You know it will always just be me.

A/N: sorry ya'll I didn't spell check the last chapter as well I should have…disregard the mistakes, I apologize.

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Where Draco was during the hour gap…

Draco was currently sitting in a completely wooden straight backed chair. His elbows were resting on his knees and his head was in his hands. 'I need her to join me or else it won't work. I need to formulate a plan; I need her to-'

"How is the recruiting of the mudblood coming along," his thoughts were interrupted by a death eater who had walked into the rather large library. Draco knew he was just a suck up, coming to get information out of him to deliver to the 'new dark lord.' What a pile of shit that was. The new one was weak and power hungry. Death and destruction was 'the new dark lords' only purpose; he didn't have a plan or any ideas. He was dim-witted and strangely reminded him of Crabbe.

"Just fine," his cool voice drawled. It seemed foreign, even to himself. It sounded forced, but that's because it was. He looked up and the spy was gone. He sighed. Was he really ready to get himself involved in this? The answer was yes, he was in to far to back out now. All he needed was Hermione then the process would be complete.

The only problem was that Hermione wasn't complying the way he had hoped. She didn't seem to jump onto the bandwagon and join him like he had pictured in his mind. He wasn't sure of her decision and before he was rudely interrupted by the lackey, he was thinking of a way to persuade her to join him if she should decline his offer.

So far all he had to go on was his charm and good looks. 'Well that hasn't exactly failed me before," he chuckled to himself then checked the clock on the wall. Three more minutes then he would apparate to Hermione's house.

Meanwhile in the room next door to the library…

The informant walked into the room and the green eyes of the new chosen one were watching him enter.

"What kind of information do you have for me?" he asked in a deep, booming voice.

The spy shuddered. If the person's muscular appearance wasn't enough to frighten any man, his voice was. It was deep and masculine; a voice like that was only reserved for bouncers and powerful men, which the bearer of said voice wasn't; the only power he possessed was in his hands; he was profoundly slow with his wand, seeing as his muscles prevented him from reaching it most of the time.

"I was told the plan is coming along nicely; we will soon have the one we most desire."

"That's exactly the answer I was hoping for."

"I knew it would be my lord, and I hoped you would be pleased." The able bodied man jumped up and slammed his hands down on the pine wood desk in front of him; the dark detectors (which were going haywire) jumped up and flew off of the table.

"Do not refer to me as 'your lord'. I could never take the position of our late Dark Lord," his voice boomed.

"Yes sir," he almost stuttered.

End flash back…

"I'm here for your answer," came the same sinister voice she had grown up to hate but had gotten used to these past months.

She sighed and muttered into her blankets, "I honestly don't know what to do."

Draco muttered something that sounded like 'stupid mudblood' and walked towards Hermione's bed. She felt the mattress sink down as she tried to bury herself further into her blanket.

"Hermione, what can I do to convince you?" he asked, placing his hand on her back.

"You could give me more time to think," she stated, though it came out muffled because her face was in the duvet.

"We don't have more time! You just cannot grasp that fact, can you?" he yelled, he was now on his feet staring down at the back of the muggle born.

"What do you mean Malfoy?" she yelled, standing up in front of him.

"Hermione the death eaters are already planning an attack!"

"Where do you get all of your information from Malfoy? The more you tell me, the more I am forced to believe you are with them!" He slammed her up against the wall and pinned her hands above her head. He brought his face down level to her own and whispered furiously:

"I told you, Granger, I am not one of them," he hissed at her.

"You're hurting me," she stated in a voice of forced calm.

He relaxed his grip and ran his hand down her side to her thigh. He hiked her up and whispered in her ear, "Hermione,"

"Your smooth talks don't work with me Malfoy, now put my leg down." He practically shoved it out of socket when he slammed her leg to the ground and walked over the window.

"Hermione, I have told you what will happen, and yet you are still unsure of what to decide. I don't understand you. Is it a chick thing? A muggle thing? I'm not sure what it is that is stopping you from helping to save the wizarding world again, but please enlighten me."

She sighed and walked up to the window that he was staring out at. She was standing next to him, trying to figure out what was going on in her own head. She did want this, she wanted to help, but Malfoy's intentions don't make sense. He's betraying someone, I'm just not sure I want that someone to be me.

She heard Draco slam his palm into the wall beside the window and she flinched.

"I need a decision! What will it be Hermione?"

"I…"

Two hours later at the Death Eater meeting.

"Welcome everyone," Draco greeted. He was going around the circle staring at each and every one of them, the traitors, the weak, the scared. They disgusted him to no end. They were ruthless and tactless. They wore their black robes and hoods, but only so that no one could see their faces. When they attacked they wore their hoods so that no one knew the true identity of their attacker, but when they went to work, or shopping with their families they didn't wear them. They weren't proud to be Death Eaters; if they were then they would show themselves and be known.

"Where is the 'new one'?" A voice called from the circle.

"Yea! Where is he?"

"We don't answer to you!"

"What the fucking hell does he think he's doing?"

There were calls from all around the circle of agreement and outbursts of anger. 'What's their damage, Draco thought.

