A/N: HEY YOU PEEPS!!! What's happening? :D oh hey, has neone seen the ring? PeerrETTy freaky!! Eh? Ahhhh! (Must confess, I haven't watched it yet)

Ermm.*clears throat*

Oh no, what will happen?? ;) *smirks a dracoish smirk*

Summary: Well, let's see, you just saw TWO points of views ('Mione and Draco) about skating and getting squashed by a tree, kay? Ohkee.ON with the Story!!

(an: not story, just felt like adding this-

Draco: what? What? Darklingchild! What are you making me do?? *to you, ze audience* ~she's CrAzY~

DKC(darklingchild):*steals keyboard* hehe you better not annoy me, or ur gonna end up very VERY OOC in the end *smirks again* U might Cry!!! Eheha

Draco: Oh NO!!! oh goodness gracious me!

DKC: *smirks*

Draco: Ah! I give up! *being nice* plz make me evil!!! PLZ!!! *tries to make puppy eyes, but just ends up looking like frodo when he's scared of the ring*

DKC: AHHHH *get away!* AHHHHH!! *Bats at draco with hands* (to ze audience, YOU!!) Have a good time reading!! :D

Light of Darkness

"Petrificus Totalus!" Draco heard the stunning charm fly above his head, and hit the man on his right. For a heavenly second, the punching stopped, before somebody else took the first one's place. Draco doubled over in pain, clenching his teeth together. His wand was taken away from him, and Draco felt strangely helpless.

With bleary eyes he glanced at his "rescuers."

A mask? Draco frowned. NO.

They were deatheaters. His father's men.

Losing strength, his eyes rolled into the back of his head, and the world turned black.

~*~

Hermione woke up slowly (A/N: don't they seem to AlwaYs JuSt wake up? Ack!) and groaned in pain. What happened to her? She had to be in the hospital wing, but this bed was lumpy..

Her glazed eyes took in the room around her, and then shot open. Bad decision. Hermione flinched, as the sunlight hit her chocolate brown eyes. Where was she? The walls were made of slabs of gray stone, and Hermione pulled her cloak tighter about her. One barred window let sunlight stream into the chamber.

She frowned, and tried to get into a more comfortable position on her bed. Hermione couldn't think while she was still so tired.

"Mmprhh."

Where did that voice come from? It sounded so familiar...Hermione looked underneath her. She wasn't on a bed.

A PERSON??

"AHH!" Hermioned muffled a yell, and rolled her bruised body from over the boy. He had a hood over his head, and suddenly Hermione thought of her skating excursion.

Darn it, was he alright? She deftly put two fingerprints on his neck, and felt for a pulse. Hermione let out a breath. He was alive, barely.

"Mmprhh." Hermione took this time to register it was the boy who spoke, and placed one hand onto his shoulder.

"You alright?" she asked, even though, by instinct, she knew he would not answer. Suprisingly he nodded, and, grimacing, sat up slowly. His hood fell off, revealing a shock of pale blond hair.

"DRACO MALFOY???!!!" Hermione yelled. This couldn't be the boy, the skater, could it? Hermione shook her head vigorously. No, it wasn't him. This was Malfoy.

She could see his lips turn up slightly, but his eyes showed his surprise.

"And you are.." He left it hanging in the air, slowly raising one hand to pull back her hood. His eyes widened in amazement.

"Granger." For one moment, his eyes showed some compassion, a hint of a smile. Then, as suddenly, his eyes hardened. "Mudblood, I mean." He corrected himself. He raised his eyes to stare at her, keeping his expression cold and calculating.

Hermione started to back up from him, and sat as far away from the boy as possible. She frowned at him, in cocky way. Refusing to even grace the statement with a reply, she stared at the floor in front of her, crossing her arms in annoyance.

Both teenagers remained stoically silent, ignoring eachother's presence for the better part of the day.

~*~

Draco looked around the cell, and frowned darkly, creasing his elegant brow. The stone walls produced a 'moldy earth' kind of smell, and he grimaced in distaste. He turned to look at the Mudblood, then flinched, as his neck spasmed with pain.

Instead, he groaned, and put a hand to his head, ignoring the concern that couldn't help showing up in the Mudblood's eyes. He stopped abruptly, and sent her a glare. Pointedly, he continued his scrutiny of the room. An iron door barred the entrance, overlaid with a cold metal grille.

Sudden realization hit him.

He was in the Malfoy dungeons. With Granger.

~*~

The sound of the grille scraping on the stone floor awoke both of them, startling them out of their fitful rest. Although, if questioned, they wouldn't have admitted to it. Hermione narrowed her eyes at the slowly opening door.

Her dreams had been haunted by the mysterious ice skater. Where was he? Was he alright? She vaguely remembered him screaming out in pain, as those black robes surrounded him.

Hermione pulled her legs to her chin, even though her body protested her every movement. She clenched her hands into fists and wrapped them tensely against her knees. She grimaced in pain.

Her captors would pay for what they did, no doubt about that. Her eyes darted back to the door. Hermione gasped. They were deatheaters. She panicked, thinking about Harry. Was Harry here? Was he ok?

Her inner turmoil prevented her from thinking, but surprisingly, Hermione heard herself start to talk.

"Where is the ice skater?" she asked in as firm, yet weak voice. Draco glanced at her in surprise. She wasn't The Girl, was she? No, he probably heard wrong. The mudblood probably didn't even know how to put on skates. Frowning, he turned his cold eyes on the Deatheater.

The man did not answer Hermione's question, instead, he stalked up to Draco, and pushed its gray mask up to the boy's face. Then he punched him in the stomach.

Draco doubled over, furious at his weakness. His body had taken too much, and didn't have the strength to fight back. Breath whistled up his throat, and clutched at his stomach with his slender hands. The boy glared angrily at the deatheater, who was emitting, low, malicious chuckles.

"Who...who are you?" This was Hermione, eyes wide. Before, she had been too stunned to move, but her Gryffindor courage took over. Draco might be an insufferable git, but she didn't want him to die. The girl stalked up to the hideously masked man.

"Tell me! Who are you?" She didn't know the meaning, or the implications of her question. She just had to divert his attention. She silently prayed Draco would be alright.

The Death eater did not back down, and his mask seemed to smile malevolently along with him. Hermione's heart was pounding. She was sorely regretting her decision to help Malfoy, as she realized she had no wand.

Despite it all, she continued to glare.

Inch by inch, the Death Eater's hand slowly traveled up to his mask. Hermione quickly inhaled a breath, and fought not to cry. The mask revealed messy dark brown hair, and even darker eyes. The Death Eater's eyes flashed at Hermione, and he grinned malevolently. Then he spoke, voice shy, quiet, yet heard and commanding respect.

"Oh, but Hermione, don't you recognize your father?"

~*~

A/N: hehee! Hope u liked that chappie! Review, mateys! Yardy yarr yarr!

Draco Lover: Yeehaw! Thx for ze great reviews!! Hope you like this chappie too!!

AngelKatrinaEvans: Sorry you don't like this! Er.that WAS a flame, right?

Hermi Lu: Glad u like! Continue reviewing and reading, plz!

:D alright, daz ALL the chappie 2 reviews I have now,

buhbye!

Signing out,

DKC aka icy_flymn