The next chapter is here, slightly later than planned, but oh well!

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Tyler

A bit of a necklace moment in here, to tide you over. Hermione is being stubborn. I am so glad you still love this story. This is part one of two. part two is darker in theme but I hope just as good.

leah

Here is the next chap and I am so glad you like it.

Gia

I really didn't mean to, but she is slightly, isn't she? Oh well, it gets worse...

chibidark angel

You'll probably hate me for this chap, but don't worry. She gets her come uppance. Thank you for the lemon by the way. I like it and I'll use it in part two. I hope you don't mind if a change it around a little? I'll put your name on it though. Thank you so much.

asaroth69

Hermione is being jealous and she will get scary, especially through the next few chaps. I hope you continue to enjoy.

destinywriters

Im glad you like it so. I try not to take so long but I can only write when the inspiration hits me. Well enjoy.

S.Wing

Continued

frizzy

Thank you and here you are. Love your fanfic by the way. Cool. I will review it, promise!

Aranami

Thank you. I like Draco too and I hope I'm not making him seem to mushy. Only with Harry! I love your story too. Its on my favs and I know I reviewed it!

Okay. Here we are! A lot of dark Hermione in this chap and very angsty. I hope you enjoy.

Do not own Harry Potter. Nope. Uh uhh. No way. Not mine. You've got it wrong.

DARKNESS OR LIGHT. WHAT IT YOUR CHOICE?

Chapter 18 - Hermione's Vengeance.

"Draco. He did it!"

Draco looked up blearily from his charms homework at Parkinson's excited face. She was hopping up and down slightly and the other students in the common room were staring at her in curiosity..

"Who did what?" he asked. Blaise wandered over and sat down on the couch next to him.

"Harry. He broke up with Granger."

Gasps were heard around the common room and muted chatting began. Draco's bleary look turned into a wide smile, not even trying to hide it.

"Did Ron tell you this?" Blaise asked eagerly. Parkinson nodded, flinging herself into the chair opposite them.

"Yeah. He did it last night, just after the Quidditch match. She didn't take it very well."

"Understandably."

Draco's grin calmed a little and he relaxed into his seat. Harry was nearly completely his. All he needed now was for him to confess his feelings, which might help if he did it first.

"Good news, huh Draco?" Blaise whispered to him.

Draco nodded in reply. Yes, very good news.

~~

"If the job as a witch doesn't cut it," Hermione muttered as she walked down the corridor that led towards the Owlery quietly, "I could always become a spy!"

For a couple of days now, she had been spying on Harry's movements, trying to determine who this other person was that he had fallen for. She had come up with nothing for a while. Most of the time, Harry had stayed in the common room reading, playing card games with Ron and Parkinson and doing his homework. When he did go out, it was to Quidditch practice or to hang out with Ron, Malfoy and Blaise. She had not seen him with another girl that looked even remotely like he was interested..

Her lucky break however, when she was on a spy break, came the day before, during lunch.

Harry was sitting in a seat in the Great Hall facing the Slytherin table, engrossed in a bowl of chocolate ice cream. She had been sitting on the seat next to Ron, scanning through her Arithmancy notes. She had looked up and had happened to glance in Malfoy's direction.

He was gazing at their table in what Hermione could only describe as lust. His gaze was fixed in one place, his eyes were wide and his mouth was open slightly. She stared down the table slightly, trying to pinpoint Malfoy's gaze, then noticed Ron give Harry a quick elbow. Harry looked up from his ice cream and blushed, staring towards the Slytherin table. Hermione followed his eye line, straight to Malfoy.

Hermione quite impressively, held in her gasp and hid behind her book as a slight flush of anger flecked her cheeks. No! Surely not! Harry and Malfoy? The idea was too horrifying to think about. When she had composed herself, she put her book down and checked them both again. Harry was once again eating his ice cream, chattering with Seamus on his right. Malfoy was talking to Zabini across the hall.

Her thoughts at that time were that she had imagined it.

That all changed however when she entered the boys dorm that evening to bring Harry his Charms homework, checked over by herself. She continued with the same routine, even if Harry didn't.

When entering he room, she caught snags of conversation between Harry and Ron, whispered in quiet voices.

"Are you.......tonight........"

"Yes. Were.......in...........midnight."

"......Owlery? ........no one.......Harry."

"I know."

The conversation broke off when the door that she was leaning on gave a squeak and she jumped away from it.

