Hey guys, here's the rest of Day 2. To clear future confusion, Lucius Malfoy goes into a self-imposed exile after DH. Don't forget to R&R, enjoy.

Day 2 breakfast

Hermione didn't spare Draco another look as he and Jace joined them at the breakfast table. Jace place a generous helping of bacon on his plate and Draco laid his head down, promptly falling asleep. The staff ate in silence, occasionally greeting campers. Hermione noticed that most campers were about her age and she recognized some from Hogwarts. Dean Thomas was sitting next to Harry's old girlfriend, Cho Chang, smiling and holding hands.

When everyone finished their food and Draco woke up; Jace, Jake and Fiona stood up and called for their group to join them and went off in separate directions, leaving her alone with Draco. He stretched, reaching for a plate; he put some egg and a piece of toast on his plate and began to eat in silence. Hermione watched him from the corner of her eye. She wondered how he managed to land a job here; from what she heard he was let go for being a Death eater with some serious restriction. She pondered this for many more minutes until Draco pushed his plate away and wiped his mouth with a nearby napkin.

"Stop looking at me, Granger." He said out of nowhere. Hermione was about to turn to snap at him when she realized she really was looking at him.

Blushing, she turned away and stared at the table, "How did you get a job here?" she mumbled.

"Jace tried to kill me." The simple matter-of-fact tone he used shocked her.

"What?"

He turned to face her, showing off his Dark mark, "I was a Death eater. Jace has trained himself to kill us without a moment of hesitation."

"So why did he let you live?" Hermione asked, not sure if she wanted to hear the answer.

"Because I was the only one who welcomed death." Again his flat tone shocked her. She could believe that the cocky arrogant rude arse from school would have welcomed death

"Why?" she choked out. Thinking of death always brought unwanted emotions.

"I wanted a place where I could walk without being beaten and glared at."

Hermione knew of the incidents in which he mentioned. When the war was over, Draco became the scapegoat for all the angry victims. They had dragged him and his mother out of their home and beat Draco publicly and in front of his Mother. From the reports that she had read, Hermione knew he had not fought back, until they began to beat his mother. That's when he flew into a rage and had killed four men with his bare hands. When the MLE arrived the mob had raped and killed his mother and had him suspended in midair under the Crutiatus curse and watching. After that he had disappeared; As the last Malfoy heir, the government couldn't touch the Malfoy estate, so they left it to rot.

"As punishment for those four murders, I was forced to give up my wand." Draco continued, his face was void of any emotion, "I wandered all over the country, trying to redeem myself in my eyes. I led Potter to Greyback," Hermione couldn't suppress a shudder at the werewolf's name, but Draco plowed on, "After a while, I found myself wondering through the forbidden forest. There I met Jace."

There was a long silence and Hermione waited for an answer. When he turned and walked to the cabin she hasn't been introduced to yet, she followed angrily, "Is that it?!"

Draco opened the door and motioned for her to follow, "Because everything after that is fairly pointless to ever narrate." Hermione stepped into a massive relaxing area. There was a gorgeous ebony desk, with an intricate forest design, a Muggle television and entertainment system, a pool table two couches surrounding an oak coffee table and a… a…., Hermione wasn't quite sure what this was.

"Emperor work station." Draco said walking over to the desk, pulling out a slim folder, "Jace loves that chair a lot."

Hermione couldn't help but to agree, while she wasn't a big fan of portable computers but this was comfy looking.

Before she could begin to soak in finer details, Draco filled her vision, he was intoxicatingly close and he smelled of pine and cedar. She noticed a number of small, thin white scars, marred his tan arm. She pondered the scars. How did he get them? When did he get them? How good does Malfoy look without his shirt on? What?! Where had that thought come from? Luckily Jace opened the door and saved her from looking at Draco.

"A'ight brit you're up." Jace said, walking over to the desk and sat down in the chair.

Draco nodded once before he was gone out the door, leaving her with Jace.

Jace gazed at his new assistant through an Assassin's eye. She was average size, decent bust and a very pretty face, but there was no indication of any fighting experience other than a faint scar on her neck. Looking at her neck, Jace began to salivate. He wondered how her blood would taste. Would it be the normal sweet taste of an aroused female or the burning heat of a passionate woman? Feeling his eye-teeth elongate, Jace decided he would have a little taste of Miss Granger.

Hermione wasn't quite sure what to say or do and that fact made her uncomfortable. Jace was staring at her with those breathtaking blue eyes of his, dark and mysterious.

When he stood up, Hermione jumped. Merlin, he was tall. She wasn't very good at grudging distances, but Jace had to be six five at the least. She watched as he walked over to her, tilting her chin up with his thumb and forefinger and captured her lip in the most devastating kiss.

Jace was pleased by her moan as she leaned into him. He deepened the kiss and their tongues danced around each other's, fully exploring. Jace broke the kiss and looked down at her brown eyes, dark with passion.

He kissed her again, long and slow, and then he trailed a path of fire down the column of her throat. Hermione was in ecstasy. She didn't know man could give some much pleasure with only his mouth. While she had wrapped her hand around his neck and buried her hands in his hair, Jace's hands remained limp by his sides. She had never experienced anything like this before, ever when she was with Ron. No sooner than that that had crossed her mind that Jace stepped back, head hung.

"Forgive me. I did not realize you were seeing someone." He voice husky and deep.

Hermione stared blankly at him; how had he known that she was dating someone. Before she could voice her question, Jace walked towards the other end of the room and disappeared in a ripple. Hermione looked at the space where Jace should be but saw nothing.

