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Chapter 2
"It doesn't matter Hermione,"
Harry and Ron were trying to convince a rather hyperventilating Hermione that detention wasn't so bad.
Hermione paced around the Gryffindor Common Room, "But it is with Malfoy, and for a whole week." She sighed and fell back into a chair next to Harry and Ron.
"Hermione, it will be ok," Harry smiled, "I am sure you guys will be supervised, Malfoy doesn't have the guts to do anything when a teacher is around."
Hermione glanced over at him, "He was the one that tripped me, in front of a teacher." She said this as if asking how he could have already forgotten.
Harry shrugged his shoulders, "Well, he can't do anything to bad."
"What time is your detention?" Ron asked.
Hermione thought, "Right after dinner." She sighed again.
"If he gives you any trouble, just tell us, Harry and I will make sure he doesn't do it again." Ron smiled at her.
Hermione smiled back not mentioning that Malfoy had been hassling them since year one, and neither of them had done anything to make him stop.
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Detention, Malfoy thought as he lay on his back on his four poster in the dormitory. It wasn't like he wasn't used to getting a detention now and then, but this time it was with that dirty, mudblood, know-it all- the list could go on and on.
Just then, Blaise walked in, "Draco man, you're going to miss dinner." He said tucking some of his long brown hair behind his ear.
Draco nodded and sat up as Blaise left. His thoughts returned to him, a week of detention with her none the less! He stood up and grabbed his cloak from the stand next to him. As he put it on, his bare forearm flashed up to him, reminding him of his new future.
The skull glared up at him, and he could hear the snake hiss. Even though it was just a healing scab of the tattoo, and the real thing wouldn't show up until he was needed, the mark was still there, ever more haunting. He sneered at it, wanting to get rid of it, but knowing it was there forever. He stormed out of the room having yet another thing to get on his nerves.
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"Hermione?" Ron's voice echoed through the hall, Hermione stared at the door as if this was her last moment to live. "Hermione?"
Hermione looked over at Harry and Ron, "Yes?" she asked coming out of her trance.
"You going?" Harry asked gesturing to the door of which her detention would be served in.
Hermione took a breath, "Of coarse," she said bravely, "how hard will this be?" She walked away from her friends down the long hall that seemed never to end. She breathed a sigh of relief as her friends disappeared from her sight. She turned around to make sure they were gone when she ran into something hard and fell back.
"Walk much?" Malfoy asked as he also was on the floor from the impact.
"All the time, you?" Hermione mocked.
Malfoy scowled at her and stood up, "Let's get one thing straight mudblood, you are not to talk to me at all during this week, do you understand, or do I have to make it more clearly for you?" His eyes flashed the icy glare Hermione was so familiar with.
Hermione folded her arms across her chest, "Fine, but you can't make any rude comments to me, or make fun of me or my friends is that clear?" She returned the icy glare as best she could, but could never master it like Malfoy did.
Malfoy shook his head and opened the door just enough so he could get through, and pulled it shut right after him.
Hermione let out a frustrated breath, why did he have to be so childish? She pulled open the door and marched inside.
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"And do not damage any of my things, or else I will turn you both into Filch and inform him that he can do what he wishes with you, against the rules or not." Snape glared down at the two "prisoners" as he gave them their instructions.
Hermione couldn't help but wonder if she was being punished, detention with Malfoy, as well as Snape, this was too much. She nodded her head as Snape finished the directions.
Malfoy sat on one of the desks; a bored facial expression was drawn across his face.
"Now, if you will excuse me, I have business to attend to." Snape swept away from the two towards the door.
Hermione shook herself out of though, "Excuse me professor, but are you saying that you are leaving?" her voice went unintentionally high as she said these words.
Snape turned to her, "Do you have a problem with that Miss Granger?" he asked. Hermione hesitated, but shook her head, "Good, I will be back when your time is over, get to work." He exited out of the room as quickly as he could.
Draco began to chuckle slightly. Hermione turned to him nervously, "Isn't this just wonderful." He asked sarcastically.
"Let's just get to work." Hermione growled.
"Were you just talking to me?"
"Malfoy, don't play stupid with me." Hermione said glaring over at Draco.
"I didn't think a mudblood as smart as you could be so thick, have you forgotten our agreement?" Draco grabbed a rag from a bucket of soapy water sitting on the ground and let the water drip down his arm.
