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Yes, Draco Malfoy was a Death Eater. A part of Hermione had always known that Draco Malfoy would become a death eater, but before, she had just thrown around the term; the way he would throw around 'Mudblood'. But now, now that a student, even if it was Malfoy, had the Mark burned permanently into his skin was unthinkable. Hermione remembered how Malfoy's eyes had flashed dangerously when she saw the Dark Mark. She knew that because of what she knew, she was in a lot of trouble.

"Bloody hell, Granger," Hermione thought aloud, "You're in deep shit."

Hermione stayed on the balcony for a few more hours before she cold and tired and went back inside. This year, the students arrived at Hogwarts on a Friday, so Hermione had the whole weekend to get settled into being Head Girl. For this, she was immensely grateful. Even though she knew all the duties and privileges she got as being Head Girl, Hermione still felt nervous. She had wanted this position ever since her first year at Hogwarts. When she found out she'd been made Head Girl, she was overcome with joy, but afraid, for the first time that she might mess up.

"Oh, get a hold of yourself!" Hermione thought, "Just remember what Harry said." At this, Hermione flashed one of her brilliant smiles (now that she wasn't buck toothed). She knew that as long as she had Harry, this year would be perfect.

As Hermione slipped on her pajamas, she noticed how hungry she was. Having eaten nothing on the train and barely anything at dinner, Hermione was starving. She quickly put a robe over her short blue shorts and grey tank and made her way down the steps to see if there was any food in the kitchen Professor McGonagall had mentioned earlier. Since it was late Hermione wasn't afraid of seeing Malfoy.

'Even cold hearted killers need their beauty sleep' Hermione thought silently.

As Hermione opened one of the cabinets, she was even more grateful for Dumbledore for making her Head Girl. The cabinets had been charmed to have whatever your body craved when you opened them. when Hermione opened a cabinet, she was blessed with butterbeer and chocolate pudding with her name on it (A/N: her name wasn't actually on it, you do realize?). She found a mug and a bowl to put together her late night snack. As she busily walked around the kitchen singing her favorite muggle tune, she was completely oblivious to the fact she was being watched.

Draco was in his room thinking about what to do about Granger.

'So she knows' Draco thought to himself, 'First day back and I've already broken my promise to Lucius. Not that he hasn't done the same to me.' Draco didn't even call Lucius father anymore. They weren't family, in Draco's ice blue eyes. Lucius was just another Deatheater. Just another one of Voldemort's ass kissing, muggle raping, muggle killing, muggle hating Deatheaters. And Draco hated and resented him with every fiber of his being.

FLASHBACK

"Draco, this is the year for you to take your place at our Lord's side. You do know where your loyalties lie, don't you, my son?

"Yes, sir."

"You do know that taking the Mark is not a choice, but a birthright?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. Lord Voldemort will be most pleased. You have turned into a fine young man, Draco. I'm pleased as well with the way you have become. You are truly your father's son. Let's drink to it."

Lucius grabbed drinks from a cowering house elf in the corner of the room, and gave one to Draco. He raised his glass as he said, "To purebloods."

"To purebloods," Draco repeated, touching his glass to his father's. the next night, Draco had become a servant to the Dark Lord.

End Flashback

That was last July. Draco felt his left forearm as he walked downstairs to the common room. He hadn't yet been to a Deatheater revel, so he didn't know what it felt like to be called. He only knew that it hurt. As he neared the final steps he heard a female voice singing. He quietly peered around the entrance to his stairs, only to find the infamous Mudblood in the kitchen singing. Even though she was a muggleborn, Draco thought she looked somewhat cute, running around the kitchen in her pajamas. After, deatheater or not, he was human, and a teenage boy-human at that. Who wouldn't find Hermione Granger in nothing but a tank and shorts cute? He thought of this as the perfect chance to put her off balance…again. He quietly snuck up behind her as she poured butterbeer into a mug, waiting for her to turn around. As soon as she did, Draco had gotten the reaction he had planned.

"Oh God!" Hermione screamed, almost dropping her butterbeer.

"Oooh, I like that, " Draco drawled, "Usually, I'm called sex god but if I'm your God in whatever I do, I guess I can't complain."

"Malfoy!" Hermione said, hiding her immense fear she felt at being so closed to a Deatheater.

"What happened to 'God'" Draco sneered.

"Shut up., Malfoy," Hermione said while trying to get around him.

Anticipating this, Draco stepped to the side, blocking her way.

"Going somewhere?" Draco asked, pretending to be curious.

"Yeah, away from you" Hermione retorted. She knew it was a lame comeback, but she would do almost anything to go back to her room.

"Think again, Granger. You're not going anywhere, not until we have a little chat."

"I think I've had enough 'chats' with you to last me a lifetime, Malfoy," Hermione said, once again trying to get to her staircase.

"Oh, really? Well that's just too damn bad!" Draco yelled, taking Hermione's arm and throwing her to the ground. Before she could even try to get up, Malfoy bet down and put his face close to hers. "You better not tell anyone about what you saw on my arm. If you do, you'll pay the price, along with countless others. You got that?" Draco asked bitterly.

All Hermione could do was nod; she couldn't bear to look in Malfoy's intense blue eyes, which had darkened to a light gray because of his anger. They would only frighten her more. Seeing her concession, Malfoy swiftly left the room and walked back to his room. All dignity forgotten, Hermione sat on the kitchen floor crying. Not until this moment, did Hermione think she was in any immediate danger. But after Malfoy had threatened her, she realized that her biggest problem was far from being passing her N.E.W.T.'s.  She was the top student at Hogwarts, her best friend's dad was a Ministry worker, she was Harry Potter's girlfriend, and to top it all off, she was 100% muggle. In other words, she was a Deatheater's #1 target. After composing herself and gathering her nerves, Hermione repeated what seemed to be the theme of the night:

"I'm in deep shit" she told herself again.

After Hermione finished eating, she went back to her bed but couldn't find sleep. She couldn't stop thinking about Malfoy and how he had already given his life to a deranged, power-hungry psycho maniac. The goodness in Hermione started to overrule her hatred for malfoy. To an extent, she pitied him for giving up his life at such a young age. He had now devoted his life to kiolling people just like her and hating Harry Potter.

After mixing thoughts of stormy gray eyes and kind green ones, Hermione Granger finally found sleep.