Part 2

O no, I see,
I spun a web, it's tangled up with me,
And I lost my head,
The thought of all the stupid things I said,

O no what's this?
A spider web, and I'm caught in the middle,
I turned to run,
The thought of all the stupid things I've done,

I never meant to cause you trouble,
And I never meant to do you wrong,
And I, well if I ever caused you trouble,
O no, I never meant to do you harm.

O no I see,
A spider web and it's me in the middle,
So I twist and turn,
Here I am in love in a bubble,

Singing, I never meant to cause you trouble,
I never meant to do you wrong,
And I, well if I ever caused you trouble,
Although I never meant to do you harm.

They spun a web for me,
They spun a web for me,
They spun a web for me.

Lyrics from 'Trouble' by Coldplay

I lay awake watching him sleep. Leaning on my side, I reached with my left arm to stroke a particularly wayward strand of blonde hair away from his perfectly chiselled features. He was so handsome, even when he was asleep and I couldn't see into those icy blue eyes that smoked over with grey when he kissed me, when he touched me...

Betrayal, that's it. I've betrayed Harry, my friend, and Ron's memory. I don't want to face him about this, about what I've done; I can't because he'll never forgive me.

I'm so confused, a few days ago I was engaged to Ron and the very thought of even touching Draco Malfoy, except to hit him, was far from my mind. And here I am. Three deaths and one kidnapping later. Lying in bed with him and stroking his pale velvety skin like it's the most natural thing in the world, like I was meant to find him. What is wrong with me? How can I forget Ron so easily? Why has the grieving been so short? Why do I think I'm falling in love with my archenemy?

The only reason I think I am is because we now share a common ground, we've both lost someone we loved. Even though he is the reason it happened I'm looking at the future instead of dwelling on the past.

But if that's true, if I'm falling in love with Draco because we're now on the same wavelength then shouldn't I feel it with Harry too? I mean he's lost his parents, and now Ron. Although maybe I'm so close to him, he's like a brother to me, so I couldn't feel the things I do with Draco.

A slight stirring snapped me from my thoughts as I looked at Draco and saw that he had woken up. He rubbed his eyes then opened them to look at me. A smile graced his tired features as he looked at me. "Morning Draco" I said kissing his nose, thoroughly relieved that he hadn't done a personality reversal and thrown me off the bed. "Morning Hermione" he said kissing my cheek softly then looking into my eyes from only a few centimetres away.

I swallowed. I hadn't registered the profound effect those eyes could have on me, and they made me feel slightly weak, although I was still lying down. He moved his arm to stroke my cheek gently, and just before I closed my eyes I saw the blur of black branded onto his smooth arm. I squeezed my eyes tight shut, forgetting that he had pledged himself to them, that he was still human; he had proved that to me.

I saw her flinch when she saw the Mark on my arm. I hate it. I wish it could cut it off, get rid of it. But I can't. It's there to poison my skin forever. But it doesn't have to poison my mind. "Hermione", I said softly putting my hand on her neck, thumb behind her ear, "listen to me". She opened her eyes and I gazed into the warm, brown understanding that shone from them. "I want to leave this, all of it. Because of you, I want out, and if you don't help me I'll just go back. I want to be with you, away from this madness, away from my sins. Please Hermione, come with me".

"Draco I can't just give up everything I've worked for to run away with you", she said, "Harry needs me, and I need him, he's my best friend, and he needs me right now Draco, Ron's d-". She broke off, tears filling her brown eyes as they left my gaze. How can expect her to forget Ron after only a week? It took me until tonight to think of anyone except Cameron. But you wouldn't think I had ever hated this girl with a passion. I had found someone again and this time I was going to make sure we weren't separated.

"Hermione please" I begged turning her face towards me, "this is happening fast, and I can't say that I'm in love with you, but I know we can help each other, Hermione, please listen".

She swung herself out of bed and pulled my robe on to keep herself warm. "Draco, I can't do this. If you want me to go with you then let me out, but I'm not coming with you, I can't". "Then why bother with last night"? I said pulling on my boxers and my shirt, my voice rising a few octaves in anger, "did it not mean anything to you"?

"I'm confused about you", she said leaning against the door, "I don't understand why won't you just let me go if all you want is out of this hell"? I walked over to her and cupped her face with my hands, "would it change if I did say I loved you", I whispered in her ear.

"Draco no"! she said pushing my hands away and walking to the bed, "it isn't possible, you can't go from being in love with Cameron to loving me. Love is too strong a word for what happened between us, although I admit it isn't purely lust on my part, I can't say that it is love either".

I stopped a foot short of her and realised that it was pointless. I couldn't force her like when I'd kidnapped her, I had formed too much of a close relationship. Memories of training floated back to me, vague like fog drifting across a moor, 'never form relationships that are to close, they are mistakes'. Too late, I've done that twice, and twice too many to realise that it isn't a mistake. I just have to-

Crash.

The door behind me exploded and I turned, stupidly unarmed to see Dumbledore and Harry Potter standing there, with wands pointed directly at me. Harry took one quick look around the room, at Hermione standing stock still, face as pale as mine, the messy bedcovers and clothes strewn about. Face burning with anger, his green eyes radiating hatred I had never seen he stood shaking with rage. Dumbledore took Hermione by the arm and led her from the room into the long tunnel I had led her down a week ago. She didn't protest until her voice was a mere echo, and then I could hear her begging, yelling to be brought back.

Get over it Draco. She doesn't love you, it's Stockholm syndrome. Forget it. You'll never love again because Harry Potter is going to kill you now. You're a Death Eater, you'll die a Death Eater, accept it. You've messed up you life, just end it now, it's just too good to be true that someone is prepared to do it for you.

"Avada Kedavra"! Harry yelled pointing his wand at me.

I never realised death would come this slowly. It all slowed to a blur, a hazy mist of spells, lessons, anger, love, warm fires, Cameron, arson attack, murder, sex, Hermione...My hands instinctively reached out to grab the life I knew would be wiped from my body and I saw the ring that had turned black and cracked when I knew my father had murdered Cameron. Wherever that necklace was the same thing was going to happen to it.

It hit my heart and as the last breath was wiped from my body, I saw Hermione running down the tunnel towards me.

The End

I hoped you enjoyed it people although it does have a slightly morbid ending. I realised I didn't do a single disclaimer it's because I forgot! ::looks sheepish:: I'll do one now:

Disclaimer: All characters belong to JK Rowling (except Cameron she's mine), I own nothing.

Hopefully will be writing another Draco/Hermione one for this challenge (see my reviews), and a Sirius/Hermione one is also in the pipeline, although I don't know whether it will materialise.

Thanks for the reviews everyone and I'll be back!