A/N: Hello all six of my adoring fans.  I love you all.  Really, I do.  Special thanks to Purple People Eater, who put me on her favorites list.  I jumped up and down when I read that review.  Anyways, this is the next chapter (ya think).  I hope you like it.

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Ron

Normally, I consider myself a pretty rational guy.  But seeing the woman that I love kissing my life long enemy is a bit to much.

"ARG!"  I grabbed Hermione and threw her to the ground.  Then I pounced on Malfoy.

He looked rather confused as his head hit the floor hard.  I believe "dazed" is the word.

I dug my knees into his chest and started pounding on his face with my fists.  Somehow the sound of his breaking flesh sounded good and helped heal my pain.

All I could hear was the pounding and the sound that his face made as it hit the floor over and over.  Whack, thud.  Whack, thud.

"Oof."  Hermione had grabbed my shoulders and flung me on the floor.  My bottom hit the ground, which caused the "oof" sound I just made.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Me?  I'm not the one 'living large' on Draco."

"Draco?" I exclaimed.  He was still lying on the floor, by the way, and somewhat unconscious.  "I beg to differ.  You were 'living large' on 'Draco.'"  At the sound of his name, Malfoy moaned.

"Ron, calm down."

"I am calm!"  I kicked Malfoy in the ribs just to prove it.

Hermione gave me a glare that made Voldemort look like Ludo Bagman.  "Ron, go into the bathroom and don't come out."

"What?"

"You heard me."  Her eyes flashed and I knew she was serious.  I stormed into the bathroom and slammed the door, locking it behind me.

Then I kicked it.  I kicked it again.  Then, in a mad fit, I started tearing apart everything in sight..  I pulled the wooden rod that held up the towels of the wall.

Grasping it in both hands, I pictured Malfoy's face as the bathtub and let loose.

I beat the tub to a bloody pulp.

I was about to turn on the toilet when I started thinking.  How could she do that to me?  With him?

I could kill him.

I want to kill him.

I will kill him.

I swung the wooden rod at the full length mirror on the wall.  It shattered and I picked up a very large piece of glass, planning on digging it into his neck.

Then I realized the error of my plan.  "Ow!"  The shard had cut into my skin which was now bleeding.  I threw the shard on the ground.

I dropped to my knees in the center of the wrecked bathroom and started to cry, something I had not done in years.

I sat in that bathroom for nearly fifteen minutes before I saw it.  The answer to our prayers was right in front of us.  The one thing that could help us was right under our noses.

When I saw it, I gasped.  "Holy shit."

Behind where the full length mirror used to be, was a door.

Hermione

Thank Merlin I took those nursing classes last semester.  If I hadn't, I wouldn't have known how to stop the blood from oozing out of his nose, or how to cover up those bruises and abrasions on his eyes and cheeks.

The nose was easy to fix.  All I needed to do was wave my wand and utter a incantation.  But the bruises required water to heal them.

I went over to the picnic basket and pulled out a bottle of water.

"Ow," Draco said in a raspy voice.

"Well, that's what happens when you get hit:  It hurts."

"You say that like it was my fault," he said defensively.

"I'm sorry.  I shouldn't have done that.  I --"

"No, I probably would have done the same thing.  Don't worry about it."

There was a moment of silence when I walked to his side.

"How's my nose doing?" he asked, jokingly.

"I fixed you nose.  It was broken, but it won't be crooked."  I knelt beside him and put the bottle of water on his chest so I could work easier.

"Ow!"

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Bottle... on... bruises," he said, straining.

"Oh!"  I snatched the bottle off of him and put it on the ground.  "How'd you get those?"

"From having 150 pounds of Weasley kneeling on me!" he complained.  "Just give me some chocolate for the bruises and I'll be ok."

One of the things about the wizarding world that I find amazing is that chocolate can cure emotional and physical bruises.  Unfortunately, I didn't think to bring chocolate.  "We don't have any chocolate.  You're going to have to take your shirt of so I can fix them."  I think I succeeded in not blushing as I said this.

"No!  I mean... err... that's ok.  Forget about them."  He looked really nervous and kind of frightened.  I figured that he was just embarrassed.

"I've seen shirtless guys before, Draco.  You need to take it off."

"No thanks," he said, turning somewhat pale.  I gave him the same glare that had sent Ron running into the bathroom.  "Ok."  He sat up and, unceremoniously, removed his shirt.  I gasped.

I must have been pretty upset last night not to remember how incredible he looked without his shirt.  His pale skin looked soft and smooth.  I was surprised that his arms and chest were so muscular because he had such a thin frame.  When you took Harry's shirt of, he looked wiry and gangly.  There were two dark bruises near Draco's shoulders where Ron's knees had been.

But none of this is what had made me gasp.

