Chapter Two

Draco slithered into the Alleyway after the girl. Her coffee brown, bushy hair bounced off her shoulders as she hurriedly along the brick walls. The ground was littered with trash, which utterly disgusted Draco, who had new shoes on. Carefully he caught up to her.

"May I have a word?" He grabbed her roughly by the hand. Hermione Granger's bright brown eyes turned to face Draco. She gasped in horror as he smirked. "Well, well, well, if isn't Miss Granger."

"Malfoy," She tried to wrench her hand away, realizing with dreadfulness, her blunder.

"What are you doing around these parts?" He wondered sarcastically.

"None of your business," she spat.

"Than I'll make it my business," He clutched tighter onto her hand, insuring her no hope that he might let go.

"What do you want with me, Malfoy," Hermione angrily asked as Draco snatched away her wand from her coat pocket.

"I need you," He started.

"You are disgusting!" Hermione howled.

"Not like that! You filthy Mudblood," He too, was repulsed. "I need you to do a favor for me."

"A favor?" She raised her thin eyebrow, "What kind of favor would a noble ferret, such as yourself, want from a lowly mudblood like me?"

"You will find out," He assured her, as he pulled her along side him. The entered the street which had only a few people milling about. "If you make a sound or look unnatural, you will regret it, Granger," Draco pushed the tip of his wand into her side as they walked.

Hermione felt like such a fool. Why had she not listened to Ron and Harry! She cursed herself. She had single handedly ruined all that they had been working for, and for what a stupid reading book that she couldn't even find! Her heart beat wildly in her chest as she began to panic.

She could feel the tip of Draco Malfoy's wand poking into her side. His cold hand wrapped tightly around her own. No one acknowledge the two of them as they walked through the gates of Hogsmeade. She was stumbling to keep up with Draco, who was walking in hurry. The towering turrets of Hogwarts castle came into view as the sun began to fade behind them.

"How very smart," Hermione laughed at him. "Take me into Hogwarts where I know people to help me."

"Shut up," He pointed his wand at the tip of her pink lips and muttered something incoherent. Hermione felt her tongue go stiff and her mouth was unable to move. She wanted to scream, but it wouldn't work. "That's better," Draco smirked at her. "Not so smart now, are you?"

He laughed cruelly and dragged her along. Draco Malfoy was much stronger than she had thought him to be. They entered Hogwarts grounds. The grass was as green as Hermione had remembered it. How she had longed to come back and visit, but not under theses terms of being escorted by the blonde haired ferret. They went unnoticed through the many passageways of Hogwarts. Most students were heading to their common rooms to do homework and such.

They came upon an empty stone wall in an abandoned corridor. Hermione knew exactly where they were, having spent so much time there in her fifth year. A grand looking door began to leisurely etch itself on the blank wall. A golden door handle appeared gleaming in the nearby light. Draco ushered her inside the candlelit room where a cauldron sat on a small fire.

"Here we are," He said, while dragging her to the wall. "I don't want you getting away." The tip of his wand touched the wall and two long chains spilled out of it. After Draco had locked her securely in, he lifted the charm from her mouth.

"You devil!" She screamed, trying desperately to lash out at him.

"Aww, that really hurts my feelings so you know," Draco pretended to wipe a tear from his ice blue eyes. "Now, Granger, if you behave and help me out, I will let you go, but if not I know of a dark wizard that would love to get his hands on you."

"Voldemort is not a great wizard," Hermione scoffed at him. Draco's mouth twitched. His hand whipped her face violently. She stood there stunned as he backed out of her reach.

"You will not talk about the Dark Lord that way," Draco seethed. "Understand?"

"I will talk about him however I like," She spat on the ground at his feet, hitting his sleek black shoe.

"You fifthly mudblood!" Draco shrieked, as he stared at his spit covered shoe. He curled up his fist punching her in her side. She crumpled to the ground with a groan. Draco wiped the spit covered shoe on her navy blue coat.

"You are despicable, Malfoy," She wheezed, clutching her side with her small hands.

"And you, my dear, are a mudblood," He turned from her, blowing out the row of candles as he left.

The sun shone brightly through the small, round window in the room where Hermione lay on the cold stone floor. The smell of the brewing potion was overwhelming and caused her to sleep very little that night. Her side ached miserably.

"Are you going to sleep all morning?" The icy voice laughed.

Hermione sat up carefully and saw Draco Malfoy, his blonde hair shinning, sitting on a chair by a table that was littered with plant roots and other various things. He was eating a freshly baked pastry, the smell of it made Hermione's stomach grumble loudly, but she ignored it. He tossed the bitten pastry at her carelessly. It landed by her left hand, but she did not pick it up.

"You aren't going to eat it?" Draco faked an offended tone.

"No, I am not hungry," Hermione smiled acidly and flicked the pastry away from her reach. She refused to eat anything he gave her.

"Fine, you can starve," Draco frowned. "I don't really care."

"Liar," Hermione smirked at him this time.

"Excuse me," Draco asked angrily.

"You don't want me alive, you need me alive," Hermione laughed. "You need me to make you some stupid potion because you have always been rotten at potion making."

"I do just fine," Draco growled. "Stupid Mudblood."

"So what are you brewing?"

"I thought you'd never ask," Draco leered wickedly and her small pink lips turned into a frown. "Have you heard of the Reciprocus potion?"

She gasped, "You wouldn't!"

"I would," His eyes glinted sadistically.

"That is not a potion to play around with, Malfoy," Hermione chided.

"I am not playing around with it," Malfoy said. "I am merely making it for some highly interesting usage."

"As in what?"

"I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise."

"I refuse to tamper with that potion," Hermione crossed her arms over her chest.

"You don't really have a choice," Draco sneered. "You can help me willingly or I can use the Imperius Curse." Hermione watched him finger his wand lovingly at the thought of such a thing. She did not doubt he would do it either. "Which will it be?"

Hermione said nothing. What choice did she have? None.

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