Hermione stuck her nose into the air and turned away wiping off one table with her rag, "that was a rude comment you know." She said quietly.
The night wore on and Hermione found herself doing most of the work, but she didn't mind so much as thought she would, all this work got Malfoy out of her mind.
As she was thinking to herself, she saw Draco out of the corner of her eye, he was reaching up and shinning a lamp on a high counter, but Draco cleaning the lamp was not what had caught her attention, Malfoy's sleeve dropped down a little from his arm, and there on his forearm was a scar in the shape of a snake and a skull. Hermione knew at once what it was, and she accidentally let it slip, "The Dark Mark," she whispered.
Draco knocked over the lamp her was cleaning and dropped it onto the floor and it burst into a million pieces. He looked down and then back up at Hermione, "What did you say?" he asked.
Hermione tried to speak, but the words wouldn't come, she opened her mouth and then closed it. She always knew that Malfoy would be a Death Eater, everyone knew it, but actually seeing him as one, it was something that she didn't think she would ever know.
"What did you say?" Draco glared her and his voice began to rise.
"Nothing," Hermione whispered, she took a step backward.
Draco jumped down off the desk he had been standing on and marched up to Hermione until he had backed her up into the wall. He looked at her for a moment. His eyes were flashing with so many emotions.
"What did you say?" he asked again, his voice got low and dangerous.
"I said," Hermione paused, "don't forget those black spots; the ones that were on the lamp."
"Don't lie to me mudblood." Draco looked into her eyes. Hermione felt very odd and nervous.
"I just thought I saw something on your arm." She whispered.
Draco smirked and laughed his cold cruel laugh, "That's what I thought you said." He paused, "I suggest that you mind you own business Granger, if you know what's good for you." He took out his wand and pointed it at the broken glass lamp on the floor and said a charm to make it disappear. He then turned from Hermione and walked back to his rag and began to clean again.
Hermione let out the breath that she had been holding in, she certainly didn't want to be back in that situation again. She clutched the rag in her hands, when did Malfoy become a Death Eater? And why hadn't he tried to kill her? He could have easily made it look like an accident if he wanted to.
"Stupid mudblood," Draco thought as he scrubbed furiously at the table top, "Who does she think she is?"
"What if she tells?" Draco looked surprised at himself for thought that, "She wont," he answered his head, "she is too afraid of what I could do to her, after all, I did kill someone, and it is a matter of time before Father has me do it again, maybe it will be her." He tried to smile to himself, but the thought of even killing another muggle, or even Granger didn't please him.
Then, professor Snape walked into the room and looked around, "Congratulations you two, I didn't think you would last, be here tomorrow, maybe you two will grade my essays." He shooed the two out of his office.
Hermione was shaking slightly as she walked out of the classroom and down the hall with Draco. They didn't make any sounds. Then Draco turned left and disappeared out of sight down another corridor. Hermione didn't relax until she reached the common room, she was half expecting Draco to turn up out from a corner and curse her.
~~
"How was it?" Harry asked as Hermione joined him and Ron for breakfast the next morning, the two had fallen asleep before she had gotten back last night.
"Oh, it wasn't too bad; we really didn't talk, just worked." Hermione replied pouring herself a glass of pumpkin juice.
"Didn't talk much?" Ron asked.
Hermione shrugged, "We insulted each other, the usual." She didn't want to mention the Dark Mark, even though Malfoy was a jerk, she wouldn't tell his secrets to the world, but he did deserve it.
~~
Draco walked passed the Gryffindor table that morning; Crabbe and Goyle were on either side of him, anxious to eat. But Draco paused noticing the "Wonder Trio" they were enjoying a nice little conversation. "Well, well, isn't this a surprise," he said to the trio. They turned around and glared at him.
"What do you want Malfoy?" Ron sneered.
"Easy Weasel, I was talking to your mudblood girlfriend;" he couldn't help himself, "I bet you like her for her money, she certainly has no looks."
"Is there a purpose you're here?" Harry asked balling his fists.
Hermione glared up at Draco, she could say it if she wanted, but it probably wouldn't be an insult to him. Draco had been looking forward to getting the Dark Mark since he was born. Then why did he act so offended when she saw? Maybe you don't want to hurt him again, that is why you aren't telling, you care.
"Do I need a reason anymore to visit you worthless Gryffindor's?" Malfoy asked trying to look hurt.
"Is there a problem?" Professor McGonagall walked over to the table ready for taking away points.
