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Chapter 1: The Mud-Girl

Draco spun around quickly to see none other then Hermione Granger, the know-it-all mudblood Gryffindor. Draco didn't know whether to laugh or to gasp, he had always known her as bushy haired goody-two-shoes that had only cared about studying. He had never thought she would become evil, let alone the new Dark Lord. His eyes widened as he drank the entire whole scene. Hermione was still crouching from when she jumped from the rafters, making quite an appearance. She smiled wickedly and motioned for her followers to bow as she walked up to her old enemy, making her look very regal indeed. As she reached Draco, she motioned for her followers to leave.

"Im very surprised Granger." Draco said, chuckling a little, "You're the new Dark Lord eh? That would be sort of hard because you're a little mud-girl."

Hermione's lip turned out in a seemingly sweet and innocent pout, "If you don't remember, the first Dark Lord wasn't really a pureblood, and people feared him. And if I'm a girl I can take advantage of little boys like you who want to ruin everything for me."

She batted her long and perfectly curled eyelashes at him and began walking around him in circles.

"It just so happens that I have created some things after I left Hogwarts..." she said smoothly.

She stopped and stared at Draco for a moment, whose eyes were staring at her blankly.

"What are you staring at?" she barked indignantly.

"Eight years really did you good..." he mumbled, his voice trailing further away with every word.

She looked at him lovingly, putting her hand on his cheek, her eyes seemed to fill with pure bliss as she turned her head a little then her eyes suddenly flashed with extreme resentment. She drew her hand back slowly, and with all her strength, slapped him. His head fell back and he grabbed his red face that clashed with his white-blonde hair. She grinned wickedly and let out a small laugh that might have been humor.

"So you see me as beautiful?" she purred as her eyes suddenly burned with rage she began to scream as she stifled the tears that threatened to burn her cheeks, "Then what about all those times at Hogwarts when you made fun of me? What about my hair? My teeth? My smarts? Well, now you come to me and tell me I'm beautiful and expect me to come crawling to you? Not in this life Malfoy! You die now!"

Draco looked at her sympathetically, Hermione began to calm down as he stood up and began to walk slowly towards her. She could have sworn he muttered a half hearted "I'm so sorry" as he held her close and stroked her hair. Her lips turned ever so slightly into a small smile as tears twinkled in her eyes.

"You know Draco," she whispered, surprised at herself for saying his name, "I've been waiting a long time for a moment like this..."

"Why is that?" he asked in reply, almost bursting with anticipation.

Hermione grinned as she backed away from him, "For this!" she shrieked as she dug her nails into his soft skin, leaving four long trails of blood on his pale face. Draco gasped a little as he felt the hot blood run down his face, leaving a scarlet path where it had been. She laughed wickedly as she saw him wince with pain. She enjoyed a few moments of this until he began to laugh, almost manically. Her eyes widened as he stood up with a big smirk on his face; her eyes narrowed angrily as she thought about what she had done wrong.

"So the kitten has claws." He purred.

"You're not supposed to be smiling Malfoy." She said coolly.

Draco smirked again, "But it was only a scratch. I could just fix it like this."

Draco pointed his wand to his face and muttered a simple healing spell, Draco waited expectantly, but his wound was not closing. Hermione laughed as she watched him trying repeatedly to cure his cheek, but the wound re-opened every time he healed it. Hermione seemed amused with him for a while, but after the first ten minutes of him smacking himself in the face with his wand, she sighed heavily.

"Malfoy, hun," she said, as though she were talking to a small child, "In case you haven't noticed, I've poisoned you."

"YOU WHAT?" Draco roared, looking like he was about to cry, "I'm to young (a/n: and hot :] ) to die!"

"Oh sure." Hermione smiled, walking around Draco, "I developed it right after I left Hogwarts. It's made to take years from your life with a single scratch."

"How many?" Draco questioned frantically.

"Oh, only two. It's the prototype. I'm still working on it." She responded, blushing a little at the fact that she, the smartest girl at Hogwarts, hadn't fixed her poison.

Draco sat cross-legged on the floor for a few moments, pondering how he would spend the remainder of his life. He began to grin as he thought of who he would marry next, for he hadn't really loved Pansy, it was an arrangements made by his parents. But seeing as his mother was dead and his father would die soon, he could marry whom ever he wanted. Then something popped into his mind.

"Hey!" he thought out loud, "How'd you get the poison into me?"

Hermione giggled like a young schoolgirl who was being asked the dance, "I thought you'd never ask!" she said, almost bursting with excitement, "I mixed it with my nail polish. Then I created an antidote, and gave it to myself." She summoned a champagne glass and bottle from nowhere and filled her glass, "Cheers" she beamed to herself, "For Draco Malfoy will be no more."

"But I only lost two years of my life." Draco inquired confusedly, "Don't tell me I was gonna die in a in a couple of years anyways?"

"You mean you haven't figured it out?" Hermione mock gasped, "But never mind, I didn't expect you to figure it out anyways."

"What do you mean?" Draco cried angrily.

"Oh, you wouldn't want to know..." Hermione said airily, simply brushing the matter off as if it were nothing.

"No, I want—no, need to know! My future depends on it!" begging uncharacteristically.

Hermione looked at his pleading eyes and pretended to think about it as Draco began to moan and whine. She smiled and decided to tell him.

"Well," she said matter-o-factly, "You lose two years for every time you were poisoned, and when I poisoned you, four nails entered your skin. Poisoning you four ti—"

But Hermione was never able to finish her sentence.

(a/n: Hey guys! I thank whoever reviewed!)

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