A/N: Alright, alright. I know I said I wouldn't do this, but I got so many reviews…correction, I am STILL getting reviews asking me for a sequel. So I am giving in and I will write a sequel to this story. It will debut on September 1st. I have not yet decided on a title, but it will have something to do with evil hearts. And I know September is a long way away, but I need time to finish the story I'm working on now. Plus, I'll know by then if I still have enough people interested to bother with a sequel, and then everyone will have enough time to re-read this story!

Also, I have been going back and doing work on the early chapters of this story, so there will be fewer chapters of this story, but everything will still be there. Don't worry.

Thoughts? Title Suggestions? Leave a review.

And now, an excerpt from the sequel to "Even Evil Hearts Can be Broken"

Just then the bells started to ring, signifying that the people should gather in front of Draco's Palace to hear him speak. The palace guards were out front defining a pathway from Lord Voldemort's Palace to Draco's. Ron and Pansy took their places near the front. They watched as Draco and Hermione, both dressed in somber black dress robes, walked up the path to their palace.

Hermione took a deep breath, wondering if she would be able to make it safely to the palace promenade. She felt lightheaded and slightly queasy and, for the first time in longer than she could remember, she had no idea what to do or say. As she walked along the crowd, she looked at the faces of the people she was passing by. Suddenly she began to feel very ill, recognizing this walk from her nightmares. The faces all swirled around her, terrified and angry. Hermione tore her eyes away from them and forced herself to look straight ahead. She felt Draco squeeze her hand encouragingly, and relaxed a little bit. They reached the stairs of the palace and slowly ascended.

Taking their places on the promenade, Hermione surveyed the people around her. Lucius Malfoy was standing nearby, beaming at his son proudly. Severus was next to Lucius, his eyes fixed on the ground. Several guards stood around her. Draco stepped forward to address the crowd.

Hermione Granger sat upright in her bed, a cold sweat covering her skin. She struggled to catch her breath and glanced at the clock. Three AM. Tossing the covers back she climbed out of her bed and went to stand at her bedroom window.

This dream had been plaguing her for the past two weeks. It was no use trying to go back to sleep, the dream would only come again. She pressed her forehead to the cool glass windowpane. Only one thing would help her now.

Tiptoeing down the stairs, Hermione pulled her hair up into a ponytail. She quietly shut the back door behind her and sat down on the stairs to lace up her tennis shoes. Creeping around the yard so as not to wake the neighbor's dogs, she set off at a slow jog once she reached the street.

Running had become a secret pastime of Hermione's. When she was struggling to sleep at night, she would sneak out the back door and head off around the neighborhood. Lately she had been running every night.

Turning left at the corner, Hermione headed down the dimly lit bike path. She knew her parents would be furious if they could see her running on this part of the road at night when it was poorly lit and consequently unsafe, but lately Hermione had been having trouble dealing with her parents. After all, they weren't her real parents.

Suddenly, it seemed out of nowhere, a bump in the asphalt caused her to trip and go skidding across the pavement. She landed hard on her hands as she had used them to brace herself when she began falling.

"Great," she said aloud, shifting so that she was sitting on her rear end. Both of her knees were skinned, and her left ankle was throbbing. Her knee socks would not cover these scrapes. Getting to her feet, Hermione realized that her ankle would not hold very much weight. She sighed and began to limp back towards her house.

Before she could get very far, an owl came flying towards her and perched on a nearby fencepost. Hermione did not recognize this owl, but she limped over to it anyway. It was a dark grey owl, with beady black eyes. When she got closer a familiar crest was visible on the ankle tag it wore. She took the letter from him and opened it.

"Hermione, meet me in Diagon Alley tomorrow at noon. We need to talk," the letter said. Hermione folded it up and tucked it into the waistband of her shorts. She limped towards her house while Draco's owl flew in impatient circles overhead.