"No problem Professor just stopped by to say hello." Malfoy smirked at the trio before turning away. McGonagall got in his way though.
"Professor Dumbledore would like to see you Mr. Malfoy." She said and led Draco up to the teacher's table.
Professor Dumbledore sat at the head; he looked cheerful, like he always did. His eyes twinkled as he saw Draco. Draco wasn't sure if he liked this look, it was like he knew everything. "You wanted to see me professor?" he asked as nicely as he could act as he stood in front of the old man.
"Yes, Draco your father would like you to return home tomorrow morning, he says it is family business, and he assured me you would be back by that night. I thought you would like to know." He smiled at Draco making him feel sick.
"Thank you sir," He said and walked away. He didn't feel like eating much anymore so he left the Great Hall and decided to roam the halls.
~~
"Family business, yeah right, probably more training from Voldemort," Draco shoved his hands into his pocket and sighed as he walked through the hall. Everyone was eating breakfast now, the corridors were completely silent. He didn't want to have to kill anyone else; he figured he was now considered a murderer, if the ministry found him he wondered if they would put him in Azkaban even under the circumstances.
"I am going back to the common room." Hermione said and picked up her books from the table. She felt a little sick and figured she couldn't eat anymore, she couldn't understand the sudden sickening feeling but maybe it was from not being able to say what she wanted to about Malfoy, maybe she really did care. She walked out of the Great Hall, she didn't hear what Ron had yelled to her, but she didn't care.
"Do I really care what Malfoy thinks? And why do I care all of the sudden, he never was nice to me, or Harry and Ron" She trudged through the empty halls and stopped suddenly as she broke out of her thoughts. She heard someone coming down the hall. Not wanting to answer any questions from a teacher or Prefect, she slid into an empty classroom and peered out from a tiny crack in the door.
She sighed relieved when she saw Malfoy walk down the hall, or more like storm, something must have been bothering him, she had never seen him so angry before. Then she noticed that he was muttering to himself, Malfoy talking to him self not a good sign. She listened closer.
"Yeah right, probably more training from Voldemort," Draco whispered shoving his hands into his pockets. "Going home tomorrow to see Voldemort." He whispered angrily.
Hermione placed a hand over her mouth, what did he mean more training from Voldemort, and he was going home tomorrow?
As Draco turned the corner curiosity over took Hermione and she decided to follow, but when she left her hiding place, Ron and Harry walked out of the Great Hall and proceeded to her.
Hermione sighed; she caught a last glimpse of Draco as he disappeared behind another corner.
"Hey Hermione, are you ok?" Harry asked as he and Ron walked over to her.
"Yeah, I'm fine, I was on my way to the common room, when I," she paused, maybe she had said too much.
"When you what?" Ron asked.
"When I ran into Malfoy," Hermione whispered her eyes glued on the last spot Draco had been in.
"Man, I swear I can't take any more from him, next time he comes near me, I think I might snap." Ron growled clenching his fists.
"It's alright Ron, Malfoy didn't do anything, he didn't see me." Hermione said more to herself.
"Well, that's good." Harry said, "Want to go back up to the common room?" he asked
Hermione and Ron agreed, and the three of them made their way back up to Gryffindor Tower to spend the day together.
~~
"About time you're here," Draco said lazily that night when Hermione entered detention.
"I hope you have a very good explanation for being late Miss Granger." Snape said folding his arms his voice sounded on the edge of patience.
"Of coarse she does Professor, she always does." Draco smirked at her.
"I umm, got a little distracted from the time, it won't happen again." Hermione said glaring at Draco and then turning her gaze onto Snape.
"I am sure it won't, you two know what to do, I will be back in two hours." Snape said as he brushed past Hermione and out the door.
"I can't believe he didn't take any points off from you." Draco said rolling his eyes.
Hermione ignored him; she didn't want to accidentally say something wrong.
"What's the matter Granger, cat got your tongue?"
"Stay calm," Hermione told herself as she began to clean a cauldron.
"You know, it isn't fun if you don't talk back." Draco sounded hurt, but Hermione knew it was one of his tricks, Draco sighed, "Fine, if you wont talk, I will just have to-"
Hermione cut him off before he could finish, "What are you going to do, tell your dad?" Oh, she said it, she could kick herself. Why did she say it?
