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He doesn't feel that way about you. He never has, and he never will. All you well ever be to him is that buck-toothed silly little girl. Do you honestly think that when you both finish school, he will keep in contact with you? He just needs to use you for his homework. They both do. You're not really wanted. They'd only notice that you'd cleared off when they started to feel hungry. You know that, don't you? Who could ever love you? Him, a pureblood wizard. And you, a filthy little mudblood. A-

Furiously, Hermione tore the green locket off from around her neck, and had to seriously stop herself from flinging it as far away as possible. From in front of her, Harry turned around and stared sternly at her. 'Put it back on, Hermione.'

She hated his patronising tone. But when Ron came and put his arm around her, she put the locket back around her throat again.

He only did that because without you he wouldn't get fed.

She didn't know where the Horcrux had got these ridiculous ideas from. He was Ron Weasley. He talked with his mouth full. He never did his homework on time and instead got her to do it for him. He knew too much about Quidditch and not enough about Charms. He teased her mercilessly for being a know-it-all. He swore too much. He was too over-protective of Ginny and of herself. He complained a lot. He was scared of spiders. He was too good and too competitive at Wizard Chess. He always came out with really inappropriate jokes at the wrong sort of times.

He was Ron Weasley. He always had time to talk to her, even when he had his mouth full of food. He never did his homework on time and would come and sit by her feet with that gorgeous charming smile of his as he begged her to do it, telling her that he loved her when she did. He knew too much about Quidditch and not enough about Charms so that they could teach other bits about the two subjects. He called her his know-it-all, so that when other people did it, it did not hurt nearly as much. He swore too much to the secret delight of Hermione who was raised in a household where bloody hell was a taboo. He would do anything to protect Ginny and Hermione, even when his help wasn't needed or wanted. He complained about his family and was honest enough to admit any flaws in people, rather than hiding it behind his hands. He was scared of spiders, but willingly, although after much persuasion by Harry, walked into a forest full of giant ones in order to save her. He used his training in Wizard Chess to sacrifice himself for her and Harry. He always came out with really inappropriate jokes at the wrong sort of times. Just trying to diffuse the tension.

She felt herself smiling, though the bruises on her face tried to push her lips down. She'd been here in this room for about a week now, and was now in the right sort of frame of mind to examine it more thoroughly. Contrary to what she originally had thought, she was not in a dungeon. True, the walls were of grey stone, but they were covered in green velvet tapestries and hangings to keep the heat in. The room could even be considered comfortable. It had not occurred to her that she was lucky enough to be sleeping on a proper bed, better than the one that she had been sleeping in for the last year or so in the tent. But as she smiled at her surroundings, she felt herself be physically be pushed back in shock that she had grown accustomed to her new settings. Are you an idiot, Hermione? She screamed at herself in her head. What are they going to plan to do with you? What are they going to plan to do with you? As this thought grow louder and louder in her head, Hermione began to spiral out of control and she ran to the window. Only to discover, when she pulled back the green velvet curtains, that there was none. There was no window in her room. No. Not her room. The room. The room. There was no window in the room. She could not breathe. The door was a heavy oak, and when she ran to it, kicking and screaming, there was no impact made on the door, but instead on her shoulders, which were quickly turning purple, as she threw herself at it. Again and again. Finally, she ran to the great stone walls and scratched at them with her nails until her fingers grew bloody.

I can't breathe. I can't breathe. I can't breathe. I can't breathe.

A strong pair of arms grabbed her roughly around the waist and pinned her to the floor, on top of his lap. She lay panting against his chest, still struggling to get away.

'Breathe with me.' Lucius Malfoy ordered. 'You are having a panic attack. Breathe with me.'

Reluctantly, she began to breathe in time with him. Hardly believing that she was doing something in sync with a Death Eater. At this she began to scream and to cry even louder, thrashing against his strong arms.

'What is it?' He demanded. 'What's the matter?'

'He's dead'.

So. Is Lucius a good guy, or a bad guy? Because at the moment, I don't really know. And as it could go either of two ways, I would like you wonderful guys and gals to tell me! And give reasons too please! See the thing is, I really don't like Lucius Malfoy. But I LOVE Jason Issacs. And I just can't hurt him. He's too much of a babe for me. 3 3

P.S: - You will all be meeting The Dark Lord very shortly...xx