Title: Survivor

Previously on Chapter 2- Tied To A Rock

For the very first time in her life, Hermione Granger was more than willing to kill. And that person was going to be Draco Malfoy. She didn't need her wand, she would do it with her own hands if she had to. She was going to avenge her best friend's death. She promised she'd do it.

She would do it for Ginny.

Disclaimer: Don't own the characters and you know the rest.

Chapter 3- Of Confusion and Rage

A rage that Hermine had never felt before surged through her body. This rage had suddenly surfaced, scaring part of her at its intensity. She never felt like this before. The emotion was so new, strong and raw. She stared into the eyes of the man who killed her friend. Her eyes, filled with pain, suffering and hate, drilled into his.

A dark smile spread across Draco's extremely pale face and Hermione clutched her fists once more. She wished with all her might that she could cause him the most damage.

"Are you remembering it?" he asked so softly that Hermione barely caught what he said.

Hermione didn't open her mouth to reply. She knew that if she did, a long string of profanities would escape. She fought the urge with all her might. But Hermione's anger doubled when she saw that dark smile widen.

"It hurts, doesn't it?" he whispered. His eyes were on her face while his right hand was playing with a loose strand of brown hair. Draco circled it around his finger several times while something in his eyes changed.

He was still looking at Hermione but as though looking through her. As though she wasn't there.

He's remembering something, realized Hermione silently.

Fury flickered in his eyes for a moment and Draco was suddenly grabbing Hermione's hair so tightly that she was scared that he would rip it off.

"Stop!" she cried, unable to keep silent any longer.

Hearing Hermione's pained voice Draco blinked and the fury that clouded his gray eyes disappeared. He blinked, as if confused. The coldness was back in his gray eyes as he stared at Hermione, but that untamed fury was gone. He quickly let go of her hair as though it had burned him.

Hermione stared back, unable to push away that fear that was rising from inside of her.

I shouldn't be scared of this coward. Then what would Ginny think of me? she thought as she took a deep breath, trying to calm down her nerves.

Draco leaned closer to her, bringing a sharp knife from inside his pocket. He brought it right between them, the silver knife gleaming. It showed Hermione's reflections, her eyes wide and terrified.

"Scared, Granger?" asked Draco, grinning evilly.

Hermione slowly shook her head, her eyes never leaving the knife in front of her face. But in one swift motion, the knife was digging into the robes that were biding Hermione to the large rock.

In only a few quick seconds, the ropes fell onto Hermione's lap, freeing her from the black rock behind her. Draco rose to his full height and put his knife back into his pocket.

Cautiously Hermione stood on her own two feet. Her muscles were screaming at her to sit back down, but she ignored it. Her muscles were stiff and sore from staying in one position for so long. Slowly Hermione threw the ropes somewhere to her right.

Draco was watching her closely as Hermione's eyes searched the cave with more detail.

No weapons I can use, she noted as her eyes landed on the blonde man. But seeing that smile back on his face made Hermione sick. She looked away, staring at the wall. What am I going to do now? What can I do now?

"How was her funeral? Was it fun?" came Draco's sarcastic question.

That rage that had flickered and spread throughout Hermione's body, started to build.

No. I have to concentrate, she thought, trying to push the emotion aside.

But Ginny's smiling face was burning in her mind, reminding her of everything.

"What about the Weasley family? Did the fat mother just die from grief?" Draco persisted, his tone amusing. Angry tears formed into Hermione's brown eyes as she turned to face him.

Deciding that she had had enough, Hermione decided to take action as she dived for a nearby stone. The craving of giving Draco Malfoy as much physical pain as possible was strong and overwhelming.

The exact moment that Hermione grabbed the heavy stone, Draco grabbed his wand from his pocket, a small sneer forming on his face.

"Don't even try. Put it down," he warned Hermione.

"You killed her. You killed Ginny," she cried in anger. The tears made their tracks down Hermione's dirty cheeks.

She threw the rock at him which he dodged easily, a look of boredom on his face.

"Granger, you need a lesson on how to treat your superiors. Oh, and are you looking for this?" he asked mockingly as he grabbed another wand out of his pocket.

Hermione immediately recognized the wand as her own. Right in front of her eyes, Draco snapped it in two and threw it on the ground.

"Go fetch," he said a mad glint in his eyes, "go on Granger, go fetch,"

Hermione couldn't help but to feel that this wasn't the Draco Malfoy she remembered at school. There was something about him that changed or that was gone. His blonde hair had grown past his shoulders, his black robes were ripped and scratched and she could tell that they haven't been washed for weeks. But the thing that intrigued but scared her at the same time was his eyes. There was such a lack of warmth as though she was staring at an endless pit.

I need to think of a plan, she thought to herself, wondering how she could ever get herself out of this situation alive and warn the others.

"How did you find us?" she asked carefully, trying to buy time trying to think of a plan.

"There's a funny story behind it actually," laughed Draco bitterly, " we actually were abandoned,"

"Abandoned?" repeated Hermione surprise in her voice, her full attention on him.

"Yes, we were abandoned on this forsaken island," he hissed, " We were left to die,"

The more information Hermione received, the less she understood.

"By who?" she asked.

"Honestly Mudblood, it's like asking what's two plus two," he said shaking his long hair.

Then with such quick reflects that surprised Hermione, Draco was behind her. An arm snaked its way to her waist while his other arm tightened around her neck.

"You would be surprised at how many secrets are in this cursed island," he whispered into her ear. Hermione's eyes were wide with fright.

What is he going to do? She thought to herself.

(Author's Note: Before anyone gets the obvious idea in his or her head, it's not it! That's all I can tell you, which is probably enough. I can also understand that this story is probably not making much sense right now and well…get ready to get even more confused (I love making you guys think hard!). First of all, Draco really hates Hermione( you'll find out in chapter 4). And sorry for the long wait, I'm writing chapter four at the moment. Anyways, review please! Thanks!

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