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Author's Note: Sorry it took so long to update. And on another note, I really appreciate the reviews; don't think for a moment that I don't. But I respectfully request that no one else tell me how short the chapters are. I do know that they are pretty short, but I feel the length that they are helps me create suspense, I don't want to reveal too much in one chapter. And also there has been some question about the color of Draco's eyes, and I know that I am posting under books, and in those his eyes are gray, but I automatically go to the image of Tom Felton so as far as I'm concerned Draco's eyes are blue. Thank you to the reviewer who pointed that out though. And also I want to let you know that you'll just have to bear with me in my overuse of dialogue. I seem to have a problem with expressing what I think without it. Thank you. Without further ado..
Draco and Hermione carefully surveyed the hall, making sure that no one else was there to see the mark, not wanting to cause a stir. They thought nobody had seen, but they were soon to find out that they were dead wrong. They cleaned up the blood as quickly as they could, and with a final kiss Hermione departed for Gryffindor Tower.

When she entered the Common room she found her friends sitting on the couches, However, she was not greeted by warm smiles, but by cold glares, well from Ron at least. Ginny and Harry looked sorry.

"Just what?" Ron asked, his hands clenching at his sides, "Were you doing with Malfoy tonight?" Hermione stopped abruptly and stared.

"And why exactly is that your business Ronald Weasley?" He looked at her sharply.

"It's my business because you're my friend, and Harry and I saw you all over that slimy git tonight. We also saw the Dark Mark written in blood, no doubt written by Malfoy himself. I want to know what exactly my best friend is getting herself into with out worst enemy." By this time Hermione was absolutely fuming.

"First of all, what I'm getting myself into is none of your business, I'm a big girl. It's my life and my choices. Second of all where do you get off? You're a good friend, but it's not your place to tell me what to do or who to be with. And Draco is not my enemy. And he did not under any circumstances put the Dark Mark on that door! But ya know who did? Lucius Malfoy. And do you know why? Because Draco defied him. Lucius commanded him to stay away from me, called me a whore, and Draco hit him. His father gave him the beating of a lifetime because he stood up for me. The beating of a lifetime, though certainly not the first, because of me. But he still came to find me, because he loves me!" Ron grabbed her by the arms and shook her hard.

"Love! Honestly Hermione don't you see that he's just using you?" Hermione pushed him away angrily.

"He's not using me! He loves me and I love him! And there's nothing you can do about that!" Ron fell to the couch in shock as Hermione ran up the stairs to her room where she fell onto the bed and wept. The events of the day weighing on her mind, she soon fell fast asleep.

Hermione awoke with a start. She swore she had heard something. She looked wildly around and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw no one. But a hand clamped over her mouth from behind and she let out a shrill scream. She flailed wildly and kicked out, her arms and legs trying to connect with anything. Her captor yelped in pain as she bit down on their hand. Hermione was jerked painfully to her feet and dragged through the nearby window. To her surprise and enchanted car hovered outside the window. She was shoved into the back next to a curled up figure. She nudged the other person and the clouds lifted a bit when they sat up and she saw it was Draco. They hugged each other fiercely and Draco turned to the front seat.

"Who are you? What do you want with us?" Their captor turned and, surprise surprise, turned out to be none other than Lucius Malfoy.

"You'll answer to Voldemort, I'll tell you nothing."

Draco looked over at Hermione and saw tears flowing freely from her eyes. He reached over and took her hand in his.

"We'll get through this. You have to believe that, okay?" Hermione nodded bleakly and she and Draco curled up in the backseat. Even in these dire circumstances they fell fast asleep.

Draco was jolted awake some time later when the car landed somewhere he assumed to be a street somewhere in Muggle London. He looked down and saw that Hermione was still peacefully asleep. And in spite of everything he felt his heart soar as he looked down to see Hermione curled up against his chest and felt her arms clasped around his waist. But the moment passed as he remembered exactly where they were.

"I'll ask you again father, where are we being taken?" he whispered. Draco saw his father's cold sneer in the rearview mirror and cringed.

"And I'll tell you again son, I'll tell you nothing. All you need to know is that the Dark Lord has a purpose for you and your little Mudblood whore." If not for that fact that Hermione was still asleep in his lap, Draco would have killed his father right then and there, to hell with the consequences. He didn't have a chance to say anything more. They pulled up in front of an abandoned warehouse and two Deatheaters rushed out to meet them. The doors were flung open and Hermione was ripped from his arms. He could hear her crying out to him and his heart ached. The other Deatheater yanked Draco from the car and into the building, down the opposite corridor they had taken Hermione down. Draco was shoved into a tiny room with the door locked behind him.

For hours Draco sat there doing nothing more than worrying endlessly about Hermione's safety. She was the most important thing to him, and he was going to do all in his power to save her life. Even if it meant lying, pledging his loyalty to Voldemort, and receiving the Dark Mark.
Okay so for anyone who is confused, here is a little timeline for what has gone on so far.

Monday: Fight in the halls and first night of detention in Potions class. Tuesday: Second night of detention, Hermione asks Draco why he calls her a Mudblood. Wednesday: Detention in the Owelry. First kiss. Thursday: Detention in the Hospital Wing. Calls her a Mudblood. Hermione has a breakdown in the Prefect bathroom. Friday: Draco tries to make up with Hermione and she blows him off. Draco looks in the Mirror of Erised. Saturday: Draco floats through the day. His father gives him the beating of all time. Hermione and him make up. He tells her what he saw in the mirror. Saturday Night- Sunday morning: Hermione fights with Ron and she and Draco are kidnapped and taken to meet Voldemort.