Disclaimer: Does anyone know if Draco is for sale? Or maybe, where I could find Tom Felton? (I own nothing but the computer I'm typing on.)

A/N: PLEASE don't kill me! I have been VERY busy. Not a very good excuse, but it really is the truth. Plus, I was having a hard time getting this chapter on paper. I knew what I wanted to happen, but everything I wrote wasn't good enough. After a lot of rewriting I believe I can finally post this. I would like to give out a very big 'thank you' to all of you that have reviewed. It means a lot!

Well, enough rambling. Please enjoy... and review!

Chapter 3

Hermione sat in a black, overstuffed arm chair. She was holding a leather bound book- flipping threw the pages in an almost frantic matter. Her delicate face held the expression of pure determination.

Sighing, she pitched the book to the green carpeted floor. Many others were strewn on the ground, tables, and sofas. Obviously, she had not found what she was looking for.

"You know, I would be more respectful to the books. They are kind of old," Draco said in a mocking tone, referring to the book she had tossed carelessly to the floor. "Ancient actually."

Hermione jumped out of her seat, startled by his sudden presence. "The books don't matter, Draco," she spat back at him. "Especially if we're dead." She strode through the majestic room to where a roaring fire was burning, and crossed her arms.

Draco's face grew solemn. "Maybe the answer is not in a book." He slowly made his way to stand next to her. "Information like that was probably never published."

She tore her gaze from the dancing, orange flames. Sometimes, she just wanted to jump into them. Let them engulf her body.

"No, probably not." She gazed up into his gray eyes. They were so mesmerizing- so beautiful. "What are we going to do?"

He gently took her small hand in his, massaging it with his thumb. "You know 'Mione. You know what you have to do."

Hermione gulped. He was right- it was the only way, but it called for some major acting on her part. "I know," she said softly, staring at their entwined hands.

"It will all be worth it in the end." Draco muttered, pulling her to him. "You will be rewarded," he whispered suggestively into her ear.

She couldn't help but smirk. She definitely would be rewarded to no end if she succeeded. Worshiped even.

"Forget the mission for tonight, love- just tonight," he whispered, kissing up her neck. "You'll need something to keep you sane for the next couple of weeks."

She grinned wickedly, letting him lead her out of the Malfoy library and to Draco's bedroom.

Tomorrow would be the beginning of the end.

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Hermione rolled over in the soft, satin sheets. Yes- she was lying in Draco Malfoy's Slytherin green satin sheets. Oh, how things had changed.

She sighed staring through the darkness at Draco's sleeping face. So perfect. How she had never thought so at Hogwarts, she had no clue. All she had been worried about then was Harry Potter's stupid scar face.

But soon, he would only be an unpleasant memory.

It had been a year since anyone besides the Death Eaters and the Dark Lord had seen her.

The Order of the Phoenix surely assumed she was dead by now. They would be so ecstatic to have her back alive, that they wouldn't even notice what was going on right under their ugly noses.

Hermione grimaced. She hated every single one of them. Undoubtedly, the fat, annoying Mrs. Weasley would smother her to death and shove sickening food down her throat. The food at Malfoy Manor was sinful... along with other things at the manor.

Merlin, this was going to be harder than she thought.

At that moment, Draco subconsciously reached out across the bed searching for Hermione with his hands. Once he found her, he tugged her to his pale, bare chest. His nose nestled into her silky hair, and he inhaled her scent. She snuggled in closer to him- never wanting to let go.

Damn him. It was going to be so bloody impossible to be separated.

Her mind wandered back to the night she had let her guard down for the first time in her life.

The man standing before her was perfect. His looks were angelic- only she knew he was a devil... And surprisingly, it was such a turn on.

His unspoken, but extremely appealing offer was tearing her drunken brain in two.

Half wanted to whip her wand out and curse his sorry ass to the next galaxy. Really, she should. He was Malfoy. The arrogant prat she had despised for almost a decade. And she would bet on Crookshanks' life he was a Death Eater.

The other half was pleading to do some very dirty things... ripping his clothes off with her teeth surely wouldn't be too bad now would it??

Oh, bloody hell.

Hermione looked from Draco to the alcohol she was still clutching. In one, swift movement it was gone- and suddenly she felt very confident about what her teeth could do.

She stood up and said something about 'getting out of here.'

Then, before she had fully comprehended what Malfoy had done, she was in a dark, shadowy room.

He threw her roughly at the ground towards someone's feet.

"I'm pleased, Draco. You may leave," came a low voice. It sounded dead.

Without another word or glance at Hermione, Draco bowed and quickly exited- leaving her alone with what she could only assume was Lord Voldemort.

Shit, shit, shit, shit.

She squeezed her eyes tightly shut, preparing for the pain that, indefinitely, would come.

But it never did.

Finally, she popped one eye open. She was feeling slightly drowsy, but sleep was not an option. Damn liquor.

She looked up into the smirking face- she could only assume that was what Voldemort's terrifying, inhuman mouth was doing- and shivered.

Why isn't he torturing me?! Why hasn't he killed me?

The Dark Lord made a noise in his throat that could be called a chuckle.

Hermione stared at him completely mortified. She had been kidnapped by a Death Eater, brought to presumably Voldemort's Lair, and had yet to have been harmed. Instead she was being laughed at.

Finally, after what felt like years, Voldemort spoke. "You will be staying in this room." His voice cut through the still air like a knife.

He pointed his wand at a nearby sofa and it transformed into a comfy looking four poster bed. "Please, do not try to escape. You will not succeed and it will only irritate me."

And she thought she was confused before-ha!

Voldemort stepped- although there was no sound- towards the same door Draco had disappeared through.

"Sleep, mudblood. You will need it."

Hermione cringed. So he was letting her have a good night's sleep so he could feel like he had given her a chance- before he killed her.

The Dark Lord cackled in a demented way. "Do not worry- I'm not going to kill you. You won't see me again. I have," he paused and waved a white, long-fingered hand through the air, "more important things to do."

Oh- so someone else was going to finish her off. Grand.

"Behave- Draco does have quite the temper," he finished.

Hermione gaped at him, but he only smiled wickedly and then apparated out of the room.

Her mind whirled. What was she going to do? She was at Voldemort's Lair, wandless, and drunk.

How had she been so bloody stupid?

Oh right- liquor, hormones, and DRACO MALFOY! They apparently did not mix well.

Slightly reluctant, Hermione sank into the plush bed. She was being held captive, but she wasn't going to be killed. She had been given a room and a bed to sleep in. It was definitely strange.

Sighing, she pulled the silky covers back, threw her heels off for the second time that night, and collapsed.

Malfoy had played her- tricked and manipulated her in her drunken, hurt state. And he would pay.

But not tonight.

And with the thought of revenge swirling in Hermione's mind she feel into a deep sleep.

Hermione smiled. If she would have known that fateful night how things would play out, she wouldn't have been so scared. Or stubborn. She would have embraced the Dark Lord's wishes happily.

But everything happened for a reason, she supposed.

Right now- at this very moment in time- she was happy. Ecstatic. She was wrapped safely in Draco's warm arms and all felt right in the world.

Hopefully, that wouldn't change.

A/N: I decided to split this chapter up into two. So, that means that the second part is already written! Also, look for my new story. I will probably be posting it in the next couple of days, so check my home page.