'Good morning, Hermione.'

I looked at him with a blank face. Good morning? Was that all he was going to give me? A measly greeting?

'Are you going to speak to me?' he sat up in his chair and threw the blanket off of him. Draco moved closer to the bed before pouncing on it, thus bringing me under him. I knew I should've moved or at least squirmed. But I couldn't. My mind told me to just sit there and relax. Relax under Draco? Yeah right. 'Or am I going to have to force' he emphasized the word by grinding his hips against mine 'the words out?'

In my stubborn state, I still played mute. There was no way he was going to win this game. Not when I allowed him to win all the others. But I could not suppress the shudder that rocked my body as he repeated the exercise. 'Ah, my angel, your body cannot follow what your mind wants to do.' He buried his nose into my neck and kissed everywhere his lips landed. 'You're angry with me, so you choose not to speak only because you feel that it gets to me. Yet your body withers under mine in a pleading louder than any of your well-educated words could be.' He hiked my leg up and slid his fingers under the thin fabric.

My breath came in shallow gasps. I needed to do something quick. His voice and sweet words were fogging my brain, and I was in mist that was too enjoyable. If I didn't stop him now, there was no turning back. So I needed to say something. Something that would easily turn him off and make me come back down to earth. 'How are Harry and Ron?'

His seductive motions halted as he glared into my half-opened eyes. The lust seemed to drain from those cobalt opals. What a shame.

'Is that all you can think about?' he asked fiercely, detaching himself from my body.

'While I touch you in places no other has touched, you merely think about your two little buffoons?'

I tilted my head in mocking thought. 'They are my friends…'

A noise between a hiss and a growl came from his mouth before he stormed out of the guest room I stayed in.

Well, I suppose I won that round. So why didn't I feel almighty like I should have? Damn Malfoy.

'Miss…Miss!' a squeaky voice amplified itself as I looked up from the windows on the fifth floor.

'Yes?' I peered down to the small elf that bowed lowly and fiddled with the tea towel wrapped around her as a makeshift dress. I gave it a polite smile, wishing desperately that I could free the tiny creature. Just leave right then and there with it.

'Master Malfoy has sent Tiny to show Miss Hermione the Library.' She bowed once more, pointing out the fact that her ears were ten times too large for her small head and even smaller body.

'There is a private library here?' But right after saying it, I knew it was a dumb question. 'Well, of course there is. This house has everything.' I blushed as my determined hazel eyes roamed over all of the sophisticated pieces of art and room attire. The rugs were Persian and tang dynasty…most likely hand-woven. The green and black drapes and tapestries hung everywhere in the Manor- well, all of the places I had been to that morning.

Tiny had given me a brief tour, only restricting the seventh and eighth floor. She had warned me about the late Lord Malfoy's and Draco's study on the fourth floor. I didn't wish to explore either of them.

'And where is Draco?'

Tiny shuddered under her light cloth. Malfoy Manor had proved to be as cold as it sounded, with vaulted and high ceilings made up with fading patterns of shapes and stones. Upon my arrival here, we had come through the Front Entrance; which had a magnificent view of a grand marble staircase and a million little emerald gemstones that situated themselves to read a large 'M'. I had never traveled far enough to Wiltshire, but so far I wasn't missing much. On this floor, there were grand windows (everything seemed to be grand at Malfoy Manor) that looked on at Malfoy land.

To the left, there was a fabulous garden blooming itself. It must have been charmed, for everywhere else there was snow and more snow. I assured myself the landscape beyond was truly beautiful when it wasn't covered in the white treasure. From what I could make out through the frosted windows, there was a forest with high trees and compacted earth on the other end far away from the garden. That was probably the forest we apparted to last night.

'Master Draco Malfoy is very busy in his Study, Miss. He doesn't wish to be disturbed, no matter what.' Tiny twiddled her thumbs under my scrutiny. 'But of course, Miss Hermione, Tiny would only be too happy to get anything Miss needs. Anytime. Mistress Malfoy has also left today.'

'Oh.' Was my only response before Tiny showed me to the massive room of books. Narcissa Malfoy was never exactly high and mighty in my mind. Sure, she saved Harry, but in a very Malfoy-like fashion. She only did so to her advantage. Mrs. Malfoy wanted to be sure that Draco was safe- even after that prick was the biggest prick to all of us at Black Manor. Only a mother could love such a selfish brat. Draco Malfoy was the most selfish git there ever was. A vain, selfish, prick-of-a-Malfoy. I hated loving him.

