearable.

"How dare you! How dare you talk that way about the Dark Lord? How dare you say his name? How dare you protect that filthy, good-for-nothing mudblood?" she shouted.

I weakly picked up my wand. Everyone was watching me.

"Muffliato." I said, quietly. My parents just looked at me. Aunt Bella looked confused as well.

I dropped my wand onto the floor. "You can punish me as much as you want. However, do NOT touch Hermione."

"What did you use Muffliato for?" asked my mother.

I smiled to myself. "I don't want Hermione to hear my pain or your prejudiced comments."

My father jumped up from the couch and drew his wand. "Crucio!"

"Ah!" Another wave of pain came over me.

"How dare you, boy? We've raised you all these years, and this is the thanks we get?" growled my father.

"Hit me." I said, calmly.

My aunt's faced lit up.

"GLADIUS CAESA!" she shouted.

I shouted out in pain. My leg had a large, clean, bleeding cut on it, as if I was cut by a sword.

"BELLA!" shouted my mum.

"Stay out of it, Narcissa." cackled Bellatrix. "Crucio!"

"Crucio!" shouted my father. My mind was beginning to close up. I fell to the ground.

My aunt came over to me and grabbed my left arm. She pulled out her knife.

"You like your little mudblood so much? How about I give you a scar like hers?" she growled.

Right over the faint markings of my dark mark, she carved a "D" into my skin. I shouted out in pain. My mum looked away from me.

"If you don't ditch the girl in 8 days, you'll have a cute little scar like hers that says 'Disgrace' on your arm." growled my aunt.

"Bella." said my mum quietly. My aunt got up and my mum came to my side.

"Come now, Draco. Let's get you cleaned up."


A/N: It was so hard to make the Malfoy's mean...

I love the Malfoys! And I know its how they are, but I can't stand making them so cruel...although the Slytherin inside me thought it was fun...

Narcissa loves her son too much to hurt him, and that's how she is usually, so I'm not making her go psycho. :)

Anyway, please review! I'd love to hear what you all have to say!

By the way, I'll be starting a new fic very soon, and it'll be just a large collection of songfics and one-shots. If you have spare time or any requests, please check it out! :)

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Luv,

Cherri