She looked over at Draco and saw his eyes flash for a moment, full of emotion; she had never seen it before. Then he smiled at her, "Yeah, I will tell my dear old dad, who knows, I could get him to convince Dumbledore to expel you, and then only one of my problems will be solved at this school."
"Draco, I think you have more important things to worry about." Hermione said, she couldn't keep quiet any longer, she wanted to tell him she knew, but couldn't.
"What did you call me?" Draco asked incredulously as he stared at her, he seemed oblivious to the comment she had made.
"I didn't,"
"Who said a mudblood like you deserves to say my name?" Draco shouted.
Hermione could feel her temper rising, one of them would not survive this night.
"Listen Malfoy, you obviously don't want to talk nicely, so don't talk to me at all." Hermione shouted back, she threw the old cleaning rag at him; it was stupid, she knew, but she couldn't use real magic, and a fist fight would get her killed.
Draco laughed as the tiny rag hit his chest, "Right then, I'll keep quiet; just don't throw anymore rags at me, please." He continued to quietly laugh to himself as they worked in silence.
Snape came back two hours later; the time had flown for Hermione, who had realized that she did enjoy Draco's company when he was quiet. He excused the two of them and they left down the hall together.
The two of them walked quietly down the dark hall until Hermione broke the silence, "Be careful Draco," she whispered and ran down the hall. She didn't know if she meant what she said, or if she just wanted to spite him.
"What did she mean by that?" Draco asked himself as he watched Hermione run down the hall. He scowled at himself; she didn't know about the training, did she?
"Of coarse she does, she probably did research on how Death Eaters are trained, bossy know-it all mudblood, why can't she leave me alone?" Draco thought as he walked by himself to the Slytherin common room.
"Oh please, you know you like it when she is around you, that feeling you get only from her." Draco stopped in his tracks, had he just thought that? No, he couldn't think of things like that, he couldn't like her kind.
"Or maybe you can, it would certainly make your father angry." Draco couldn't believe he was thinking these things he shook his head, "I could never love her." He told himself over and over to make it clear to his stubborn mind.
"I never said love,"
A/N- Ok, that is all for now, in the next chapter, Draco will go through some D.E training, and a certain bossy know-it all will find out everything. Hehehe. PLEASE REVIEW!! LPI3
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Chapter 2
"It doesn't matter Hermione,"
Harry and Ron were trying to convince a rather hyperventilating Hermione that detention wasn't so bad.
Hermione paced around the Gryffindor Common Room, "But it is with Malfoy, and for a whole week." She sighed and fell back into a chair next to Harry and Ron.
"Hermione, it will be ok," Harry smiled, "I am sure you guys will be supervised, Malfoy doesn't have the guts to do anything when a teacher is around."
Hermione glanced over at him, "He was the one that tripped me, in front of a teacher." She said this as if asking how he could have already forgotten.
Harry shrugged his shoulders, "Well, he can't do anything to bad."
"What time is your detention?" Ron asked.
Hermione thought, "Right after dinner." She sighed again.
"If he gives you any trouble, just tell us, Harry and I will make sure he doesn't do it again." Ron smiled at her.
Hermione smiled back not mentioning that Malfoy had been hassling them since year one, and neither of them had done anything to make him stop.
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Detention, Malfoy thought as he lay on his back on his four poster in the dormitory. It wasn't like he wasn't used to getting a detention now and then, but this time it was with that dirty, mudblood, know-it all- the list could go on and on.
Just then, Blaise walked in, "Draco man, you're going to miss dinner." He said tucking some of his long brown hair behind his ear.
Draco nodded and sat up as Blaise left. His thoughts returned to him, a week of detention with her none the less! He stood up and grabbed his cloak from the stand next to him. As he put it on, his bare forearm flashed up to him, reminding him of his new future.
The skull glared up at him, and he could hear the snake hiss. Even though it was just a healing scab of the tattoo, and the real thing wouldn't show up until he was needed, the mark was still there, ever more haunting. He sneered at it, wanting to get rid of it, but knowing it was there forever. He stormed out of the room having yet another thing to get on his nerves.
~~
"Hermione?" Ron's voice echoed through the hall, Hermione stared at the door as if this was her last moment to live. "Hermione?"
Hermione looked over at Harry and Ron, "Yes?" she asked coming out of her trance.
"You going?" Harry asked gesturing to the door of which her detention would be served in.
