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Dracos Pov.

I was being pulled through the halls down to Snape's office by Madam Pince, all the way down cursing that Damn mudblood. She should be worshiping me not insulting me, She's lucky that she's even allowed to study magic. But Dumbledore, the fool always has had a soft spot for mudbloods. One day, I swear I'll get her, she won't even know what hit her. Father knows many people in powerful positions that would be glad to kill her off for him. I can't believe she even has the nerve to insult someone like me, if it was up to me; I'd make them all slaves. Lord knows that's all they're good for. Madam Pince knocked loudly on the door still holding on to my ear. Several first year slytherin girls passed and couldn't tear their eyes off me. Now that's the kind of treatment I deserve. Being worshiped for my good looks and intelligence, my cleverness, my wit… I was interrupted when Madam Pince yelled loudly.

"Professor Snape" I could hear some noises from inside the room and then footsteps walking to the door, the door slowly opened, and his head popped out, with a scowl that even one of my worst couldn't match.

"What is it?" he snapped. Oh great we catch him when he's in a bad mood, I'll probably get a week worth of detentions just because we interrupted him.

"Well professor, I caught Mr. Malfoy" she shot me a stern look "Pulling his wand on another student, when he should know perfectly well that he was violating school rules since he is a prefect"

"And?" Snape drawled "what do you want me to do about it?"

Madam Pince looked appalled and she was turning red "You are his head of house, aren't you?"

"Yes"

"Well then it's up to you to give him a proper punishment." Oh wonderful, just what I've always wanted! I gave Snape an innocent look like I didn't know what the hell she was talking about. Me? Pull my wand on another student that's absurd.

Everyone knows what a nice guy I am! Ha, I crack myself up.

"Alright, Leave him here… I'll deal with him." With that Madam Pince glowered at Snape and left. Snape walked back into his office and I followed. He gave me a look I couldn't decipher and sat.

"Who, Mr. Malfoy did you pull your wand on?"

"Granger, but…"

"Don't interrupt me, Mr. Malfoy. Why did you pull your wand, you must have been really angry to throw away your common sense like that, even though I'm sure Ms. Granger annoyed you and you thought she deserved it but please use your brain next time, I have no time to deal with things like this."

"Well she insulted me sir, she has no right to do that, and she shouldn't even be at this school!"

"Yes, well we can't control that now can we? So let's say a week of detentions, maybe this will teach you to stop your little outbursts, I do believe this has happened before. You know perfectly well that she wanted you to get mad, she was provoking you and you gave her exactly what she wanted to see, you let her get to you. If you're going to become a Death Eater, that behavior will not be permitted, I learned that the hard way." He stopped here. His face in deep thought as he remembered I'm sure. Father told me that Snape was losing his trust in the inner circle, Voldemorts been suspecting that he's a spy. I snorted, you could never tell with Snape he was as hard to read as a rock.

"You may leave Mr. Malfoy, come and see me tonight at 8:00 to see about your detention" his voice was yet again expressionless.

As I walked back to the common room I remembered that today is Friday.

"Damnit" my little burst caused several curious looking faces turn my way. Tomorrow was a Hogsmeade day, and since I was on punishment I couldn't go. I should have known something like this was going to happen; you can never have a perfect week, without it being topped off by a load of crap.  I had some time to burn before I had to leave for detention, so I decided to get started on some homework, if I was going to miserable I might as well be miserable alone. I wonder what Snape is going to have me do for detention, maybe he'll be in a better mood. Although he was right about one thing, I had given Granger exactly what she wanted. I'd never thought of it like that before. Damn her, I must really be losing my touch if I can't catch on to these little games she plays. Sometimes I wonder how someone like Longbottom can be so stupid for a pureblood and Granger a Mudblood is at the top of the class. It doesn't make sense. Well my thoughts went on, and before I knew it, it was time to head to detention. I lazily walked to Snapes office not wanting to be there. I walked my slowest, not wanting to get there a second earlier than I had to be. But I reached the door, and the clock above the door read 7:55. Ugh! I was just about to knock when I heard some muffled voices. I pressed my ear against the door to try and listen in. It sounded like Snape was talking to Dumbledore.

"So there are no new plans" It sounded like Dumbledore asked Snape

"No, Albus, although I'm not sure the other death eaters tell me all the information anymore. I think he-who-must-not-be-named, have his assumptions about… well my position and don't want to tell me anything anymore. I think it would be beneficial to get another spy." My eyes widened, and my eyebrows shot up at this piece of information. So he was a spy. My first impulse was to go inform my father immediately, but something stopped me. I don't know what, but I felt like I shouldn't tell. But why the hell not? I slapped my self on the forehead. He was spying on my soon to be master, and I wasn't going to tell. But that was just it; he wasn't my master yet, so why should I tell him? That thought satisfied me enough, although I was still a little confused as why I didn't want to tell. But then I knocked on the door, leaving those thoughts behind for then, instead wondering what I was going to have to do. The door opened and Professor Dumbledore stepped out, looked into my eyes and winked. Leaving me with an eerie feeling as I stepped into the office.

"Well, what's my punishment" I asked.

Hermione's Pov.

I sat on my bed looking out the window of my room. Although I would never admit it I missed Ron and Harry. They were my only friends, and now they're gone. It turns out that Ron is already going out with the other girl. Vicky. It hurts watching him smile at her, and laugh at something she says. I have to turn my eyes away whenever they cuddle or kiss. I looked down at the poem I wrote.