"He's busy at the moment, he told me to start," Draco said, tilting his nose up at them; he noticed he was the only one not in robes.

"Oh, well get started then!"

They really were a bunch of morons.

There was a bang of doors and a bushy haired girl was levitated into the room with chains on her ankles and hands.

"I have an unexpected surprise for you all…" Draco said.

The voices snickered as the girl was thrust into the group.

"Have fun," said the man with icy blonde hair as he turned to walk towards a corner, where he'd watch the festivities.

"I told you he'd deliver the one we wanted," said a voice from the circle.

And so he did. Hermione stood in the middle of the circle with her head down, she was trying her hardest not to smile.

One daring man stepped out of the loop and grabbed the chain that held Hermione's hands together. Her head thrust up and he pulled her towards him.

"Well if it isn't the filthy little mudblood, not so tough now are you?" he said, flecks of spit coming from his mouth as he annunciated the word, mudblood.

Hermione couldn't help it any longer she just smiled and tilted her chin up so her eyes were looking into his own. Then she spit in his face. He immediately threw her back and her butt hit the floor with a thud. He wiped the spit from his cheek and started to advance on her.

"Why you dirty, rotten, good for nothing, mudblood! We teach people like you a lesson around here," he yelled yanking her up again the chains that connected her hands together.

"You're right, we do teach people a lesson around here," she said.

"I didn't give you permission to speak mudblood," he slapped her across the face. "Now you will learn your place."

Draco flinched when she was smacked; he was in the shadow of a corner watching the scene unfold. She had finally agreed to help him, and things were going accordingly. You'll learn your place too in about 10 seconds, Draco thought.

And so he was right. There was a crashing sound at the door and it flew open. Hermione was staring intently at the man, she was pissed now. In came the floating body of the one they had appointed their 'new dark lord'.

His body was limp and blood was dripping from his middle finger of his right hand; where the tip had been cut off. His body stopped in midair in the middle of the circle and fell to the floor.

Hermione was still staring at the daring death eater. These people are too easy and weak, she thought. The chains dropped from her wrists and her ankles were set free.

"Now what was this about me learning my place," she asked.

The faces were speechless around her and the death eater that had smacked her was retreating to join his place in the circle.

"Not so fast," Hermione said, nobody ever got away with abusing her. She grabbed her wand from inside her loose fitting jeans and pointed it at him. "Come back here," she said in a sweet mocking voice.

He was dragged back to Hermione by an invisible force.

Now it begins, Draco thought.

The other death eaters were just standing around watching the scene in front of them. They were too interested in what was going on.

"I think your old master needs some help," Hermione said in the sweet voice again. He was already dead, Hermione had killed him herself before she chained herself up and was brought into the dungeon. "Get down on your knees," Hermione said.

The death eater muttered something.

"What was that?" she asked. When he didn't respond Hermione forced him to his knees by a spell and kicked his across the face. "I said help your master."

"But he's already dead," the death eater spat.

Hermione muttered something and the one kneeling before her flew over to the old lord and the death eaters face was smashed into the dead ones face by Hermione's foot on the back of his head.

"Is he alive?" Hermione asked in the sweet voice again. There were muffled cries from the death eater. "What was that?" she applied more pressure to his head and shoved him harder onto the dead body. "I couldn't understand you," she spat this time.

She took her foot off of him and let him sit up. There was blood all over his face and the parts that weren't covered in blood were deathly white, as if he'd just seen a ghost.

"You disgust me, you filthy mudblood whore!" he yelled, the blood of the old lord running down his face.

Hermione made a clucking noise with her tongue and shook her head from side to side slowly. She sighed, "Some people never learn, now do they," she stated. "Avada kedavra!" she yelled, and the fell down on his side, his eyes wide open, but he was lifeless.

Draco was watching the scene in front of his with a mixture of amusement and disgust on his face. He never knew Hermione could be to sadistic. It kind of turned him on.

"Avada Kedavra!" she shouted and another person dropped dead in the circle. There were gasps from the others. She already knew who the powerful ones were; Draco had briefed her only half an hour earlier. The one that had just dropped dead from the circle was the most powerful one left, and she killed the other two powerful ones with her wand in a flash. It seemed they were too stunned to react.

An hour later…

Hermione was sitting on the edge of her bed, with her feet hanging off of the edge; tears were streaming down her face. She had never been so sadistic in her life, and what frightened her the most was that she had actually enjoyed it.

"You were awesome!" Draco said pacing back and forth in front of her bed. "The way you handled yourself was priceless." He looked over at her and saw her crying, "What's wrong?" he sincerely wanted to know.

"I enjoyed it. I was killing people, and I actually enjoyed it, and I think that scares me." She said putting her head in her hands.

He was a bit taken aback. The power she had used was sexy, and alluring, and he could tell she liked doing it, from the second she flew through the door chained up and shot Draco a smirk.

A/n: sorry to leave it here but I have to go out with Daddy dearest. So I'll update again later. I also didn't have time to spell check it…so I'm sorry!

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