Hermione took a breath, "Of coarse," she said bravely, "how hard will this be?" She walked away from her friends down the long hall that seemed never to end. She breathed a sigh of relief as her friends disappeared from her sight. She turned around to make sure they were gone when she ran into something hard and fell back.
"Walk much?" Malfoy asked as he also was on the floor from the impact.
"All the time, you?" Hermione mocked.
Malfoy scowled at her and stood up, "Let's get one thing straight mudblood, you are not to talk to me at all during this week, do you understand, or do I have to make it more clearly for you?" His eyes flashed the icy glare Hermione was so familiar with.
Hermione folded her arms across her chest, "Fine, but you can't make any rude comments to me, or make fun of me or my friends is that clear?" She returned the icy glare as best she could, but could never master it like Malfoy did.
Malfoy shook his head and opened the door just enough so he could get through, and pulled it shut right after him.
Hermione let out a frustrated breath, why did he have to be so childish? She pulled open the door and marched inside.
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"And do not damage any of my things, or else I will turn you both into Filch and inform him that he can do what he wishes with you, against the rules or not." Snape glared down at the two "prisoners" as he gave them their instructions.
Hermione couldn't help but wonder if she was being punished, detention with Malfoy, as well as Snape, this was too much. She nodded her head as Snape finished the directions.
Malfoy sat on one of the desks; a bored facial expression was drawn across his face.
"Now, if you will excuse me, I have business to attend to." Snape swept away from the two towards the door.
Hermione shook herself out of though, "Excuse me professor, but are you saying that you are leaving?" her voice went unintentionally high as she said these words.
Snape turned to her, "Do you have a problem with that Miss Granger?" he asked. Hermione hesitated, but shook her head, "Good, I will be back when your time is over, get to work." He exited out of the room as quickly as he could.
Draco began to chuckle slightly. Hermione turned to him nervously, "Isn't this just wonderful." He asked sarcastically.
"Let's just get to work." Hermione growled.
"Were you just talking to me?"
"Malfoy, don't play stupid with me." Hermione said glaring over at Draco.
"I didn't think a mudblood as smart as you could be so thick, have you forgotten our agreement?" Draco grabbed a rag from a bucket of soapy water sitting on the ground and let the water drip down his arm.
Hermione stuck her nose into the air and turned away wiping off one table with her rag, "that was a rude comment you know." She said quietly.
The night wore on and Hermione found herself doing most of the work, but she didn't mind so much as thought she would, all this work got Malfoy out of her mind.
As she was thinking to herself, she saw Draco out of the corner of her eye, he was reaching up and shinning a lamp on a high counter, but Draco cleaning the lamp was not what had caught her attention, Malfoy's sleeve dropped down a little from his arm, and there on his forearm was a scar in the shape of a snake and a skull. Hermione knew at once what it was, and she accidentally let it slip, "The Dark Mark," she whispered.
Draco knocked over the lamp her was cleaning and dropped it onto the floor and it burst into a million pieces. He looked down and then back up at Hermione, "What did you say?" he asked.
Hermione tried to speak, but the words wouldn't come, she opened her mouth and then closed it. She always knew that Malfoy would be a Death Eater, everyone knew it, but actually seeing him as one, it was something that she didn't think she would ever know.
"What did you say?" Draco glared her and his voice began to rise.
"Nothing," Hermione whispered, she took a step backward.
Draco jumped down off the desk he had been standing on and marched up to Hermione until he had backed her up into the wall. He looked at her for a moment. His eyes were flashing with so many emotions.
"What did you say?" he asked again, his voice got low and dangerous.
"I said," Hermione paused, "don't forget those black spots; the ones that were on the lamp."
"Don't lie to me mudblood." Draco looked into her eyes. Hermione felt very odd and nervous.
"I just thought I saw something on your arm." She whispered.
Draco smirked and laughed his cold cruel laugh, "That's what I thought you said." He paused, "I suggest that you mind you own business Granger, if you know what's good for you." He took out his wand and pointed it at the broken glass lamp on the floor and said a charm to make it disappear. He then turned from Hermione and walked back to his rag and began to clean again.
Hermione let out the breath that she had been holding in, she certainly didn't want to be back in that situation again. She clutched the rag in her hands, when did Malfoy become a Death Eater? And why hadn't he tried to kill her? He could have easily made it look like an accident if he wanted to.
"Stupid mudblood," Draco thought as he scrubbed furiously at the table top, "Who does she think she is?"
