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"Hermione?" he said very loudly, trying to overpower the noise of other people around him, but received no answer.

"Hermione!" he yelled this time, but still no answer. So he tried one more time: "Hermi-"

A hand grabbed collar of his jacket before he could finish and in one swing he was pulled in a small dark place between the buildings.

Chapter 10: The Warning Part Two

„-one?" managed to finish Draco, before a hand firmly covered his mouth and he found himself facing the silvery blue eyes of no other than Hermione Malfoy, herself. Her eyes narrowed as she checked their surroundings for unwanted eavesdroppers, her hand still blocking Draco from any possible noice-making, breathing included. After a couple of seconds, and Draco's muffled cry for air, she realized her mistake and let go, which allowed him to suck in some of that highly needed oxygen.

When his breathing rate was back to normal, he tuned his full attention to Hermione's appearance. She did not change much on the outside. Her hair still almost resembled the color of snow, her pale skin and silver eyes still fitted into the Malfoy –trademark legacy. Yet, there was something different about her. Outside of her cheeks being soaked from the tears, there were also enormous dark circles underneath her eyes. Hermione looked like she hasn't slept in a while.

"Stop that" she frowned and looked him straight in the eyes. That's when Draco realized how close they actually are. The dark secluded walkway between two houses, on which they were standing, was only about two and a half feet wide, so even though he had his back pressed against the wall, their bodies were still slightly touching(AN: the measurement might be off, so just imagine really tight space,ok?).

"Stop what?" he frowned back. "If you haven't noticed it was YOU who dragged ME here!"

For a split second she looked like she is going to yell something to contradict his statement, but then she just shut her eyes and seethed: "You have to stop following me." She opened her eyes back up and added, this time more desperately: "Don't look for me! Don't talk to me! Just leave me alone… best, forget that we ever talked!"

She was about to leave when Draco caught her elbow and pulled her back.

"What's wrong?" he asked trying to keep his voice as steady as possible. It hurt his feelings to see her trying to get away like that. He did not do anything wrong. Potter, aka Scarface as he liked to call him, was right. This was all Lucius's doing and he was not going to give up.

"Nothing" she growled and pulled her arm out of his grasp, but he caught it again. She was lying to him; he could see it in her face.

"Then why?" he demanded an answer to an unspoken question. Hermione shifted uncomfortably, not willing to look at him. There was a slight pause, and then she spoke, fire returning to her eyes:" Leave me be!" and yet again she tried to leave.

"No." he said and pulled her closer, which only resulted in her trying even harder to get out of his grasp.

"Just forget it!" she almost cried: "Why can't you just fucking forget it and leave me be!?" She asked not expecting an answer, so it surprised her when Draco spat out : "Because I won't let Lucius Malfoy to rule my life and decide whether I should talk to you or not!"

"My dad?" furrowed her eyebrows Hermione "You really think this is about my dad?" she cried out angrily. He could tell she was getting really frustrated. Her face was all red and both of her hands were curled into fists.

She spun on her heals to face him and angrily poked her index finger onto his chest: "You idiot! I'm doing this to protect you! Why can't you just f***ing accept it and let it go!"

Draco sneered back: "Protecting from what? Your daddy?"

"No! Voldemort!" What? Those words cut through the air between them like a knife.

Hermione's eyes widened as she realized what she had said. There was a long silent pause.

"What?" asked Draco softly, the last of anger vanishing out of his voice, immediately. He fastened his right arm around her waist to pull her shaking form closer and used his other one to make her look up. She did not fight this time. He gently petted some of the hair out of her face and she let out quiet sob.

"If he finds out, he will…have you killed…" she whispered with the tears welling up in her eyes. Draco was speechless. This explained everything.

Before his life was turned upside down with that ancient spell, in the summer, he was supposed to become a Death Eater just like Lucius and Narcissa. It used to bother his mind every day; he couldn't sleep nor eat, but since he became Draco Granger, the mudblood, he did not even think about it. He spent so much time worrying about returning to his old life of pureblood, that he completely forgot what is awaiting him there. Now he couldn't believe it slipped his mind.

He looked down to her left forearm. Nothing, no Dark Mark, which meant she hasn't become one of Volemort's followers yet. But it also meant that the initiation was near. Draco's heart clenched when he remembered what his prove of loyalty to the Dark Lord was supposed to be. And even though breaking the Hogwards guardian barrier for the Death Eaters did not involve direct killing, it still made him feel sick every time he thought about it.

"When?" he looked from her forearm back to her face. He did not need to clarify his question, they both knew what he meant. He didn't need to know the date of initiation, but he somehow felt obligated to ask.

"Saturday" whispered Hermione, her entire body shaking. More tears ran down her cheek as she continued: "He-he's coming to my house…I…my-my parents…I'm scared!" By the end of the sentence she was so crying so much he could barely understand her words.

He wanted to tell her that everything will be ok, he really did, or that she should talk to Dumbledore and that he will help, but he knew better than anybody else, that it simply wasn't possible. Voldemort was not scared to kill anybody, not Dumbledore, not his best Death Eater… and trying to sabotage him would result in the latter, the deaths of Lucius and Narcissa. Hermione's parents. HIS PARENTS…

He did not know what to say, so he just stood there, Hermione clutched to his side, listening to her sobs; neither of them paying attention to a pair of black eyes watching them from the other side of walkway.

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So? I really hope that this chapter was not too hectic...so just let me know if you have troubles understanding the story or so :) PS: I think we have only 3 chapters left !