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Alright it's crunch time guys I have decided that I hate making up names and I have no idea what to make Hermione's last name! so give me something anything whatever you want but at least keep it realistic. After all I wouldn't want to write a name that no one likes nor can pronounce now would I? So give some shout outs! All names are welcome.

Squishy Girl

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"Hermione!" Blaise called. He was down the hall but in the three maybe four days in which Hermione has known Blaise she had learned his voice and he was the only one that called her Hermione. Draco insisted on calling her Granger and her parents called her by her hideous, hideous last name. A name she felt wasn't pretty enough to be presented to the public

"What do you want?"

"Honestly? I want a hug." He said as he walked into her room with a burn on his left forearm slightly above his dark mark. She made an 'o' shape with her mouth and gave him a hug.

"Where did you get it from?"

"Making a potion." He groaned as he rested his head in the crook of her neck.

"Which one?"

"Healing." Hermione started to suppress laughs as she thought about Blaise burning himself while making a healing potion.

She suddenly heard multiple pops. Letting go of Blaise she walked around and exited her room making her way to the ledge where she could view the foyer. In the foyer with trunks and all were Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, Millicent Bulstrode, Pansy Parkinson and a boy with the last name of Nott.

"Pansy Parkinson, get out of my house this instant."

"Don't think so Mud-well Granger. I have orders to stay here and by the looks of it, Millicent and I will be fixing your wardrobe."

Hermione opened her mouth slightly ready to make a smart remark but her brain as fast as it was with facts was really bad with making insults on the spot so she shut her mouth and walked away. Blaise went down to greet Crabbe, Goyle and Millicent but totally ignored Pansy.

"Excuse me Blaise are you not going to say hi to me?" Pansy asked in a snobby tone.

"I wasn't planning on it," Blaise said making his way back up the stairs. "If you'll excuse me my friends, there will be a house elf present in a second to show you to your rooms.

Blaise then made his way to Draco's room where he found him sitting on the floor with a chair in front of him. Blaise, not knowing what Draco was doing watched quietly as Draco began to pound his head on the chair. It started slowly and softly but the hits to the chair kept getting harder and then suddenly Draco's head went right through the chair.

"Wow, what the hell are you doing Draco?! That could seriously injure that worthless brain of yours man get a grip!" Blaise said in a joking manner. Draco looked up to Blaise where a big black bruise was now spotted in the center of Draco's forehead.

"How long have you been doing this to yourself for?!" Blaise asked in shock at the bruise he swore he could see pulsing.

"I think about an hour." Smirking Blaise knelt down beside Draco and brushed his thumb over his bruise. Draco flinched slightly and then cursed rather loudly as Blaise pushed his thumbs into Draco's bruise.

Laughing Blaise rose from where he was kneeling as Draco's door opened again to a very curious looking Hermione.

"What the hell happened?" Hermione said noticing Draco's bruise.

"HOLY SHIT!" Hermione yelled making her way over to Draco. Blaise could only laugh but couldn't help feeling a bit annoyed at the attention Draco was getting.

"You know Draco you are the biggest idiot I have ever known. Not even Harry or Ron would do something that fucked up." Hermione noted. Pulling out her wand she tapped Draco's bruise twice. The cut started to bleed profusely for about two seconds and then it was gone. Hermione then waved her wand over Draco's body to clean the surprising amount of blood that had rolled down his face and onto his shirt and sleeves.

"All better." Hermione smiled as she got up from her position.

"You know you should start warning people before you start doing shit like that because I wasn't expecting you to make me bleed that bad." Draco said in a low voice, almost as if he was trying to warn her to do it again but there wasn't much feeling behind it.

Hermione helped Draco up as they heard a sharp intake of breath from behind them.

"And what do we have here?" Pansy said as she walked into the room. "Is there something between you and Draco here?" Pansy asked Hermione in a threatening tone.

Hermione didn't know what to really say. Draco had been there for her when she was upset and she felt kind of….something for that but he then again knew what was going on and then felt less of that something for that. Something was definitely there though. It was something she had never felt before. It wasn't that type of feeling like a crush…more like a feeling of knowing something will happen between them but not knowing just what yet.

