Hey guys! Long time no see!

Unfortunately, due to my lack of being on my account I haven't been replying to messages and reviews. Most of them I'll just say on here thank you! It's your reviews that keep me going!

Draco's just an ass - and a very fine ass at that ;) but you'll just have to wait and see what will become of him ;)

I have, however, noticed a theme coming afloat and I'd like to sink it before it comes to surface (ok I'm gonna stop with this weird metaphor now!)

Let'd admit, this would never happen. It just wouldn't. There is no possible situation I can think of where Deaco wouldn't be stopped by something or other, so all I can say is use your imagination!

If you're unable to comprehend this happening then it's simple, don't read it. I'm sorry, but I do not have an answer to things like why Dumble doesn't get involved etc and if we're gonna be that critical, I could probably name about 10 fics of the top of my head where their situation would be interrupted as well! So shush, and use your imagination ;)

All my love x

All of her thoughts left her as they all rushed to embrace eachother. Harry began, "Hermione we missed you so much, how was your-", he paused as he pulled back from her and noticed the silver and green robes she was currently modelling. A slight laugh escaped him, "did you loose your robes or something?"

Ron joined him, "was there no spare Griffindor? You could've at least chosen Ravenclaw or even Hufflepuff, anything but Slytherin!"

"Yeah 'Mione, besides that so unlike you to be unorganised, what on earth happened over the break?" Harry teased her.

"I..."

"Hermione?"

"Is everything ok 'Mione?"

She was lost for words, she had no idea what to say. "I..." She felt an arm snake around her waist and inwardly cringed knowing exactly who it belonged to.

In any other situation, Hermione would've broken down in fits of laughter at the faces, but given the current dilema, she wanted nothing more than to be swallowed up by the Earth and escape the situation she was doomed to face. She had expected the boys to flip out but they seemed too shocked to even throw an insult toward Malfoy.

"Erm... Hermione, do you wanna tell us what's going on?" Harry awkwardly questioned her.

"I..." Nothing came out, she couldn't think of a way to explain it to them. Bloody hell Hermione, get it together! What are you a flipping seagull? I, I, I!

Malfoy, obviously sensing her discomfort, decided to further the awkwardness by butting in. "Yeah 'Mione haven't you told Potter about us yet?" He smirked at them.

Hermione cringed at his use of her nickname and yet again found herself stuttering. The classroom doors suddenly swung open, revealing her favourite teacher Proffessor Snape who swooped in with a black flurry of his cape. She had no time to say anything more to Harry as all of the pupils rushed back to their spaces.

Snapes eyes scowered the classroom holding Hermiones gaze for a while, giving a small smirk, then continuing to welcome everyone back in the usual drawl. Hermione quickly scribbled onto a spare bit of parchment a note to Harry and Ron and sent it of as a butterfly to them. It read;

Harry & Ron,

I'm sorry I didn't have a chance to tell you what's going on and I know you're both probably freaking out right now but just trust me on this one. I'll explain everything to you at break one, meet me by the fountain (usual place). But know this, you can not breathe a word about anything to anyone, not even Dumbledore. Please, if you love me, then you'll keep quiet.

Hermione x

She watched their faces, full of confusion, anger, upset, whilst they read her note but was pulled away from her thoughts by Snape snapping her name and asking her a question about some spell for removing pixie wings. Shit. She thought, yet again she was caught out by Snape and prepared to loose yet more points for her house.

"Never mind, but next time. Pay. Attention." He scolded her and went on to ask Seamus the same question. Bias dickhead! Of course he wouldn't take points from her, well she's a Slytherin now!

She began to tune into what Snape was saying when Malfoy leaned into her ear and whispered to her, "you know Hermione, I don't like people touching what's mine, I'm very protective over what belongs to me. You won't be hugging Potter or Weasley again, or any other boy for that matter."

She tunred and scowled at him, and hissed in an angry whisper, "you don't own me! I can do what I like! I'm not a child and they're my friends!"

He narrowed his eyes and his lips set into a thin line, "as a matter of fact I do own you. You will do what I say when I say. If you so much as touch either of them again then trust me, you won't be able to sit down for a week am I understood?" His voice was slow and menacing, one which dared her to challenge him. "Am I understood?" He said again, with more emphasis.

"Yes." She said through gritted teeth.

"Yes what?"

"Yes Draco."

The lesson dragged on, as did the next. It turned out because she was now officially Slytherin she was sat with them in every lesson and Draco always sat next to her even though it wasn't his allocated seat, and no one dared to question him. When it finally came to break, she managed to persuade Draco to give her some time alone to explain to the boys what was happening and walked up to the fountain where a very eager and confused pair of faces where waiting anxiously for her.

"Hermione, are you gonna explain what the hell is going on?!" Ron asked, sounding both frustrated and confused.

"'Mione why the fuck was Malfoy touching you like that?" Harry seemed angry and Hermione almost broke down there and then.

She finally managed to gather the nerve to explain, "look guys, I'm so sorry I- I couldn't say anything earlier and just let me explain and please, just don't - don't interrupt until I'm finished." And she went on to explain the situation, leaving out the details of how Malfoy treated her, knowing Harry would Arvada him within 10 seconds.

"Shit Hermione", Ron said, welling up with tears. Harry too looked as if he was going to cry.

"But you have to promise me, you won't breathe a word to anyone, nothing can help me. The best you can do is just leave it."

They both rather reluctantly promised and just on que, Draco appeared, again sliding his arm around her waist protectively.

Hermione saw Harry's eyes alight with flames of anger, "you're a sick, twisted, slimy, evil, little prat Malfoy and Merlin help me if I don't come and crucio you in your sleep."

He smirked, "Hermione darling, do tell your friends here to speak to your boyfriend with a little more respect, I presume they don't want to get you into trouble."

A silence passed between them all as Hermione looked helplessly into her friends' eyes'

Frustration tainted Draco's voice, "Hermione, I'm waiting."

Tears flooded her eyes, "Harry, Ron... You ignore anything this fucking asshole says, and say what you want, after all, we are taught not to tell lies."

Draco let out a breathy laugh, amusment and malice dancing in his silver eyes, "oh Hermione, you're gonna regret that later."

"You're not gonna fucking touch her Malfoy!" Harry yelled.

Draco ignored Harry's outburst and stroked the back of his finger down her cheek, making her cringe, struggling to stay strong. "Now sweetheart", he smiled sweetly but bitterly at her, "it's time we were leaving." And with that, he grabbed her hand and pulled her away before she was able to decide for herself and was left peering over her shoulder at the two boys whom she would most likely never be able to have a decent conversation with again. Draco tugged her hand sharply, making her turn back and leaned down into her, "bad move Hermione."