~Chapter 2~
Losing Slight Control

Draco looked around the platform, readjusted his tie and continued on his way. Suddenly he heard a familiar gruff voice scolding another person. Smirking he hurried his pace to find Professor Snape and a few Aurors, going thru his things. "Oi. What are you doing?" He asked dropping his smirk and rushing to them. Snape looked at his godchild. "Safety precaution.. Draco." He said.

"Whats this?" Asked Filtch suddenly, holding up a long stick looking item. "Some sort of defensive weapon?"
"Its alright.. Mr... Flitch I can vouch for Mr. Malfoy." Draco quickly pulled it from the man's hand and inspected it for any damages, before noticing Snapes gaze. Following it he was met with the sight of Looney Luna and Potter gaping at them. "Nice face Potter." He growled before rushing off to his dorm. He was not in the best of moods to begin with but now he was simply fuming.

As he entered the castle he caught the scent again. It was sweet yet held a curtain spice to it. He turned towards the fading trail and smirked. 'Soon I shall have her... Soon.. my happiness...' He smiled big and turned back to his earlier endeavor. Getting changed into his robes.

As he was walking to the Slytherin common room, his mother's owl swooped out of seemingly nowhere, dropping a letter before him. The bird then hooted and perched itself on a candle holder. Draco stopped dead in his tracks and stared at the offending bird, he kept eye contact with the creƤture as he picked up the letter. 'Damned bird always tried to kill me' He thought gruffly, tearing at the envelope. The said owl simply watched him for a second then went on its way, leaving Draco. Pulling the letter out Draco's mood dropped once again.

My Dearest Draco,

I am simply writing to wish you luck on your hunt for your mate. I am very sorry that the Dark Lord is asking so much of you. Not only in his latest mission for you, but also in the soon to be stolen bride of yours. It was not fair, nor right of him to do so. I promise Draco, even if it costs me my life, I will help you some how. I will get you out of this mess. I love you and I always shall. Also I packed a few extra things to help you woo your would-be.

Signed,

Mother

Draco's head dropped slightly and he glared at the password keeper, who simply glared back. "What issss it boy?" It hissed. Draco narrowed his eyes at the painting. 'Damned be it all.' He thought. Speaking his password from last year, he slipped inside and went to his room to change. 'Why is all this happening at once?' He asked himself. 'Because. You stupid child.. It just is.' The voice in the back of his mind growled. He tried to ignore it this time, but soon found that he could not. Slipping out of his clothing and into his school robes. He was about to open his bag when a knock was heard. Turning to face Draco called back to the person behind. "Yes?"

"Draco... Its time for dinner..." Blaise's unsure spoke from behind the door.

"Right... I will be there shortly." Draco called back and turned his gaze back to his bag, but soon disregarded its contents for now and headed out of the common room and to the Dining Hall. He sat in his usual spot and stared down at the table as the sorting hat did its thing and barely noticed when Dumbledor began speaking. His mind on his given tasks and how he was going to complete such a terrible thing. Sure he hated the man, but to give him, a teen, such a task.

"Pip Pip."

A sudden jab to the side snapped him out of his daze. He turned and faced his offender.

"What is it Pansy?" Draco sighed out.

"Its time to go... Are you sure everything is alright? I mean you have been looking pale..er then normal." Pansy held her book tightly to her breast and stared him down.

"Yea.. I am fine.. I'll see you at the commons later." He stood and popped a baby potato in his mouth. "I think I am going to head to the library." 'No, you are going to find her..' The voice growled. 'Can it.' He growled back, ignoring the fact he just yelled at himself. His brow knitting together.

"Al..alright Draco. Just know I am here if you want to talk-"
"Damn it Pansy! I am not a fucking chick!" He yelled and walked off.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-15 Minutes Later=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

'How the Bloody Hell do you get lost in a familiar place?!' The voice screamed.

'Will you shut up?' Draco pressed for the tenth time.

'Not you stupid idiot! I mean come on!'

"SHUT UP!" He yelled out loud.
A sudden gust of wind sent a very strong whift of something good his way. A scent.
"I didn't say anything... Malfoy?" Her voice sounded like the sigh of a wonderfully built violin. "What are you doing near the Gryffindor house?" She asked, Draco simply stood as still as a statue, refusing to turn about and face her. The scent, her voice, her ever being was begging for him to claim.

'Please not her... anyone but... her.' He begged. He began to panic slightly.

"Malfoy?" The wonderful sound pressed.

"Y..yes?" He stuttered. His face draining of color, his heart pounding in his chest and the voice in his mind was going crazy. He let his head drop, something was beginning to push his will back, something was beginning to fight, fight to get out. Slowly Draco's head rose, his eyes turning completely white. He turned and faced the being of his sudden need.

"Why hello, Hermione.." He purred, his voice gentle and seductive.

Hermione was at a loss, Malfoy, Draco Malfoy had just used her first name. Not mudblood, not slag, just Hermione. Her mouth dropped as if she was to say something but nothing came out. She even failed to notice the changing eye color.

"What is it my dear? What caused..." He smirked and took a step towards her. "This.. reaction of yours?"

Hermione eyes widened and she took a step back, bumping into a near by wall. Before she could even blink Draco was against her, pressing her harder against the wall, earning him a gasp and a swift kick in the balls.

Draco curled in on himself, holding the sensitive area that now seemed as if it was returning to the depths of his body.

"Fuuck Granger!" He cried out, his own control returning. The pain was horrible, almost as bad as his first Quidditch match. He rolled over holding himself.