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Last chapter: Draco became a Death Eater, which almost happened this chapter. You got like 15% more story last time!

This chapter: Hermione awakens to find herself in Draco's bed. What pain will this inflict upon her mind? And what can Ron do about this? (I'm sorry Harry! I still kinda-love you even though I've almost totally x-ed you out of the story. Almost.)

I hope you enjoy this chapter. I'm posting a day earlier than I would have for one reason: I got an 1170 on my SATs!!! YAY!!!!

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When Hermione awoke the next morning she felt a chill along her legs. She was not used to feeling that. Without opening her eyes she reached down to pull the blankets up over her, but when she groped all she felt was her own flesh. Brown eyes opened in shock and dared to look at herself. She was naked. That's when she realized someone was breathing on her neck. Whipping around, she saw Draco seemingly asleep. Her whole body tensed. Hands clutched a nearby blanket, pulling it about herself.

Draco's gray eyes opened suddenly.

"Oh my little mudblood," His words were long and slick. Hermione shuddered. What had she done?

Draco slid of the bed. He looked as if he had slept the entire night. Hermione was achy. Her whole body shouted for more sleep. Against her will, she laid back down and closed her eyes. Perhaps it was a dream.

Draco shook his head.

"No, I'm sorry. This is a one night only bed. You'll have to sleep elsewhere."

Draco gave her a nasty push. Hermione scrambled to stay on the bed, but slipped off. She landed in a heap on the ground. A cruel laugh rang in her ears.

"Well that's what you get you nasty mudblood." Draco laughed harder.

Hermione looked up at him. Her voice was a whisper, "Can I at least have my album back?"
Draco spat at her. It landed on her face. Hermione winced, wiping it away. The answer came down just as harshly.

"No. I'm not done with you."

Draco walked over to her very calmly. Hermione cowered, trying to pretend she wasn't there. He reached down and one hand gently cupped her chin. There was an evil grin upon his lips.

"When people ask you where you've been, don't tell them. Make up something. And don't tell your Precious Potter or Winsome Weasley."

Draco's other hand moved down to place on finger on her lips.

"Do you understand me?"

Hermione said nothing; She jerked her face away and closed her eyes.

Draco slapped her twice. Hermione couldn't maintain herself anymore. She started to cry.

"Do you understand me?!" Draco screamed after he had kneeled down and put his face right up to hers.

Hermione whimpered and nodded.

Draco walked away and threw her robes at her.

"Get dressed. You're leaving."
Hermione was relieved when he pushed her out the door. He had at least given her some time to cover herself. One spot on her neck stung. She touched it gingerly with two fingers.

Some how she found her way back to the Gryffindor tower. Everything had been a blur to her. Some how Ron and Harry found her. But Hermione didn't hear the questions they asked. She was half-asleep on the couch in the Gryffindor common room. She didn't want to hear them.

"Hermione, where were you? Everyone was worried."

"Parvati woke up this morning and started screaming."

"She said the way your blankets had been tossed about it looked like a struggle."

The bombarded her with questions and chidings. Hermione had one answer for them.

"Guys, I couldn't sleep. But I'm so tired now, will you go away?"

Ron leaned in a little closer, eyes squinting.

"Hermione, there's blood on your robe. On the collar."

Hermione instinctively put on hand on her neck.

"Its nothing, I promise!"

Ron moved her hand out of the way. There was a deep cut on Hermione's neck. It was slowly oozing blood. The crimson blood was slowly seeping down her neck and onto her robes.

"Who did this to you Hermione?"

Ron stood up. His face was turning red.

"No one…I…did it to myself."
Harry was standing up as well.

"Bullshit Hermione! Who did this?" Ron had started yelling at her.

Hermione turned away, tears had begun to appear in her eyes again. She didn't want them to see her cry. People were beginning to stare at the trio.

"It was Malfoy, wasn't it? You were very secretive about him yesterday. Has he been hurting you?"

"No! This has nothing to with Malfoy!"

But before she could do anything else, Ron had left. Hermione knew where he would go. Slytherins had Transfiguration class that morning.


When Draco got to Professor McGonagall's classroom, a certain red haired boy was waiting there. Draco smiled and approached him. Crabbe and Goyle followed closely behind.

"Weasley, get out of my way. I refuse to get my shoes dirty on such trash."
Ron glared at him. His voice was vicious.

"What did you do to Hermione? I know it was you."

Draco pretended to look surprised. "What would I do to her? If anything she most likely did it to herself."
Ron lunged at Draco. He managed to make contact between his fist and Draco's nose. Blood gushed out of it. Draco didn't enjoy fist fighting; instead he reached for his wand. Before he could say anything, Professor Snape showed up. (A/N: For some reason he's roaming above the dungeons while he supposed to be having class…go figure.)

"Malfoy, Weasley, what's going on here?"

Draco spoke first. He held his nose and pointed at Ron.

"He attacked me, Professor. We're supposed to be in class and he stopped us."
Ron shouted a bit, trying to calm himself, "He's been hurting Hermione! Someone has to stop him."

"15 points from Gryffindor, Weasley. And I'm sure you have no proof to your cruel allegations. Granger is fine. I just saw her going to her next class."

Ron was totally abashed.

Draco had had to go to the Infirmary. Madam Pomfrey mended his nose in a matter of moments. Draco mopped up the blood and went to his dorms. Blaise met him in the dorms. Blaise had been having some trouble breathing since Draco 'threatened' her. Madam Pomfrey had told her to get some rest for a day, so Blaise was missing a day of class. Other than her, no one was in the common room. She stood with one hand on her hip, blocking him from going anywhere.

