I don't own any of the original characters. Those all belong to J.K. Rowling You could practically see the anger set into his face, but seeing as he was a Malfoy, they never let their emotions show. Hermione closed the door softly and climbed into bed. She pulled the pillow to her face and let out the laughter that had been threatening to wake the entire house if heard. 'Oh that was priceless' she thought lazily as sleep claimed her for the night. The next morning was unusually bright and the blinding light cascading from Hermione's window roused her. She quickly showered and changed into a pair of denim jeans and a pale pink tube top. She slipped on a pair of black and pink Chuck Taylors and pulled a brush through her hair. Tizzy appeared in her room with a slight popping noise. Hermione spun around to stare at the intruder. She had hoped it would be Draco, so she could continue her game. "Tizzy came to get Mistress Hermione for breakfast." "Show me the way Tizzy," she said, not wanting to make the house-elf upset by refusing to be escorted to the meal. Her footsteps echoed throughout the halls as they descended the three flights of steps and turned left into the breakfast area. Draco sat on one side of the four sided table in black pants and a dressy gray shirt. Narcissa was across from a sneering Lucius Malfoy, smiling and talking in the direction of Draco, who seemed to be watching his father. Lucius Malfoy wore the most incredulous look on his face as Hermione sat down across from Draco. "What are you wearing Ms. Frost?" asked Lucius, eyeing her tube top and jeans. "Um...,"she started. "Well, you see-um...clothes,"she finished looking down at her rapidly cooling meal. She knew he would put up an argument about her clothes, causing the members of the family, Draco in particular, to look at the attire. On the inside she smiled but on the outside she looked calm and inquisitive. "Those are not appropriate for the breakfast table,"he ground out through clenched teeth. He was having a hard time speaking clearly. "Didn't your parents ever teach you not to wear unsuitable things in the presence of others?" "If you do remember correctly, then you must remember that my parents are dead!" Draco cleared his throat loudly and kicked Hermione under the table. She looked up in surprise and he held her gaze. 'His eyes are really nice' she thought to herself as she saw him prepare to speak. "Hermione, dear, please go change your attire now." he commanded. She laughed out loud, in his face, in the presence of Lucius Malfoy. Her actions would have dire consequences and she knew this. She could see the indignation in his eyes as she got up from the table and walked quickly to her room. 'So he wanted her to change did he?' she chuckled as she retrieved baggy black pants and a long sleeved white shirt that she covered by a short pink shirt. She still wore her Chucks, but she added pink gloves, a black scarf and a pair of fuzzy black ear muffs. 'Oh, she changed clothes alright.' She walked back down the stairs and into the dinning area. Draco nearly had an Aneurism and Lucius looked very constipated. She sat down and resumed her breakfast. When the meal was finished, Draco waited for her at the beginning of the stairs. As soon as she came into sight, he grabbed her hand and hauled her up the stairs and into her room. He threw her as if she was nothing onto the bed and stood at his full six feet and two inch height. A wave of fear crossed her body as he slammed his fist against the bed post. The reverberation shook for a while until it died out. Hermione scrambled across the bed to the other side of the room. He walked up to her and grabbed her arms, holding her as she struggled against him. "Please Draco let me go... your hurting me." she told him though she could hardly feel pain as her arms were numb from the pressure he was applying to her. 'Maybe I went a little too far' she thought. She pleaded with him again though it seemed as if he could not hear her. His eyes were glazed over and when he spoke the voice didn't seem to belong to him. "How dare you mock me!" he bellowed as he pushed her to her knees. "You will now learn a lesson to that mockery you were so committed to." He pulled her up and pushed her towards the window, the window that Tizzy had opened that morning. She barely missed flying out of the window as she hit the windowpane instead. Her eyes glazed with tears at the searing pain in her back.. "Please Draco... please stop!" the tears spilled over her eyes as he threw her into the desk. She rolled off of it and crawled along the floor to the door. Her wand lay there. It had fallen when she had been carelessly mishandled. Hermione reached her wand and turned to Draco. "Impedimentia!" she cried at his advancing form. He flew backwards and fell to the ground heavily. Hermione got up painfully and limped towards his still form. He was still breathing and she poked at his side with her shoe. He slowly opened his eyes revealing the dazed and confused grey orbs. "What are you doing here Frost," he asked quietly. "YOU tried to KILL me Malfoy!"she all but screamed at him. He looked at her as if she were crazy before closing his eyes again. "I can't have done that because the last thing I remember is having breakfast and telling you to change your clothes." "So then what happened when I left to change?" her voice held to need to know what happened. Why had he tried to kill her? "What do you mean?" Draco asked. "You left to go change, Lucius grumbled and pointed his wand at me and then your standing over me." "So Lucius put a spell on you, to make you kill me?" she wondered aloud at all the clues.