3. The Library and the Forbidden Forrest.

The day was in one word horrible! Hermione sighed, but at least she had come up with a way to get back at Malfoy. If she could only remember the proper spell, but she didn't. And that was the reason why she was heading towards the library, to look it up. A simple transfiguration spell should do the trick. It was the perfect way to get back at him. Confronting him with his worst fear, in front of the entire school. No one would expect her to do such an awful thing, it was perfect!

Hermione smiled as she entered the library and saw all the books she loved to read one day. Casting a look at Mrs Prince Hermione walked to the Transfiguration section and started looking for the right book. It didn't take her very long to find the book and take a seat at one of the many tables. Mumbling she read every page, finding a lot of great spells but not the one she was looking for.

"Where is it?" Hermione said when she almost was finished with the book, but on the last page she found it. "That's it!" she said louder meant to and Madam Prince looked at her with a stern face. "Sorry." Hermione mouthed and looked back at the book. There it was! The spell she had been looking for the past two hours! But it was difficult, she didn't expect that. But a difficult spell wasn't going to get her of her track. She was going to learn that spell and make Malfoy regret her ever let her trip. She wasn't that sweet little girl any more, and she will let Malfoy notice that.

Grinning Hermione checked out the gigantic book and headed back towards the Gryffindor Tower... 

He didn't like the look on Granger her face when she finally had gotten op from the floor. Something told him that she was going to get back at him, one way or another.

A smile crossed Draco his face as he stepped out of the castle, under a invisibility cloak. He had a little meeting with his father and some Deatheathers. With a quick pass he walked to the Forbidden Forrest and waited at the edge of it, the cloak now firmly in his grasp. "Draco, come here." he heard the familiar of his father and when he turned around he saw five hooded figures.
"Why did you want me to come, father?" Draco asked coolly and he could see his father eyes become slits. "The Lord wants you to have this." he said keeping his voice down and pointed his wand at his only son.  For a moment Draco couldn't breath, but when his father mumbled a spell that sounded nothing like the unforgivable curses he relaxed a bit. A string of silver shot out of the wand, curling around Draco's neck and forming a necklace with a silver pendant in the form of a Dragon.

"That marks you as the Dark Lords only true heir. It will turn red when he summons you. But since you can't apparate he will see you here in the forrest." And with that words his father and the other Deatheathers left, leaving a stunned Draco behind.

He the heir of the dark throne? Draco thought as the shock passed and a smile appeared on his face. That mublood of a Dark Lord better move soon then, or Draco would prove that he could be killed.
But for this moment he had better things on his mind, Granger. He still needed to break her mind. Yes, he wasn't forgetting about that. He would have her when the time came.