Viktor had led Hermione into a beautifully large room, decorated in light blue. There was a sleigh bed and matching chest of drawers. The whole room sparkled, as if they were standing in an ice glacier. She looked at the whole room in awe, knowing that there had to be and enchantment placed on the room. As Viktor was digging through the drawers of the roll top desk, he noticed Hermione's expression.

"You don't vhink I would truly let you stay in vhis voom do you?" Viktor sniggered. "Vhink smaller, Herm own ninny."

She looked daggers at him, "I wouldn't expect it from you."

He suddenly stood up straight and grabbed her roughly by the shoulders, "Get vid out the attitude, or I'll get vid of you."

"Oh and I am sure that would make you feel so guilty right," Hermione said, temper surging. "Throwing me to the Death Eaters would be such a hard thing to do!"

"I mean it, Herm own ninny," he said, shoving her onto the desk's chair.

"You could at least practice saying my name correctly," Hermione said irritated.

"Teach me later," Viktor replied, shoving a piece of paper in front of her. "Vow, you vill vrite home to say that you met up vith me and ve resovled things."

"They'll never believe it," Hermione told him, shoving the paper away.

Viktor sighed bent down until he was level with Hermione. He was behind her but she could tell he was right on top of her, breathing on her neck. Viktor had pulled his wand from his pocket and lazily twirled it in her long, curly hair. She shivered, ready to turn around and grab the wand out of his hand. Viktor was expecting this however and grabbed her wrist tightly, shoving the wand on her neck.

"Don't make me use vorce to haf you vrite them, Hermione," he said, crudely enunciating her name.

A bit of Hermione's spark left when she finally realized she was dealing with a true Death Eater who could use the Unforgiveables, even if it was Viktor. Slowly she picked up the quill and dipped it into the ink. With much pain, she wrote:

Dear Mom and Dad,
You will not believe whom I ran into at Diagon Alley! Viktor! True, there was a misunderstanding between us, but we have resolved it. He wanted me to come to Bulgaria with him that very minute. We looked and looked for you but when we couldn't find you, Viktor insisted I go with him. As you might have seen, Viktor has had my things apparated here. See you soon!

Love,
Hermione

"Good?" Hermione asked Viktor, willing herself to stay in control of her temper.

"Fine," Viktor replied, folding the envelope and putting it in his pocket. "Vow, to show you to your suite."

The "suite" turned out to be the size of a walk in closet. Viktor shoved Hermione inside and pointed to a stack of blankets in the corner.

"You can vuse them as a bed," Viktor said, walking out of the small closet like room. "I von't lock the door. But I vouldn't leafe if I were you, you'd be caught straight avay, probably by some one vorse than me."

Hermione was beginning to feel sick, before it had seemed unreal. Now she realized it. She wasn't just on holiday at Viktor's estate. She was in real danger, and could be putting her friends and family in danger as well. She saw Viktor about to leave and had to ask him one last thing.

"Viktor, are you really a Death Eater?" Hermione asked, tears striking her face. "Please say no."

"I don't haf to say anything," he replied coming over to Hermione and lifting up his shirtsleeve.

She winced and turned away from the disgusting mark charred into his skin. Unexpectedly it began to glow. Hermione saw Viktor wince but he got up at once left the room, slamming the door behind him. Hermione knew following him would be stupid, but that was not her intention when she stepped out of the closet/room. She needed a way out. Or at least find an owlery and send Harry or Ron a real letter about what happened. The halls in Viktor's house were dark and inhabited by shadows. Hermione shivered, pulling her cloak tightly around her shoulders. Down the hall she could see a light coming from around the one corner. She decided to take a peak, hoping it was something similar to the owlery she was planning to find. She barely got to the end of the hall when some one grabbed her waist and covered her mouth. She struggled fiercely until she heard the man whisper in an icy tone, "Keep still will you Granger!"

She knew that voice. It had haunted many a nightmare before, some quite like the situation she was in now. Draco Malfoy would have to be the one to catch her trying to escape.

"What has this got to do with you, Malfoy," Hermione whispered. " Just leave me be."

"News travels fast, Granger," Malfoy snickered. "Give me credit. True I wouldn't want to be staying with old Krum either but that was a very stupid stunt."

"You are just a silly little prat," Hermione said, still trying to release herself from his grip.

"Yes, but a silly prat who just saved you from walking into a very tense Death Eater meeting," Malfoy said, wittingly.

A/N: Sorry about so long without update. I was busy with other stories. But I am back so keep reading and reviewing!