Thank you guys so much for the good reviews! I have some really good ideas for the arena so keep reading and reviewing! I decided to post the second chapter, since it got a pretty good review

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Harry Potter or the Hunger Games. As much as I want to own Draco Malfoy, I sadly don't.

Once they were inside, Draco rounded on the Mudblood. "What the hell, Granger!" She glared at him. "What? It's not like it was my fault we got stuck in the Hunger Games." "At least tell me what happens." Draco reasoned, his foot tapping impatiently, his arms crossed over his chest in annoyance.

Hermione sighed. "All right." She supplied him with every little detail of the books, and he had gagged during the Peeta and Katniss kissing scenes, but during the rest of the story he just stood, looking down at her. When she was finished, he raised his eyebrows. "But we have to win. Right? Or else we die." Hermione bit her lip. "That's terrible! We have to kill all these people! Like Rue, and Peeta and Katniss- wait, we can't kill them! We can't change the story!" She squeaked. "Who said that?" Draco said airily with a wave of his hand.

Two Peacekeepers, clad in white uniforms and helmets, marched down the hall carrying a go-un, Draco thought it was called, a metal device Muggles used to kill each other. Or maybe it was called something else. He reached for his wand instinctively, yelling, "Petrificus Totalus!" And aiming it toward the first man. Granger had taken notice of the second, and shouted, "Stupefy!" The man keeled over, and the Mudblood was at their side in a minute, casting a Memory Charm with a hurried wave of her wand and a quick murmur of "Obliviate." The two headed into an empty room as Draco rubbed a brow of sweat forming at his forehead absentmindedly while Hermione cast protective spells around the room. "Protego Totalum, Fianto Duri, Muffliato, Repello Muggletum, Cave Inimicum." She rattled off, a jet of light shooting out of her wand and making a solid shell across the room.

"What are we going to do?" She questioned Draco once she was finished.

He shrugged slightly. "Enjoy the Capitol food?"

She glared at him in such a McGonagall-ish way he had to back off.

"Well, I guess we could just listen to our mentor and in the arena we could use our wands," He supplied.

Hermione narrowed her eyes, but nodded a bit.

"It would be less bloody anyway. And plus, we already know all about everyone else while they know almost nothing about us."

Draco and Hermione filed out of the room silently, Hermione reversing the protective enchantments across the area they had talked in. Two more Peacekeepers led them down a long corridor leading to a long white train, and pushed them inside.

"Well, well, well." A voice said from the seemingly empty couch, making them both jump.

A man stood up, clutching a bottle in his hand, with shaggy blond hair that fell into his face, and cold grey eyes. Draco raised an eyebrow and looked at Hermione, a questioning look in his eyes. She gave him an almost imperctiple nod, comfirming his suspicions.

This was Haymitch Abernathy.

"You two have quite a bit of work to do, now don't you?" The man said, taking another swig from the bottle and walking toward them. Draco's hand steadied and reached into his pocket for his wand. Putting it behind his back, he gave a faint whisper of, "Accio Bottle!" and quickly pocketed the wand. The bottle came zooming out of Haymitch's hand, who gave a yell of surprise as Draco caught it with a flourish. Haymitch staggered toward them threateningly, holding a large knife in his hand. Hermione whimpered loudly. Draco pulled out his wand now, and held it between the man's eyes. Haymitch laughed snarkily. "A drumstick?" Draco narrowed his own eyes, and shook his head. He yelled, as loud as he could, "Petrificus Totalus!" Haymitch fell to the ground with a loud boom, and Draco turned toward Hermione, who was cowering by the wall.

"We just attacked our mentor…" She sobbed. "We're going to be in so much trouble!" "It's fine," Draco said, annoyed by the Granger girl. She was so whiny! "We'll just have to go meet our stylists by ourselves then." He headed off toward the left, to a door with a sign that read, "District 13 Male," and slipped inside.

Hermione rubbed her eyes to try to scrub away the tears, and went the opposite direction that Draco had went. When she reached the door, she gave a small moment of hesitation and turned the handle. She let out a small gasp of surprise when she saw her stylist.

It was Ginny Weasley.

"Ginny?!" She said in a hushed whisper, not daring to speak louder. The redhead nodded. "How did you get here?" Ginny looked at her. "Well, I don't know what happened. First, I was in my room, looking over my school books, and then, bam! I was in front of this weird-looking lady. She explained that I was the new District 13 stylist. So I guess I have to make you look pretty." She said, clapping her hands together with some forced happiness, a fake smile plastered on her face. Hermione couldn't take it anymore. "Be right back." She choked out. "Bathroom." Ginny nodded. "Right down this hallway to your left. Hermione sprinted out of the room, the door banging loudly behind her.

When she reached the restroom, she glanced at the mirror and looked at the girl standing in front of her. She had red puffy eyes and tears still streaming down her cheeks, showing none of the Gryffindor courage she was used to seeing. Hemione willed herself to be brave. She turned on the sink, and promptly burst into tears.

So much for being strong.