My heart is shattered into pieces

With memories of our long lost love, silent tears fall

Time spent wanting you, needing you

Each gaze piercing my heart

You have me wrapped around your finger

With complete control of my emotion

I miss you, every time I see you I crumple to my knees

You're like oxygen to me, I can't live without you

Do you want me to die?

I laughed at how pathetic I must sound and ripped it up, burning each small piece in a candle by my bed. I looked down at my scarred wrists, and decided to write a new poem. Writing was my release; it helped me to sort things out. This whole cutting thing I got myself into. At first it just made me feel worse, but then it felt like heaven, and it's like I'm addicted to it now.

The silver edge sparkles and shines

Watch as it glides back and forth

Back and forth against my pale skin, making thin red lines

My stress flows out with the blood, and I feel so much better even though this cut was only my fourth

The blood trickles down

Taking with it worries and pain

I'd smile if I knew how, but all I know is a frown

Tears break free as it starts to rain

Tears for a troubled girl

Only trying to rid of my problems, by seeing red

The way my life is turning makes me want to hurl

Depressing thoughts run through my head

See my only happiness glide across my skin

And forgive me of my sin

I took my knife out from my drawer. I examined it closely, upon seeing my reflection, anger burst through me. I dug the knife into my skin and pulled, it stung. I let it bleed for awhile before repairing it leaving a scar that was only visible if you really looked. I put the knife away, and fell asleep leaving the dry blood on my arm.

The next morning I slept in because it was Saturday, I had the bathroom all to myself since everyone else was at Hogsmeade. I didn't want to go; I didn't have anyone to go with anyway. I took a nice long shower, and headed down to the library to do some reading and writing. Today I was more depressed than usual and started to write another poem.

Look into my eyes

Do you see the pain?

Fear of life and its lies

My silent tears come down like rain

No one notices or even cares

If I killed myself tomorrow no one would know

Every new sunrise gives my heart a tear

I'm ready to say goodbye just let go

I only know pain and sorrow

Faint memories of smiles still linger

Only making each frown worse waiting for tomorrow

Why should I wake up or even move a finger?

I don't want to, no one loves me

But maybe I wouldn't kill myself if only someone could see.

Hmph. Fat chance of that. No one will ever love me. At that moment I looked up and saw Malfoy walking my way. Oh wonderful!

End Hermiones Pov

Draco Malfoy was walking towards Hermione. This time I'm not gonna play her little game thought Draco. When he approached her he could see her writing, and she quickly took it out of sight. He laughed.

"AWW, did Pothead and Weasel leave you?" she glared up at him

"I guess your service just wasn't good anymore, you little slut. But I don't blame them who would want to touch a mudblood anyway." There was still no reaction out of Hermione so he tried something else

"I thought for sure you'd be in Hogsmeade, looking for new clients, so why aren't you there?"

"Why aren't you there? Oh wait you're on punishment for being such a Filthy prat, ferret boy"

"At least I'm not a mudblood slut"

"You're just jealous cause you're not getting any, come off it. And besides at least I'm not deatheater."

He opened his mouth to say something but she didn't care and kept going. She was going to tell him exactly how she felt and she didn't care if he killed her afterwards, she'd welcome it.

"You think you're all that just because your father is powerful. But let me tell you something Malfoy. You're father is nothing. He's a coward, and he's Voldemort's bitch, crawling around on the floor kissing that filthy things feet, doing whatever he says. You're father doesn't have power, if he had power, he'd be revolting against Voldemort instead of being his slave, he's probably only a house elf in Voldemorts eyes. And if I know anything about you, you're going to become a death eater sometime soon, and be honored because you're going to be Voldemorts bitch. And after knowing you for 6 years, I Know that you don't like taking orders from anybody, and that could make you a dead man in Voldemorts presense. So do us all a favor and deflate your head a little bit, because the only ones that see you as powerful and as a threat are the stupid slytherin deatheaters. All the rest of us know what you really are, and that's a coward who has to depend on his father's power."  

For once in Draco's life he couldn't think of anything to say. But he didn't have to because Hermione got up and left. She also left the piece of paper she was trying to hide; it fell out of her notebook. He picked it up and read it. Damn that girl has issues, first insulting me, then my father, and she probably doesn't mean any of it, she just wants me to kill her or something. But somehow Draco wondered if she was right about his father. He sat there the whole day wondering. He wondered if she was right? Was he going to be like a house elf to Voldemort? Looking at it like that, he didn't want anything to do with the whole deatheater business. He wondered about the whole power thing? And last he wondered how a simple girl like her could make him question everything he's ever believed. But by the time he was done thinking it was time to head down to detention. During detention, which was cleaning the hospital ward, he grabbed a little knife and stuck it in his pocket. After detention he walked up to the astronomy tower, and sat down with his back against the cold wall. He took the knife out of his pocket, and played with it a little bit. What he didn't know though, was that someone was watching him the whole time. She came out of the shadows.

"You call that a knife Malfoy?" he wondered how after what she said today how she could be standing there without fear. She walked over to him and snatched the knife out of his hands, and threw it out the window. What's she playing at he wondered. She pulled her own knife out of her robes. It was big, no wonder she thought his was a baby. She pulled up the sleeve of her robes, and dragged the knife across her skin. Draco watched the whole thing, eyes wide, questions running through his head. She let it bleed, and showed him her scars.

"You don't want to start, it's addicting, and you wouldn't want to ruin your perfect pureblood skin now would you?" with that she turned and left, blood dripping from her arm. And for the second time that day Draco was at a loss of what to say.

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