The air rippled again and Jace's floating head appeared.

"Are you just going to stand there? I have an entire library that needs some new visitors." Jace admonished, disappearing again.

Hermione cautiously approached the area in question with a hand out-stretched. She felt nothing as her hand vanished in the ripples but gave a small shriek as something latched onto her hand and roughly yanked her forwarded.

Her vision blurred for a split second, and then as she regained her balance, Hermione gazed upon the most extravagant library. This library put the one at Hogwarts to shame. It was about seven times bigger and by the looks of it, held about a gazillion books.

"All the books written in English are on the left-most shelf facing the wall." Jace said walking off to her right and vanished into one of the sections. Hermione wondered how many languages were recorded in this divine archive of knowledge. It took her a few minutes to walk all the way the shelf, Jace had mentioned. Looking at the shelf, Hermione could only begin to guess. Stretching from floor to ceiling and forward until the end was out of sight; Hermione grabbed the first book and sat down on the floor to begin reading.

In using Temporal and spacial magic, one must understand and abide by the laws that govern Space and Time. Like elemental magic these magic's cannot be achieved by the use of a wand, but unlike Elemental magic, Temporal and Spacial magic not only require an immeasurable amount of power, but also an indomitable will; for one could not control Space and Time with a weak will.

Hermione turned the page, completely enthralled by the subject that was being written about.

Much like apperation, Spacial magic is all about removing the barrier of distance between point A and point B. unlike apperation, a Spacial magic use does not move themselves to their destination but rather tear a hole in reality and move the place to them. In my own personal experience with this magic, this process can be reversed. The user can if he or she's will is beyond conquerable, open a hole and put themselves through it. In every documented event in which Spacial magic is used in such a way was during the Vampiric Era (somewhere between the rise of ancient Greece and the Fall of the Roman empire). In these case most of the wizards or combat magi's were Dhamphirs, using their wizard blood and their Vampire strength to enhance their ability to use it, but with a cost. Reader be cautioned; for these styles fall under Domination Magic and therefore comes with a cost if the user is too weak.

Hermione did not really understand what this Domination magic was, or what Dhampir really were or how they played into it all, but before she could continue reading, the book slammed shut throwing a cloud of dust in her face and was torn from her grasp.

"Hey!" she shouted as she rubbed the dust from her eyes, looking at a blurred Jace.

"There are some subject you should not even try to understand." Was all he said before he turned and walked away.

Hermione lurched to her feet and scrambled after him, "Wait!" she called. When she turned the corner, Jace was walking towards her with no book but his sword in hand.

"where did you put that book?" Hermione demanded, hands on hips.

"Away."

Hermione glared at him as annoyance settled over her. Who did this boy think he is? What gave him the right to be so rude?

"I'm Jace Hunter and I own this place." He said casually.

"Well that's just da…say what?" She asked after she realized he had just answered her questions.

"I am Jace Hunter, son of Samuel Hunter Dragul, and I own this grand archive of knowledge." He said in the same casual tone.

Hermione waved that away, "yes, yes, I know who you are, but how did you know I asked those questions?"

When Jace spoke, Hermione heard him clearly but his mouth did not even twitch, "Because a deaf dog could hear your thoughts."

Hermione suddenly understood, Occlemency.

"Leginiemcy." Jace said out loud.

Hermione felt a familiar sensation of annoyance settle over her. This man, while exceedingly hot, surpassed even Ron in sarcasm and being annoying.

"Not sure who Ron is but I will take that as a compliment." Jace said, walking down an aisle and pulling down a random book and began reading.

Seeing an opportunity, Hermione asked mimicking Jace's earlier casual tone, "So why am I not allow to understand what is in that book?"

"Because it's impossible for you to use it." Jace said without looking up from his book.

Hermione gave him a quizzical look before responding, mind trying to put pieces together, "How did we get here."

Again without up from his book, Jace answered immediately, "Spacial Magic."

Jace could feel Miss Granger's stare narrowing on him as he continued to read a very boring theory on how Veela blood could be used to give a wizard control over wind. Jace had felt really dumb when he saw her read his book on Domination Magic. Jace could have sworn he had locked that book away.

"So you know how to use Domination Magic?" Granger asked?

Damn this girl was sharp; "I've known since I was ten-and-five."

"But surely you had a wand before you even learned of its existence."

Really? How many questions could one person have? Sighing, Jace responded, "No, I have never liked using a wand. I enjoyed getting my hands dirty."

"What's a Dhampir?"

Jace closed his book, feeling a headache beginning in his head, "An unholy union between a Vampire and a Wizard."

"How are they important to the use of Domination Magic?" she asked.

Jace looked at her in annoyed shock. Why hasn't she run out of questions yet? Jace normally was ok with multiple questions but normally the subject was how to walk or run silently through a forest.

"Never really bothered to care." Jace hoped that the vague answer would diffuse her stream of questions but to no avail.

"Do you know any who would be willing to answer my questions?" at that question, Jace smiled a fangful smile at Hermione.

Hermione drew in a breathe quickly as she caught sight of Jace's fangs, but it was his answer that sent shivers down her spine.

"Including Myself, I know nine who would be delighted to answer them, Miss Granger."

I'm really really sorry bout the extremely long upload time. My only excuse is that my school had about two week of non-stop testing. Anyways I hope you like. If you don't or don't care let me know through pm or review, both work. I might be able to upload more next week because I'm going to VEGAS! And I'll have a monstrous amount of down time. Till then, CiOA.

P.S J.K Rowling owns pretty much everything 'cept jace Samuel and Domination Magic.