"Draco, as much as I hate the damn Gryffindors I don't like what you're doing to Granger."

Draco pushed her out of the way.

"You don't know what you're saying Blaise."

Blaise grabbed his arm, which was a big mistake. Draco whipped around and pushed both hands to her throat. He was choking her. He pushed her against a wall. Blaise tried to breath, but with every exhale Draco pushed harder against her throat.

"Blaise, you're messing with the wrong person. See, I'm sworn to kill anyone who stands up for muggles." Draco let go with his right hand, but applied twice as much pressure with his left to make up for it. He fumbled with the sleeve, but soon rolled down his left sleeve revealing his Dark Mark.

"See? I'm a Death Eater…and you just made your final mistake, Blaise Zabini."

With one final push, Draco cut off all Blaise's air. She struggled for a few minutes, but soon passed out. Draco knew it would be a few more moment before she died.

Draco released her, letting her fall to the ground. He turned and walked to his private room. But, when he got there, someone was waiting for him.

It was his father.

Lucius Malfoy was sitting on Draco's bed. The room was an unruly mess. The blankets had been strewn across the room and the pillow pushed aside. The blood from Hermione's neck stained the linens. He had cut her purposely. He wanted her to feel physical pain even when he wasn't there to administer it.

Lucius looked at his son. His cold gray eyes were narrowed.

"I don't know, or want to know, what's been going on. I heard about the Ravenclaw girl and I know it's your fault she killed herself. I also saw what you did to Gerald Zabini's daughter. How will I explain that?"

"Blaise was having breathing problems. She suffocated. No one will think it was me."

Lucius stood up and closed the door to the room. He roughly pushed his son into the armchair.

"Don't think I don't know for one second what you're doing, Draco. Insecure, aren't you? Why would you join the Death Eaters when you're not even out of Hogwarts? And that Ravenclaw girl, I know she was a mudblood and I know you know. But the question is, did you find out before or after you fucked her?"

Lucius leaned over his son. His hands gripped the armrests. Draco cowered, hoping his father did not strike him.

"I learned after father."

"Have there been any where you knew before?"

Draco hadn't expected this. He didn't think his father would show up at Hogwarts, let alone ask him this question. Somehow the wrong response made it through his lips.

"There's one girl…but I'm breaking her, toying with her. She's one of Potter's little groupies."

Lucius raised his hand, backhanding his son across the face.

"Stupid boy! A mudblood! My own son! No, you are not my son."

The man turned away from the boy, walking across the room. Draco hands touched his face.

"I am your son!"
"No. You are not my son. You are your mother's son, but I am not your father. Which is fine, because if and when you betray our Lord, you will die, not me."

Draco stood up. He clenches his fists.

"I am your son! Now live with it!"

Lucius turned around and faced Draco. He moved in quick evenly paced steps. His right hand made contact with Draco's throat and he lifted his several inches off the floor.

"Listen, boy," Lucius's whisper was a poison to Draco's ears. "And you listen well. I will not stand to have you fucking muggles. I don't care if it is to mess with their heads."

With that he dropped him. With his left hand Lucius used his snake-headed cane to strike Draco.

"Now, finish your damn business with the mudblood and then leave her alone."
Lucius tossed an envelope at Draco. It landed in front of where Draco lay.

"Its from Lord Voldemort. He has a special assignment for my very special son." Lucius sneered.

Lucius turned on his heel and walked out of the room.

Draco slowly sat up. He touched his face. There was a tiny line of blood across his right cheek. Hands fumbled on the letter, breaking the seal. Inside there was very fancy writing, loopy and beautiful. But no matter how beautiful the writing, it could not hide the evil plot within. After reading it, Draco threw the letter into the fireplace.

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What was in that letter? I WANNA KNOW!! Oh wait…I do! ^.^

I'm going to make a shout out to a few reviews. This is my thanks to you for reading and sharing your opinions. Thank you.

Apie: Yes, I have seen Cruel Intentions. It is one of my favorite movies. Though, this fan fiction was not based on that movie/book. This wont be the only times you'll see photos in my stories. Inspiration actually came from that theory I stated in one of the chapters: things that are different are actually alike. A strange lunchroom conversation that started on washing machines, blue jeans, orange jell-o and orgasms inspired this story. Go figure. PS: You aren't the only one who would try to tame the untamable. ^.^

Sarah: Draco is going to continue ravaging Hermione's mind. He probably won't stop there either. The story is going to take a very dark turn, and the subplot will take the stage next chapter. I'm glad you enjoy my writing, thank you!

Jess_lovecat: I am standing aside to your ovation. If you are a true DM/HRM author then you are the one deserving of such applause. I'm just an amateur floundering around in something I don't like, like a fish in dirty water. I honestly hope you have much success in your writings.

Bambi: I noticed you stopped reviewing, which is understandable since you reviewed for EVERY chapter. ^.^ So this is my special thanks to the reader who's been reading since the day it started about a week or two ago. THANK YOU!!!!

Anonymous reviewer: This isn't a fic saying that DM/HG fan fictions are stupid and pointless. If I believed that, would I be writing one? It's the relationship part sucks. I refuse to write about Draco becoming a tender-heart or Hermione becoming a Death Eater. I also hate Draco/Harry slash, not because it's gay, stupid, or pointless, but because the characters (from the books mind you!) don't have a chance. Dare I say I'm in the process of writing a song fic about it? I'm a sucker for writing things I don't believe in or like. It helps to see both sides of the fence. And, oh anonymous reviewer, I did take your review lightly. I laughed.

And that's it for my reviewer shout-outs! Everyone else who I didn't name or couldn't

name, thank you. Reading your reviews, good and bad, gives me inspiration to write.