On each of his arms, running from shoulder to wrist, was a long, thick scar.

"Don't worry about that," he told me.

"What... what happened?" I asked, trying to hide my shock by starting to remove those ugly bruises.

"My father has anger management problems.  He did this when the Dark Lord was defeated fourteen years ago.  My mother told me that he needed the blood to make me swear to be just like him."  I gave him a confused look.  "He wasn't thinking very much.  He thought that if I swore, it would happen, even though I was very young back then.   He still thinks it works."  Draco was silent for a while.  His eyes were so expressive, I could practically read his thoughts before he said them.  This is why I wasn't surprised when he asked me, "Did it?"

He looked at me, his stormy, gray eyes full of question.  "Your father is the most evil man alive," I said calmly.  "You are not."

"Sure," he said, not believing.

"Draco," I said with more force.  I caught his hand and leaned forward so I could look directly into his beautiful eyes.  "You are not."

He looked back at me, his chin quivering like a little boy's.  I opened my arms and Draco buried his head in my hair.  I could feel him sobbing, though he was not making any sounds.  I wrapped my arms around him and held him close.

"Hermione," he whispered.  He sat up straighter.  There was no evidence that he had been crying on his face.

His hand moved to my face and before I knew what was happening, I was kissing Draco Malfoy for the third time in the last twenty four hours.

Draco

I moved my other hand so it was deep in her hair.  I loved the feel and texture of it running through my fingers.  Her hands were moving up and down my back, giving me a slight tickling sensation.

Then the bathroom door knob turned.  It sounded as if Weasley had forgotten that he had locked the door and then tried to burst out.

Quickly, Hermione and I broke apart.  I pulled out my wand and put the "cover up" charm on my scars so they were no longer visible.  I had forgotten to do that this morning.

Weasley finally figured out how the door worked and practically fell into the room.  "You'll... never... guess... what I just found," he gasped.  "Behind the mirror, in the bathroom, is a door."

Hermione and I glanced at each other, then sprinted for the bathroom.  Sure enough, where the mirror used to be, was a door.  It didn't have a knob, but if you pushed on it, it would open.

"Well.  What are we waiting for?  Let's go!" Followed shouted enthusiastically.  I looked over at Hermione.  I knew that we would never be able to have a relationship after we left the room.  Outside we would be met with the prejudice that we had once shown each other.

But these thoughts must not have occurred to Hermione, because she was already in through the door.  Weasley and I followed.

On the other side of the door was a passage way.  It was dark and there was a spider here and there, but nothing to uncomfortable.   Unless your Weasley, of course.  There were stair that led down so far that we could not see the bottom, even with all of our wands lit up.

"You first, Weasley."  He looked at me.  Hermione sent us an annoyed glance, and led the way down into the tunnel.

After about ten minuets of walking down the steps, they stopped and a long hallway was our new path.

"Where are we?" Weasley asked after what seemed an eternity of walking in silence.

"Well, since we've been walking in the same direction for about a half an hour and, due to the wet look of the walls, I would say that we are under the lake," Hermione said.  I never realized how sexy it was when she answered questions like that.

"Under the lake?  Is it going to cave in on us?"  Weasley asked, panicked.  Hermione didn't answer.  She had that look in her eyes that told me she didn't know.

After another twenty minuets of walking, we came to a turn in the path.  It was the first time that the passage way did not go straight ahead.  This is where Weasley made a declaration.  "I have to pee."

"What?"  Hermione looked appalled.

"I have to pee.  You both stay here, and I'll go over there," he gestured around the bend.  "I'll be right back."

As soon as he was around the corner, I grabbed Hermione and pushed her up against the wall.  Her hands found their way into my hair once more and mine into hers.  Our lips met in our most passionate kiss yet.

It didn't last long though.  I mean, how long could it take Weasley to pee.  I broke away first.  "I just had to know that I didn't just imagine it," I breathed.  She didn't say anything.  She didn't have to.  She just smiled.

"I'm done!" Ron called from around the corner.  We followed.

About another half an hour past before we saw what we had all been hoping for this entire time.

"It's another door!" Hermione exclaimed.  She wrapped her arms around Weasley, giving him a hug, then turned to me and did the same.  I thin she only hugged Weasley because she wanted an excuse to hug me.

We all rushed for it and I tried the knob.  "It's locked."

Hermione pulled out her wand and said "Alohamora."  The door knob clicked.  It was unlocked.

With one last happy glance at us, she yanked open the door to see... Death Eaters.

A whole room full of Death Eaters.  And among them was my father.

A/N:  That was fun.  This is a cliffhanger, as all the ends of my chapters have been.   I bet you didn't expect the Death Eaters, did you?  Oh, well.  Next chapter will be out be next Friday, but sooner if it snows tomorrow.