"What if she tells?" Draco looked surprised at himself for thought that, "She wont," he answered his head, "she is too afraid of what I could do to her, after all, I did kill someone, and it is a matter of time before Father has me do it again, maybe it will be her." He tried to smile to himself, but the thought of even killing another muggle, or even Granger didn't please him.
Then, professor Snape walked into the room and looked around, "Congratulations you two, I didn't think you would last, be here tomorrow, maybe you two will grade my essays." He shooed the two out of his office.
Hermione was shaking slightly as she walked out of the classroom and down the hall with Draco. They didn't make any sounds. Then Draco turned left and disappeared out of sight down another corridor. Hermione didn't relax until she reached the common room, she was half expecting Draco to turn up out from a corner and curse her.
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"How was it?" Harry asked as Hermione joined him and Ron for breakfast the next morning, the two had fallen asleep before she had gotten back last night.
"Oh, it wasn't too bad; we really didn't talk, just worked." Hermione replied pouring herself a glass of pumpkin juice.
"Didn't talk much?" Ron asked.
Hermione shrugged, "We insulted each other, the usual." She didn't want to mention the Dark Mark, even though Malfoy was a jerk, she wouldn't tell his secrets to the world, but he did deserve it.
~~
Draco walked passed the Gryffindor table that morning; Crabbe and Goyle were on either side of him, anxious to eat. But Draco paused noticing the "Wonder Trio" they were enjoying a nice little conversation. "Well, well, isn't this a surprise," he said to the trio. They turned around and glared at him.
"What do you want Malfoy?" Ron sneered.
"Easy Weasel, I was talking to your mudblood girlfriend;" he couldn't help himself, "I bet you like her for her money, she certainly has no looks."
"Is there a purpose you're here?" Harry asked balling his fists.
Hermione glared up at Draco, she could say it if she wanted, but it probably wouldn't be an insult to him. Draco had been looking forward to getting the Dark Mark since he was born. Then why did he act so offended when she saw? Maybe you don't want to hurt him again, that is why you aren't telling, you care.
"Do I need a reason anymore to visit you worthless Gryffindor's?" Malfoy asked trying to look hurt.
"Is there a problem?" Professor McGonagall walked over to the table ready for taking away points.
"No problem Professor just stopped by to say hello." Malfoy smirked at the trio before turning away. McGonagall got in his way though.
"Professor Dumbledore would like to see you Mr. Malfoy." She said and led Draco up to the teacher's table.
Professor Dumbledore sat at the head; he looked cheerful, like he always did. His eyes twinkled as he saw Draco. Draco wasn't sure if he liked this look, it was like he knew everything. "You wanted to see me professor?" he asked as nicely as he could act as he stood in front of the old man.
"Yes, Draco your father would like you to return home tomorrow morning, he says it is family business, and he assured me you would be back by that night. I thought you would like to know." He smiled at Draco making him feel sick.
"Thank you sir," He said and walked away. He didn't feel like eating much anymore so he left the Great Hall and decided to roam the halls.
~~
"Family business, yeah right, probably more training from Voldemort," Draco shoved his hands into his pocket and sighed as he walked through the hall. Everyone was eating breakfast now, the corridors were completely silent. He didn't want to have to kill anyone else; he figured he was now considered a murderer, if the ministry found him he wondered if they would put him in Azkaban even under the circumstances.
"I am going back to the common room." Hermione said and picked up her books from the table. She felt a little sick and figured she couldn't eat anymore, she couldn't understand the sudden sickening feeling but maybe it was from not being able to say what she wanted to about Malfoy, maybe she really did care. She walked out of the Great Hall, she didn't hear what Ron had yelled to her, but she didn't care.
"Do I really care what Malfoy thinks? And why do I care all of the sudden, he never was nice to me, or Harry and Ron" She trudged through the empty halls and stopped suddenly as she broke out of her thoughts. She heard someone coming down the hall. Not wanting to answer any questions from a teacher or Prefect, she slid into an empty classroom and peered out from a tiny crack in the door.
She sighed relieved when she saw Malfoy walk down the hall, or more like storm, something must have been bothering him, she had never seen him so angry before. Then she noticed that he was muttering to himself, Malfoy talking to him self not a good sign. She listened closer.
"Yeah right, probably more training from Voldemort," Draco whispered shoving his hands into his pockets. "Going home tomorrow to see Voldemort." He whispered angrily.