As I forgot my manners and surroundings, I stomped my foot and dug it into the ground while muttering awful profanities. 'Stupid, stupid, stupid…biggest sore git…bleeding prat…' I grit my teeth as I ran my fingers across the hundreds of titles that were level with me and lower. Books adorned shelves all the way to the top of the Library. Cherry wood ladders slouched primly against the rails of the sturdy bookcases. The ceiling was vaulted as the rest of the Victorian/French Renaissance styled home. It almost put Hogwart's to shame.

I plucked a few interesting titles and sat down a few extra books on the wooden desk that stood in the middle of the room. The cozy chair by the crackling fireplace was left unabided as I soon slipped to the ground in my adventures. I was halfway through "Misfit Goblins and Their Story" when I felt a prickling sensation run down my back. My hands lightly shook as I fought to smother my apprehension. I closed the book softly, remembering the page number so that I could go back. A rumbling in my stomach brought a new feeling as it growled defiantly.

I turned around, but saw no one. There was a feeling one got when being watched- an unmistakable one at that. It didn't matter if you were surrounded by a million people, or just one person. That feeling would just be there. And when it was presents, you nearly wanted to scream.

It's just your imagination. Hermione Granger, you're just irked about the size and loneliness of the Manor. Just keep reading and all will be well. I decided for once to listen to the inner voice.

I felt that all-too-familiar niggling feeling of being stared at. I decided to confront it once more. When my back turned, I knew I saw a shadow. I would have sworn to Merlin in front of the Minister of Magic himself that I saw a shadow in my peripheral vision. But when I fully faced where my back had faced while I read, there was only a bookshelf and a candle light flickering. The flame flew back and forth as if a robe had swooshed by it. But the notion was impossible. The library was cornered in with only one door, and I was nearly sitting right in front of it.

'Hello?' I called out, as if I were greeting someone. Yeah, Hermione, because the monster's going to greet you back.

My feet had a mind of their own as they made a bee line for the bookshelf by the candle. I pressed it and ran my fingers over the corners, just to make sure it was real. I almost laughed at my over-active imagination before the bookshelf began shifting along the ground I stood on. I gasped as the shelf was pushed back and a narrow tunnel appeared before me. In all my wonder and gaping, I brought my wand out from my jean pocket. Why I had even entered the forsaken death trap, I didn't know. But I needed to see what I had found…thoroughly.

The dust in the air was thick and suffocating as I traveled farther into the darkness. 'Lumos.' I muttered quietly and an immediate green light came from my treasured Vinewood.

I inspected the stone walls around me. Cracks and beetles ran along the architecture, unlike the rest of the Manor. 'So…this is what a secret passage looks like.' I mumbled under my breath.

As I made it closer to the end of it, a door appeared. I fought with both sides of my mind against logic. Logic told me that I was amongst the Malfoys; there were bound to be secret passages that housed lunatics and devil-worshipping Malfoys. Who knew? They were capable of anything.

But my mind wanted so badly to go in there…just to see what there was. Who knew what ancient artifacts could be housed…or ritual books dating back to a million years…

My eyes grew wide as I bound towards the wretched rotten doorknob. It was slightly ajar; just enough so I could see a man bent over a table full of vials of different colored liquids and wrinkled pieces of parchment. The dim candlelight cast shadows across the old room, making focusing on anything immensely difficult. His hooded cloak draped over his body, completely engulfing him and his head. The hood drooped lower so that side of his face was shadowed, as I suspected.

I leaned in closer to see what was on his table, and I could have cursed my very existence. To any normal person thrown into their work, a slight creak of a floorboard wouldn't have fazed them or in the least interest them. But this…shadow was different. His broad shoulders tightened under the cloth that barely hinted at the physique he owned.

I froze, not daring to take one breath as I feared it would be my last. What have I done…what have I done? Oh Merlin, I'm dead. Bloody Merlin, this is it. This is it. I've cheated death one too many times…I'm going to die…

There were two options. One, run like hell and hope I wouldn't be caught. Two, wait there by the door like a fool praying to every Roman God and Goddess that it would just turn around and not notice everything.

But I had no more time to linger on my dilemma when he straightened up and held his head high- just like someone I knew too well.

'Hello, Hermione.' The use of my name made me gasp and fall forward into the door, making it open fully. As he turned around, he held his arms out as if he were mimicking a Phoenix's wingspan, and as he brought his hands and arms down, the flames on the old clusters of wax went out.

Bloody bullocks…

A/N: Sooo…how was that??? Please review, you know I love it! If any of you were wondering what's wrong with me, I'm sooooooo sooooo sorry!!!!!!! The two upcoming chapters may be this size and a little bigger, but I can't promise repeats of chapter six or seven ! lol

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Okay, that was corny but hey! I always see these at the end of chapters and now that I finally have a story, I just feel compelled to follow suit. Haha