When Hermione finally woke up Harry and Ron told her the fantastic news. She was so happy that she jumped out of bed and kissed both of them in front of Mcgonagall, Dumbledore, Hagrid and Madam Pomfrey. The teachers pretended not to see them, and they were all utterly relieved no serious harm had befallen her that they didn't really care.
"Ahem.I must request that everyone leave now, including, um, you two boys. Hermione must get her rest, and I feel that you won't help her," Madam Pomfrey insisted. The three students blushed furiously and Hermione immediately jumped back in bed, trying to pretend nothing had happened.
"Goodnight Hermione"

Hermione struggled she opened her eyes, but everything was black. She tried to scream but her voice was silenced. She tried to move but her limbs were motionless. "Am I dead?" Hermione wondered. Suddenly she felt a blast of cold air. She was most definitely not dead. But where was she?
"We got her Lucius," a gruff voice said. "They got the new guy but we killed him before they could question him.
"Good, very good," a man drawled. Put her in his room. The little whore deserves it after getting him expelled.
Hermione suddenly knew all too well where she was; the house of Draco Malfoy. She was placed in what she assumed was Draco's room. They sat her downin a hard chair, still blindfolded, gagged, and paralyzed.
She heard the door open and shut. A light pair of feet crossed the floor until she knew they were standing before her. Her gag was removed. Almost instantly her lips were being hungrily devoured by whom she immediately recognized as Malfoy. He removed her blindfold and she saw him clearly. He was dressed in black and silver robes, much finer than the normal ones used by students. His arrogant features showed his satisfaction and contempt.
"My lovely little Mudblood.you look gorgeous all flushed and angry," he laughed. "So, are you going to love me like you love Harry?"
"Never. Even if you rape me I won't fight you," Hermione's voice cracked at the thought.
"Really? No fighting at all," he sneered. "I don't believe you."
"He hauled her roughly from the chair and put her on the bed. He slowly began removing her clothing, the same clothes he had removed the other day. But his fingers began to slow down as he reached her underwear. He didn't want to actually hurt her.but. Suddenly he got up. Hermione sat up as well, confused at his actions. She had been expecting a ruthless, coldhearted beating. Now he was stopping? Not that she wasn't relieved, but.
"Hermione, how do you feel towards me?"
"I hate you. I hate you for kidnapping me. I hate you for harassing me. I hate you for tormenting my friends. I hate your coldness, your animosity towards others."
"How would you feel if your father never spoke more than orders to you. All I ever wanted to do was please him. Now I answer to him. The Dark Lord. It is the same, except worse. His every wish must be executed perfectly, or else you. pay the consequences." Draco trailed off. Suddenly Hermione became curious. Warily she pulled his robes off until he stood naked except for his black trousers. Across his chest and back were recent scars and cuts. Bruises covered his arms.and there was the dark mark. Burned into his flesh was the black skull.
Hermione shuddered involuntarily. She suddenly felt cold and she shivered slightly. Seeing this Draco gently draped his heavy robes around her slender form.
"Was it painful? The, the.mark?" she asked tentatively.
"I have never felt worse pain, except for now. For now it is my heart that is marked. In the beginning you just supposed lure Potter to him.but I made a horrible mistake.despite my constant suppression of it.I fell for you. All my life.do not get attached.only love a pureblood like yourself.no, not love for emotion is weakness.but when I was forced to get close to you.its like I just forgot.who you were.who I was," Draco whispered. "What I had been taught.that I hated you. But I couldn't let that ever show. If they knew how much I loved you we would both be punished.harshly."
"Draco."Hermione breathed. He turned slowly and looked at her. She was shocked to see tears in his. Draco Malfoy, heart of stone, was crying.
"You said my name. You refused before."
"Run Draco.Run away from here.let them kill me"
"Kill you? No, no, no, no. You wouldn't be here if it wasn't for me.Even if I don't like them.I don't want to cause Harry and Ron the same feeling I have within. The emptiness of knowing that I can never have you." Knock, Knock
"It is time Draco."
She removed his robes from her bare shoulders and reached for her rumpled school clothes. She was terrified she would never see Ron again.or Harry.Harry.
"That dress on the chair is for you Hermione," Draco said as he saw reach for her blouse.
Hermione picked up the robes. It was a black, gold belted, empress waist over robe with a long crimson sheath underneath. She changed right in front Malfoy, uncaring what he saw by then. He gasped in surprise when she turned.
"You are a beautiful woman."