Hermione placed a hand over her mouth, what did he mean more training from Voldemort, and he was going home tomorrow?
As Draco turned the corner curiosity over took Hermione and she decided to follow, but when she left her hiding place, Ron and Harry walked out of the Great Hall and proceeded to her.
Hermione sighed; she caught a last glimpse of Draco as he disappeared behind another corner.
"Hey Hermione, are you ok?" Harry asked as he and Ron walked over to her.
"Yeah, I'm fine, I was on my way to the common room, when I," she paused, maybe she had said too much.
"When you what?" Ron asked.
"When I ran into Malfoy," Hermione whispered her eyes glued on the last spot Draco had been in.
"Man, I swear I can't take any more from him, next time he comes near me, I think I might snap." Ron growled clenching his fists.
"It's alright Ron, Malfoy didn't do anything, he didn't see me." Hermione said more to herself.
"Well, that's good." Harry said, "Want to go back up to the common room?" he asked
Hermione and Ron agreed, and the three of them made their way back up to Gryffindor Tower to spend the day together.
~~
"About time you're here," Draco said lazily that night when Hermione entered detention.
"I hope you have a very good explanation for being late Miss Granger." Snape said folding his arms his voice sounded on the edge of patience.
"Of coarse she does Professor, she always does." Draco smirked at her.
"I umm, got a little distracted from the time, it won't happen again." Hermione said glaring at Draco and then turning her gaze onto Snape.
"I am sure it won't, you two know what to do, I will be back in two hours." Snape said as he brushed past Hermione and out the door.
"I can't believe he didn't take any points off from you." Draco said rolling his eyes.
Hermione ignored him; she didn't want to accidentally say something wrong.
"What's the matter Granger, cat got your tongue?"
"Stay calm," Hermione told herself as she began to clean a cauldron.
"You know, it isn't fun if you don't talk back." Draco sounded hurt, but Hermione knew it was one of his tricks, Draco sighed, "Fine, if you wont talk, I will just have to-"
Hermione cut him off before he could finish, "What are you going to do, tell your dad?" Oh, she said it, she could kick herself. Why did she say it?
She looked over at Draco and saw his eyes flash for a moment, full of emotion; she had never seen it before. Then he smiled at her, "Yeah, I will tell my dear old dad, who knows, I could get him to convince Dumbledore to expel you, and then only one of my problems will be solved at this school."
"Draco, I think you have more important things to worry about." Hermione said, she couldn't keep quiet any longer, she wanted to tell him she knew, but couldn't.
"What did you call me?" Draco asked incredulously as he stared at her, he seemed oblivious to the comment she had made.
"I didn't,"
"Who said a mudblood like you deserves to say my name?" Draco shouted.
Hermione could feel her temper rising, one of them would not survive this night.
"Listen Malfoy, you obviously don't want to talk nicely, so don't talk to me at all." Hermione shouted back, she threw the old cleaning rag at him; it was stupid, she knew, but she couldn't use real magic, and a fist fight would get her killed.
Draco laughed as the tiny rag hit his chest, "Right then, I'll keep quiet; just don't throw anymore rags at me, please." He continued to quietly laugh to himself as they worked in silence.
Snape came back two hours later; the time had flown for Hermione, who had realized that she did enjoy Draco's company when he was quiet. He excused the two of them and they left down the hall together.
The two of them walked quietly down the dark hall until Hermione broke the silence, "Be careful Draco," she whispered and ran down the hall. She didn't know if she meant what she said, or if she just wanted to spite him.
"What did she mean by that?" Draco asked himself as he watched Hermione run down the hall. He scowled at himself; she didn't know about the training, did she?
"Of coarse she does, she probably did research on how Death Eaters are trained, bossy know-it all mudblood, why can't she leave me alone?" Draco thought as he walked by himself to the Slytherin common room.
"Oh please, you know you like it when she is around you, that feeling you get only from her." Draco stopped in his tracks, had he just thought that? No, he couldn't think of things like that, he couldn't like her kind.
"Or maybe you can, it would certainly make your father angry." Draco couldn't believe he was thinking these things he shook his head, "I could never love her." He told himself over and over to make it clear to his stubborn mind.
"I never said love,"
A/N- Ok, that is all for now, in the next chapter, Draco will go through some D.E training, and a certain bossy know-it all will find out everything. Hehehe. PLEASE REVIEW!! LPI3