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A/N: This chapter starts right where the other one left off.

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Draco pulled her into him and kissed her passionately and then pushed her against the wall. He began kissing down her neck, rubbing his hands over her shoulders and down her sides. She squirmed, trying to get away from him. She didn't like how this was going...she wasn't ready for this. "Draco..." she breathed. As his hands slowly came up to undo the buttons on her blouse, she pushed him as hard as she could and he stumbled back.

"Draco, what are you doing!?!" He continued to kiss her. She opened her eyes and saw that he had tears running down his cheeks, his eyes squeezed shut...She didn't understand what was going on...so she just let him kiss her until he no longer could breathe. He pulled away from her and stared her as she trembled. "Draco....what-why...what?" she stared at him confused as he breathed heavily, in and out....in and out.

"I love you." He breathed. She took a deep breath and smiled.

"Is that what this is all about? You were nervous to tell me you loved me? I love you too, Draco." Her smile warmed him right down to his toes, it warmed the places that had been cold for so long....but he soon became cold again.

"No, Hermione....things...they ...got complicated and..." she nodded slowly, trying to understand where this was going. "My father's been gone for a month...he's coming back in a couple days....I...I don't really want to see him."

"I'm sorry...I wish I could help." He nodded.

"No one can help me. Happy Halloween, Hermione." He said curtly as he walked away. Draco thought back over this past month. He was not looking forward to going home for Halloween. This year, they had all decided to let the kids off for Halloween as well as Christmas....but only for a week. Draco was suppose to become a Deatheater during this next week....but the problem was, he hadn't exactly decided yet if he would die, never knowing if he saved Hermione or not....or if he would live, pretend to hate Hermione, and protect her. He thought he had decided when his father told him he'd have to make a decision....he'd much rather save Hermione....but he DID know that he better decide soon or he'd be in major trouble.

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"Mr. Malfoy, you understand that by accepting these terms that if you betray our Lord in any way, he will know and you will not live another day?" Draco's hands shook fiercly and it took everything within him to not let it show.

"I-I-"

"Answer you stupid boy." Lucius hissed into his son's ear as he stuck a knife in his back.

"I do accept these terms." Lord Voldemort cackled.

"Your voice shakes, are you afraid of me?" Draco nodded his head. "Your name means Dragon, am I right?" Draco nodded once again. "Come here boy." Lucius pushed Draco towards Voldemort. "Lay down on your stomach before me." Draco did as he was told. Voldemort took out his wand and began to trace an outline of a dragon on Draco's back. It went from one shoulder blade to the other and almost all the way down his back. this isn't so bad it's just like a tiny prick...like a tattoo... Draco thought, but then he looked up and saw Voldemort cut himself and put two drops of blood on the tip of his wand and smirked at Draco as he pointed his wand down at the now trembling boy. "And you thought it was over....it has only begun." Fire came burning out of Voldemort's wand and burned along the outline of Draco's Dragon-like tattoo. Draco bit back cries and tears but then Voldemort brought his wand's tip closer to Draco's back and he could no longer hold in his screams. Finally the searing stopped, but his back still felt like it was burning. "And just for doubting becoming a deatheater...." He burned his symbol right on the back of Draco's shoulder, just above his shoulder blade. Lucius grabbed Draco roughly and brought him back to the Malfoy Manor.

"Happy Halloween, stupid fool." Draco's mark was bigger than everyone else's and Narcissa explained to him why.

"Honey, it's because you thought about NOT becoming a deatheater, basically defying Lord Voldemort. That is your punishment." She kissed his forehead tenderly, kissing away the sweat beads that were still laying on his head from hours earlier. He hadn't been able to stop sweating, but yet he was freezing.

"Mom, I'm so....so cold...." He shivered and Narcissa wrapped her loving arms around her trembling son.

"It's a side-effect of the mark. Your father had it too." Draco scowled.

"I-don't-have-a-father." He managed to get out while shivering uncontrollably, his eyes bored coldly into his mother's.

That night, Draco laid on his stomach as he slept, the pain on his back still too painful to touch. He woke up during the middle of the night, his nightmares becoming more real each time. He hated this. He hated this feeling that he could never be with Hermione again....and that's when it struck him hard and fast. He could never talk to Hermione again. Ever.

A/N: hello peoples of fanfiction! I hope you liked this chapter. I know it's still short but it helps me be able to update more often soooo.....i don't know which one's better. Anways...please review!!!