A/N This whole chapter takes place in the months before and during the Quidditch World Cup. It is from Draco's Pov. Please read and Review. I'll do a version of this fic from Hermione's pov if anyone's interested but if they're not then I won't.

** Draco's Pov.**

2 months before the Cup.

They're fighting again , I can hear them , my mother screaming and my father yelling and occasionally the sound of a fist hitting flesh. Not that it's anything new for me it's been like this for as long as I can remember. But it's worse this time , my mother wants to divorce my father and take me away with her , he won't hear a word of it of course. He couldn't give a rats ass about me or my mother , but he cares about his reputation. The screams were getting louder now and I desperately wanted to go down there and tell my father off but I couldn't , son or not , he'd kill me , literally.

Suddenly I hear my father yell 'Imperio' and then it was quiet. Now I knew who the terrible thing was going to happen to.

On the Way To The Quidditch Cup.

I sat quietly and observed my mother , from the day she was put under the Imperius curse , she only spoke when spoken to by my father and completely ignored me and anyone else who happened to try and talked to her unless my father told her otherwise. Now she's the perfect trophy wife he's always wanted , with a glazed look in her eyes and a expression that suggested there was a nasty smell under her nose. I've heard rumors of a death eater gathering after the Cup , I hope Hermione isn't going to be there.

In the Top Box

On the way up to the box I had a uneasy feeling in my stomache , as though a hundred butterflies had been set loose and were fluttering around in there. When we reached the box I knew why , sitting in the front row , was the entire Weasley family with the addition of Harry Potter and Hermione Granger. I was torn , part of me was thrilled I'd been waiting months just to see her again and there she was large as life , but another part of me remembered about the Death Eaters and what they were planning to do to the muggles and mudbloods like her.

The Wonder Trio turned to face us once Fudge had made our presence known , I gasped when I saw Hermione and how she had matured over the summer and quickly looked to my father to see if he had overheard , if he had there'd be hell to pay , luckily he was to busy being involved in a conversation with the Minister of Magic.

We took our seats and I had the luck of being sat behind Potty which gave me a mostly unobstructed view of Hermiones' beautiful face. I got a wonderful perving oppurtunity when the Bulgarian teams mascot's came out , being 1/4 veela on my mothers' side I was able to resist making a fool out of myself unlike all the other males in the stadium , especially Potty and the Weasel. With my fathers attention firmly fixed on the dancing beauties I could gaze upon the pure goodness that was Hermione Granger , trying desprately to keep her friends from commiting un-intentional suicide. When the Veelas finally stopped dancing I had to try and refocus on the Ireland mascots and the following Quidditch match.

The match itself was fast paced and brutal , everything I like in a game of Quidditch ( except when I'm the one getting hurt of course.) but I couldn't keep my eyes from wandering back to Hermione. Truth be told I was glad the game ended so quickly , I don't know how much longer I could of kept it up without Lucius noticing.

Into the Woods.

I watched in disguised horror as the group of Death Eaters including my parents terrorized the muggles. Men , Women , Children , they didn't discriminate all of them ended up levitated 10 ft in the air screaming. I caught a flash of red hair , out of the corner of my eye , disappering into the forest , the same forest the rowdy group of Death Eaters were heading towards. My only thoughts were of Hermiones safety as I followed them silently into the woods , hiding in the shadows for the right moment to break into their conversation.

It came when the klutz Weasel tripped over a tree root.

Hermione had just asked the prat what had happened and I took this oppourtunity to make myself known.

" Tripped over a tree root." The twit said angrily as he picked his oversized body off the ground as I stepped into the light.

" Well , with feet that size , hard not to." I drawled as they turned to face me.

I tried to look as relaxed as I could under the current circumstances , leaning casually against a tree.

" Oh Piss off Malfoy , we don't have time for your shit." The Weasel said.

This offended me , if that was the kind of thanks I got for trying to help , why should I be bothered in the future.

" Language Weasley , Hadn't you better be hurrying along , now ? You wouldn't like her to be spotted , would you ?" I asked , this would have to be the most blatantly obvious attempt to help them I've ever made , they'd have to get the message , wouldn't they ?

" What's that supposed to mean ?" Obviously not.

" Granger they're after Muggles." How could someone so perfect be so , well , dense at times. And I didn't even call her mudblood that time. " D'you want to be showing off your knickers in mid-air ? Because if you do stick around." On second thought why am I warning her , it'll probably be my only chance to see her knickers.Then I remembered the screams from the muggles they'd already caught and I couldn't possibly imagine Hermione having that done to her because of me. " they're moving this way , and it would give us all a laugh."

" Hermione's a witch." The Boy Who Lived To Be An Idiot snarled at me.

" Have it your own way , Potter." I managed to smile , what I hoped to be maliciously at them. " If you think they can't spot a mudblood a mile away , stay where you are." They can't of course , but my father already knows about Hermione so he's probably informed the others to kill her on sight.

" You watch your mouth." The red haired retard shouted. Does he realise it's not a good idea to draw attention to yourself when your in hiding from people who want to kill you ?

As the dumbass took a threatening step towards me , Hermione quickly seized his arm.

" Never Mind , Ron." My angel said as she dragged him away from me. Effectively re-igniting the spark of hope , she had so effectively doused last year.

Then a loud bang sounded from rather close by and several people screamed. Trying to keep up my I'm really an evil guy image , I chuckled softly.

" Scare easily don't they ? I suppose your daddy told you all to hide ? What's he up to" And why isn't he here protecting you. "-trying to rescue the muggles."

" Where are your parents ?" Pothead asked. " Out there wearing masks , are they ?"

He'd hit a sore spot but I knew I had to keep calm.

" Well ... if they were , I wouldn't be likely to tell you , would I , Potter ?" I didn't deny it , surely they'd figure out my father was with them and get Hermione out of there.

" Oh , come on." Hermione said shot a disgusted look at me. Doesn't she realize I was trying to save her life. "let's go and find the others."

" Keep that big bushy head down Granger." I sneered at her , trying to make it sound as much like an insult as well as a warning.

" Come On." Hermione said as she dragged Potty and Weasel back down the path , at least she had the right idea.

As they disappeared form view I heard Wealey say "I'll bet you anything his dad is one of that masked lot." For once in his life he'd gotten something right.

They'd left just in time , just as I had melted back into the shadows a group of black cloaked men came stomping into the clearing.

A/N- This is the longest chapter yet and hopefully better than the last one. Please review even if it is to tell me it sucked.