"You know Pansy I don't think it is any of your business and in future reference, because you are in my house we have manners here and we knock on someone's door before entering." Hermione said and she walked away.

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"I think she should be resorted."

"I agree but I still want her with Potter and Weasel."

"Should we not resort her then?"

"I am undecided. First we need to discuss her coming out party."

"It shall happen on Potter's birthday as you asked."

"Good. I would like to see how much she has forgotten that Potter boy. How are she and Draco coming along?"

"Well see actually I find that she is finding an interest in the Zabini boy."

"Well make them a trio or something. I don't want two different relationships. It should all mix together."

"Yes, my lord. What shall I do about Parkinson?"

"Make sure she stays out of they way. Not too much. I want to see how the girl will react around her. But do what you must, give her potions, poison her brain, do what you find necessary to keep her on track."

"Yes my lord." Quickly bowing to his lord the man exited the room.

Meanwhile inside the room the man just left, Lord Voldemort sat in his high backed chair watching Hermione, Draco and Blaise sitting in Hermione's room talking and playing with her muggle artifacts.

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"We should go flying." Draco said while lying on Hermione bed.

"I don't think so!" Hermione said sitting in her desk chair.

"Why not?" Blaise asked. "You're not afraid are ya?"

"Yes as a matter of fact I am."

"Well come on then, we gotta get you un-afraid!" Draco said as he took her hand and started to drag her towards the door. This time she didn't freak out from being touched or even being roughly handled but more to the fear of someone making her fly. Hermione started to giggle and screech as she scrambled to get out of his grasp. For a second she felt as if she was with Harry and Ron again, laughing and having a good time.

Hermione then realized that she wasn't with Harry and Ron but with two Slytherins instead.

"I can't be having a good time with people I don't even like! I haven't even been myself the whole time I have been in this house! How can I be having a good time when Harry and Ron aren't here? These aren't my friends; Harry and Ron are…I need to go see them."

Continuing to struggle with Draco she finally was free of his grasp and she apparated away. Hermione landed with a thud on her ass in her front yard instead of where she wanted to go.

"What the hell?!" Hermione said out loud.

She walked forward in attempt to leave her property but she hit a barrier of some sort and bounced back.

Realization of an obvious apparition barrier struck her and she started to cry now knowing that seeing Ron or Harry for the rest of the summer was obviously out of the question. Hermione turned back to face her house as her heart sank to her toes with despair.

Slowly but surely she slowly made her way back to her room ready to cry. When she opened her door fear replaced her sadness. Her room was pitch black and she couldn't see anything. Carefully she felt around her wall for her light switch but when she flicked it on the lights didn't turn on. Hermione tried a few more times flicking her light switch but no energy came from her light bulb in the center of her room. The only way to get light know would be to find her wand.

Hermione walked in slowly feeling around the walls and keeping her arms in front of her so she wouldn't trip and slowly made her way to her night table where her wand was placed. Suddenly the lights turned on and standing in the middle of Hermione's room was a very evil man that she never thought she would see.

"Were you trying to escape?" The man said in a sickening tone.

"WH-what? No I wasn't I just wanted to - -"

"SILENCE!"

Hermione moved backwards as the man in front of her moved forward.

"I don't care where you wanted to go or who you wanted to see. You're not supposed to go anywhere!!"

Hermione suddenly backed up into her wall as the man got closer. She cursed silently but continued to stare forward.

"Now tell me, which do you prefer? Would you like the Cruciatus or being sliced by a rather sharp sword?" He said evilly giving an eerie smile. Hermione knew she wouldn't be able to get out of this one she really was never given a choice for this.

Hermione started shaking her head still in shock and fear, not believing what was about to happen.

"No, no please don't do this, I didn't mean to - -"

Hermione's plead for Mercy was cut off by her screaming in pain as she was hit with a Cruciatus curse.

In-between her screams Hermione heard distant voices calling her name and her door rattling.

"Harry, Ron? Is that you? Oh please don't leave me here!" Were her last thoughts as she drifted into unconsciousness.

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