I started to burst into tears. My arms were aching. My muscles were hurting. My eyes were so happy that I could finally cry. I wanted to cry back in Malfoy's room, but even I didn't want to admit to myself that I was scared-nevertheless to prove it to Malfoy himself.

How could he do that? How could someone be so . . . desperate-if that's even the right word? I have never met such an inconsiderate jerk. Well, the again, I've never been abducted either. I wiped my eyes. I couldn't tell whether I was crying silently or loudly. My thoughts were speaking too loudly.

I looked at my watch and figured that I had missed a bunch of classes. It was already six o'clock. I must've been asleep for a long while. I got up and walked over to my drawer. My face was all wet and red.

I changed into a pair of ultra-low-rise jeans and a tight black shirt with sleeves up to my palms. It covered most of my bruises. I brushed my hair quickly before walking to my window. The sun was still out and was painting its last rays onto the trees and the Lake. The sky was a beautiful orange and pink with a little bit of purple.

But it didn't make me happy like it used to. It was just . . . there. Not like before. Before it was a beautiful painting that just made me smile. Before it would make me think that there was something more than just magic and normalcy out there.

Now it was just there. A plain old sunset with colors around it. My mind started to drift to the last hour as I stared up at this big ball of fire. Maybe I should've made up some lie about me not being a virgin-to disappoint him or something (A/N: Thanks to reviewer Wilma Love for the idea). Well, there was nothing I could do about it now.

I walked over to my door and put my ear on it. Nothing. Had the teacher left? Had Malfoy left? Was I alone? After waiting for another ten minutes, I got my answer. Whoever the teacher was, was blabbering on about something after walking out of Malfoy's bedroom. It sounded like a female, but I wasn't quite sure. Soon, the large door in the front of our Common Room shut and I heard Malfoy groan.

"Granger, you can come out now," he yelled and my heart stopped.

Should I go out? Should I? Honestly, I was scared to bloody death. Yet, slowly and stupidly, I opened my door. I stepped down the step that led into bedroom.

"I see you've changed," he commented once he had finished giving me a once- over.

"Yeah," I answered slowly.

"You look nice."

I looked at him, my mouth was open, and I was dumfounded. Did he just say that I looked *nice*? What the hell happened in that bedroom of his?

"Uh, thanks," I answered.

"So, you heading downstairs?" he asked.

I nodded my head. "Yeah."

"Cool," he replied, nodding his head approvingly.

"Who was that that came in?" I asked.

His darted in my direction as he said: "Professor Snape."

"Oh," I answered. "What did he want?"

"Nothing." His quick reply shocked me. I just assumed he didn't want to talk about it.

"Okay."

"Are you hungry?" he asked.

"Yeah. A little."

"Come on then," he replied, taking my hand.

I didn't reply as he held my hand all the way down to the Great Hall. But it was quite confusing, yet sweet all at the same time. What the hell had happened in that bedroom of his? He held the door open to the Great Hall and bowed.

"What are you doing?" I asked once he let go of my hand.

"Being a gentleman." He motioned for me to go in.

I was absolutely speechless. I just walked right on in. I heard the door close; Malfoy came to my side and held my hand once again. "What are you doing?" I asked again.

"You're beautiful," was all that he said. He escorted me to the Gryffindor table. Harry and Ron were staring at us oddly. As I was about to sit down, Malfoy kissed me on the cheek.

"What the hell was that all about?" Ron screamed.