A/N: Okay, I know this is a REALLY short chapter, but I'm kind of having a writer's block and I was hoping I could get some reviews and maybe some suggestions on what comes next! Also, I'm sorry it took so long to update but I've been so busy with my website and other stuff, but it's here now! I hope you like this chapter!

Chapter 5: Tattoo?

~Draco~

A song came on that had no words but was just a bunch of hip hop music compiled together, so it was easy to dance to.

At first we were a bit turned off by the idea of dancing together, but after a while we just kind of got into it and I stopped thinking.

I forgot that she was Hermione Granger, the mudblood whom I had loathed since our first year.

All I really knew was that she was a very good looking girl and that she was dancing with me.

I pulled her close and started rocking my hips against hers, deciding that I would ask her about the "tattoo" right now.

"What is with your little so called tattoo?" I asked her, making sure to say it just loud enough so she could hear me over the music.

"Oh, I dunno, what does it look like to you?" She answered in a mocking tone.

"Look Granger, I know what it looks like, I want to know if that's what it really is." I hissed at her as we spun around and swayed with the beat.

"Oh no, how could you ever think that? That's a completely normal tattoo from a completely normal tattoo parlor." She said in a voice that made it hard for me to tell if she was being serious or sarcastic so I replied with an idiotic 'Uhhhh…'

"It's the Dark Mark, Malfoy." My eyes widened and she repeated, "The Dark Mark", as if I hadn't heard her the first time.

"I heard but I don't know if I believe it. Little Miss Know-It-All? With the Dark Mark? That's just … implausible."

"Oh really now? Ever wonder who the 'great new Death Eater' that Voldemort is training personally is?" She snapped at me.

"It can't be you! I mean sure you're really talented and you're a great witch …" I stopped and realized what I just said.

Had I realize just complimented the mudblood? Had I told her that she was good? Had I admitted it?

"Oh, would you say that again after I grab a tape recorder?" She asked in a joking tone.

"Not on your life." I muttered and went back to grinding with her.

~Hermione~

Okay, so he'd figured me out. I had the Dark Mark … so did he!

"So, are you going to go tell Dumbledore and Potter so they can try and get me to change my mind?" I nearly gagged at talking about Albus Dumbledore and Harry Potter.

Dumbledore, yes he was a great wizard, a loony, but great.

And Harry … he was 17 and one of the most famous wizards ever. Something he loved to show off.

"No, actually I'm not. So, why'd you get the Dark Mark?" He asked me in a quiet voice.

"Okay, can we please talk about this when we get back to school? I'm bloody tired and I want to get a drink." I told him and began separating from him but he pulled me back and kept grinding with me.

"You're an excellent dancer." He whispered in my ear.

I pulled away, sick of him groping me, thinking I didn't notice, and marched to the bar.

"Whiskey." I told him in my most grown up voice.

"I.D.?" The bartender asked.

"Pepsi." I muttered and he laughed.

"Mione, I've known you for 2 years now, I know how old you are!" He chuckled as he poured me my soda.

"Yeah, well I could use some alcohol once in a while." I murmured and he snickered again.

"Wait! I'm thinking that if you're a Death Eater you must be a pureblood …" I heard his voice trail off.

"No, I'm afraid you're wrong, as always. I'm still a muggleborn. But, just because I am not of pure blood does not mean that I am worse at magic then you, as a matter of fact, I'd bet I'm 10 times better than you are!" I told him huffily, stomped away, and got lost in the crowd.

~Draco~

I couldn't find her for another hour but when I did she was grabbing her cloak and heading out the door.

I was shocked to notice that she wasn't paying attention to all of the men who were fawning over her.

"You've changed Granger." I put my hand on her wrist to stop her. She spun around furiously.

"Nice of you to notice. Are you sure you passed first year?" She asked in an annoyed voice.

"Oh, you're not such a little mouse anymore are you?" I hissed at her.

"That's right. You're the mouse, I'm the cat." She smirked at me. "Why are you still holding my wrist?" She asked in an odd voice.

"Um… uh… I was uh …" I stammered. Come on Malloy! What's with you?

"Just full of words aren't we Malfoy?" She asked in a smug tone.

I dropped her wrist immediately and began walking along side her.

"I still can't believe that you, of all people, would have the Dark Mark." I repeated.

"Well, you better start believing it." She muttered.

"So … would you tell me why you're in Gryffindor, how you're a mud – I mean muggleborn and you're a Death Eater?" I asked her exactly what I wanted to be answered.

"I'm in Gryffindor because that's where the Sorting Hat placed me. Now that I'm a Death Eater, I should probably ask Dumbledore to re-sort me, but think about all of the information I get from the Gryffindors. Ok, so I'm a muggleborn. What's the big deal. I'm devoted to the Dark Side and am fully behind the Dark Lord." She told me in a confident voice.

"What made you do it?" I asked in a meek voice.

"I suppose I couldn't really figure out the difference between the two sides are. I mean, Dumbledore and the Aurors are fighting for what they feel is right. For everything to be peaceful and good. The Dark Lord and the Death Eaters are fighting for what we think is right. For power and what we want. Dumbledore needs to wake up and learn that there is never going to be real peace in our world. Never." She spat the last part out.

'Wow' was all that I could say. I had never heard anyone put it quite like that but now that I thought about it, it made perfect sense.

We walked back to Hogwarts in silence.

"We're not friends." She said quite simply and went into her room.

"Oookay." I said and walked into mine.

~Hermione~

Stupid Draco Malfoy, I hope he didn't think that we'd be friends after all of this. So I'm somewhat like him. So, that means nothing. I will always, and forever hate him.

But … well what's the reason of hating him? I mean we're both Death Eaters, we both hate Potter, and we're both the same type.

So why should I not like him?

Oh right, he only harassed me for 6 years. No big deal!

Ok, I'm not entirely sure what to do in this situation.