Sorry guys! Made a mistake and uploaded the wrong chapter. This is actually chapter two. Enjoy!

Chapter Two Draco's POV

Draco groaned as he stepped into his flat. He pulled of his expensive robes and collapsed on his bed. He thought angrily of the events that had unfolded that night. Fucking Aurors, he thought. Too stupid to release that they're on the wrong side, especially that mudblood bitch, Granger. Chasing us down that alleyway alone. I thought she was supposed to be the smartest witch in our year.

As Draco undressed, he thought of Hermione. She WAS smart, at least as smart as him, since they were Head Boy and Girl three years ago at Hogwarts. She could solve any problem or figure out any potion. She would have made a good Slytherin, Draco thought. If she had been pureblood and hadn't chosen Potty and Weasel as her friends, Draco probably would've liked her.

Not that I don't find her attractive, he reminded himself. After chasing them, Draco had caught a glimpse at her. Her face was flushed and she was breathing hard. Her wide brown eyes were wild, and her hair was loose from its ponytail.

Draco smiled when he thought of her hair. She had managed to tame it since Hogwarts. It now cascaded down her back in subtle waves. It looked silky and soft. Draco imagined running his fingers through it.

Not only had Hermione's face improved, she had also developed over the years. Draco thought back to the party at the Minister's house last month. From across the room, he could see Hermione socializing with Parvati Patil, and Ginny Weasley, soon to be, Ginny Potter. Hermione had been wearing a knee-length black dress, made from expensive material. The dress had a V-shaped neckline, which plunged down just above her breasts. Draco remembered being disappointed that he couldn't see more, but he was grateful that the dress clung to Hermione's curves in all the right places. Draco was tempted to lead Hermione off somewhere and once he got her all alone, he would push her up against a wall and.

Draco shifted in his bed, grateful that he was the only one there, and that the blankets were covering his lower half. He felt ashamed to be thinking of the Mudblood Know-it-All in that way, but he couldn't help it. He had been on the receiving end of her outbursts of anger many times, and he wondered how she would react to him sexually. Would she be just as fiery? Draco was sure that she had been looking at him that night at the party.

Obviously she finds me attractive, Draco thought. Who wouldn't? Draco smirked to himself, and jumped. He felt a sharp pain on his left arm. He looked down to see that Voldemort had summoned him. Draco slid out of bed and dressed quickly. It was a bad idea to keep the Dark Lord waiting. XXX

Draco apparated to the Death Eater meeting place and went to stand beside his father. Lucius nodded towards Draco, and gave a small smile. When Draco had become a Death Eater it had brought Lucius and him closer together.

"Father." Draco acknowledged. The other Death Eaters had begun to arrive, and Lucius had turned to talk to MacNair and Mr. And Mrs. Lestrange, who had escaped from Azkaban. Crabbe, Goyle and Andrew Nott had come over to talk to Draco.

"What do you suppose Our Lord wants us for this late?" Nott asked. Draco didn't have time to answer. Lord Voldemort appeared in front of the group, and everyone fell to their knees.

Hello, my followers," Voldemort rasped. He looked around the room at each Death Eater. "I am happy to announce that Miles and Nadia Lestrange have joined our ranks once again. I am also impressed with the work Lucius and Draco have accomplished. Draco has proven to be an asset to the Dark Side. You and Narcissa must be very proud, Lucius."

"Yes we are, My Lord, thank you." Lucius bowed. Draco swelled with pride. He loved making his parents proud of him.

"Now, about tomorrow's meeting. Instead of coming here, I want you to form groups and go to the small town, Traverston. I've decided to give you all a treat, muggle torture."