Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter I would not have to read pointless and stupid reviews.

I have now got rid of "" for thoughts I will just tell you when someone is thinking - it was getting too complicated even for me!

£ $ ! & % £ $ ! & % £ $ ! & % £ $ ! & % £ $ ! & % £ $ ! & %

It was the most wonderful thing that Hermione had ever experienced in her life. Tim's lips moved slowly down her neck.

He pushed her onto the floor of the boat and began to get more passionate.

Tim pulled away from her and looked deep into her eyes.

'Hermione, do you love me?' He asked.

Hermione didn't know what to say or do. It seemed so tempting to say yes and she didn't wan to hurt his feelings.

'Tim, don't spoil tonight' she replied.

Tim stared at her for awhile; it seemed that he didn't know what to do.

'Thank you for tonight' said Hermione 'but I think I had better go now'.

Tim moved quickly off her body. 'Fine' he said 'If you wish to'.

The boat glided across the water and eventually came to a rest against the bank. Tim helped Hermione to climb out and they started to walk across the forest which was now lit up with starlight.

'Did master and mistress have a good night' asked a house elf running up to them wringing its hands.

Tim snarled at it 'Get away from me you disgusting creature' and flung it away from him with an almighty blow to the house elf's stomach.

Hermione gasped and Tim regained his composure.

'Oh, I'm sorry did I hurt you' he asked the elf, his eyes full of sympathy.

The house elf looked terrified and scuttled away. Hermione looked anxiously and Tim. He seemed angry about something and she really hoped it wasn't to do with the fact that she didn't love him.

''I'd like to walk you to the Griffindor tower' said Tim 'However Filch has already caught me out of bed once this week already and I must hurry to the slytherine common room. You will be ok, won't you' he added as though concerned.

'Yes' said Hermione. 'I've had to deal with worse things than Filch before.' She was still upset over the way that Tim had treated the house elf.

Tim smiled at her and bent his head down to kiss her on the lips. Hermione remembered why she had liked him and forgave him at once. He was perfect.

£ $ ! & % £ $ ! & % £ $ ! & % £ $ ! & % £ $ ! & % £ $ ! & %

Hermione placed the yellow rose that Tim had given to her in a blue vase at the side of her bed. She stared at it for awhile and remembered the moment that Tim had given it to her. It was a lovely flower almost as lovely as the boy who had given it to her. She was quite sure why but part of her didn't trust Tim. No she thought he is flawless and perfect and perfectly well read! Hermione let out a loud yawn, and decided that it was defiantly time for bed!

Hermione climbed into her four poster bed with red and gold sheets - the colours of Griffindor. She suddenly felt exhausted and worn out, all the time she had been with Tim she had felt full of energy and bright.

She pulled the covers over her head; she did not want the other girls to see the smile that now was plastered on her face.

She replayed the night over and over in her head. Tim had been such a gentleman she thought. Except for that time when he hit the house elf, a voice nagged at the back of her mind.

Hermione began to drift slowly off to sleep around three in the morning; her mind was full of the things that had just happened to her. It was unbelievable, Hermione had never felt like this before and she just couldn't turn her mind off to go to sleep.

£ $ ! & % £ $ ! & % £ $ ! & % £ $ ! & % £ $ ! & % £ $ ! & %

In a room in a far away county, two figures dressed in robes were talking by a roaring fire. One sat in a golden chair the other kneeled on the floor gazing into the others eyes.

'Master?'

'Yes, Malfoy?'

'Did it go to plan?' Malfoy asked.

The voice smiled, 'almost. This 'new' approach is certainly working, although it's taking much longer than I would like. In order for my power to be restored I NEED the final piece. In order to be better than that inflated idiot, Harry Potter, I need her, in need her love.'

'I know Master' replied Malfoy 'it will take time, but what is time when you will rule and everyone will fear every new dawning of every new day. The prophecy said that you must have certain things my Lord, and with them you will hold more power than anyone can imagine.'

'Yes' said the voice in an almost angry voice. 'If I wasn't for the prophecy I would have already gained power. However the Dark Lord is willing to wait…and reward his faithful servants handsomely.'

Malfoy's eyes seemed to widen with greed.

'Oh, yes Malfoy, very handsomely indeed' said the voice obviously amused by his servant greed. 'We both know that you won't be here if it wasn't for that. However I am will to forgive, so long as you continue to help me. Your son will have his pick of women, and you shall have riches beyond your wildest dreams.'

Malfoy seemed to be having trouble controlling himself.

'If it wasn't for that dammed girl!'

Malfoy looked nervously at his master. 'Sir, I can make all the potions in the world, but she has to love you with her heart. But of course the potions will help' he hastened to add sensing his masters anger.

'Good. Very good Malfoy, your help is finally accounting for something, maybe you are not as useless as I first thought. Your skills in potion making are quite, how can I say this, astonishing.'

Malfoy beamed, it was rare to receive praise from his master, rare indeed.

'Thank you my Lord.'

'Yes, well' said the voice sweeping out his hand, 'I still need help. Are you ready to make this complex potion?'

'Yes, indeed my Lord. It will be hard, but I will try' replied Malfoy.

'You will do better than try!' Bellowed the voice full of menace.

Malfoy began to quiver.

'Of, of course Master' he stuttered losing all the pride that he had gained when his Lord had said he was a good potion maker. 'It shall be ready within 2 days, it will be the best potion of its kind, ever' Malfoy added as an afterthought.

'Good' said the voice. 'Now I must leave I have things to attend to, make sure you finish that potion with the best of your abilities.'

And with a swish of his black robes he was gone, leaving Malfoy still kneeling on the floor in front of the chair where his master was seating a moment ago.

£ $ ! & % £ $ ! & % £ $ ! & % £ $ ! & % £ $ ! & % £ $ ! & %

To Amy Lee: I do not value your opinion. If you do not like my story please refrain from reading it.

Thank you to my reviewers, I love most of you - hehehe.

Thank you to all my reviewer for their support, you are the reason I am posting this story, I hope you have enjoyed it so far.