"Harry. Your homework." She smiled, holding out the sheets to him. Harry walked over to her and took them hesitantly."

"'Mione. Did you hear.....?"

"Hear what?" Hermione continued to smile although she was sure that it was cracking. "Are you hiding something?" she tried to tease. Harry smiled back and shook his head.

"No. Thanks 'Mione."

Hermione nodded at him and backed out of the dorm. As soon as the door was shut, she had ran to her dorm, planning to stay awake and follow him, which was why, at five to midnight she was walking along the corridor towards the Owlery.

Harry had already left, only a few minutes before herself. When she reached the door to the Owlery, she stopped, her hand poised over the handle. What if he was meeting Malfoy? What would she do?

Telling herself to stop being a total prat, she slowly pushed the door open and slip into the room. It was pitch black, apart from the shaft of light coming in from the roof. It was in this, by the window that Harry stood. He was looking out over the grounds, his hands on the frame. Hermione slid backwards, away from the door and deeper into the shadows, where she stayed quietly waiting the other to arrive.

The other arrived a few minutes later. The door pushed open and was closed firmly with a click, making Harry turn and stare at the newcomer.

"Harry." The person whispered with a seductive edge, stepping forward into the moonlight.

It was Malfoy.

"Hey Draco." Harry leaned against the window, his head tilted slightly towards the grounds. "It's a lovely night isn't it?"

"Beautiful." Malfoy whispered in reply. He took a few steps forward until he was standing directly in front of Harry. The height difference in the two was quite noticeable from where Hermione stood. Malfoy practically towered over Harry.

"I thought you wouldn't come," Malfoy whispered. He reached out his hand and ran a finger across Harry's cheek.

"I had to." Harry replied, staring up at him.

Without warning, Malfoy dove forward and pulled Harry into a tight embrace involving heavy kissing and roving fingers. Hermione, firstly could only stare in shock, then blush in embarrassment. Finally, she was clenching her hands in anger. How dare he? How dare Malfoy kiss him like that?

It was all Hermione could do to creep out of the Owlery without slamming the door behind her. When she was in safe difference, she took off at a run back to her dorm room. She wouldn't cry. She didn't have the temperament to sit down and sob. She was the kind of person who retaliated with action and action was something she definitely intended to take.

Reaching her dorm room, she tip toed to her trunk, mindful not to wake Lavender and Parvati. She pulled out three books and a torch, dove under the covers of her bed and began to read.

Vengeance was on her mind!

~~

Draco was surprised when he received a note at dinner via his own owl, but his surprised look turned into a grin when he read the message inside.

Draco.

Last night was amazing. I cant wait to see you again.

Meet me in the Charms classroom after dinner, say about seven.

I'll be waiting.

Harry

What surprised him even more was that when he arrived at the classroom, It wasn't Harry that was waiting for him, it was Granger.

"Why Malfoy. How nice of you to come." Her voice sounded in the empty room as soon as he had closed the door.

"Why are you here Granger?" he sighed in frustration. He wanted Harry really badly at that moment, and finding Granger there instead wasn't helping him.

"To tell you, Harry isn't coming." Granger smiled. Draco frowned in reply.

"And how did you know he was coming here?"

"Because he didn't write that note. I did."

"And why is that?"

"Because I wanted to talk to you, in private."

"What the hell do you want Granger?" Draco spat out. "I'm sure you didn't call me in here just for this friendly conversation."

Granger gave him a smirk, immediately putting him on guard. Granger never smirked. She repetitively had a smug look on her face but never a smirk. He was suddenly very self conscious of the fact that he had left his wand lying on his bedside table.

"I know!"

"What?"

Grangers smirk grew wider and Draco had a very bad feeling.

"I know Malfoy. I know about you and Harry. What you've been up to. I know."

At those words, Draco's eyes widened and his mouth opened. Granger had her arms folded and was just staring at him, the smirk slowly fading from her face.

"How did you find out?" Draco finally asked.

"I saw you," she replied, her eyes not once moving from his. "Last night, when he crept out of the common room, I followed him. I watched as he went to the Owlery to meet you. I watched as you kissed him. Touched him.

"Voyeur!" Draco managed to gasp when he had regained his composure after Granger's confession. "Do you get some kind of pleasure, following Harry around during all hours of the night?"

"Pleasure?" she asked angrily. "Do you think that I get pleasure watching my boyfriend snog my worst enemy?"

"He is not your boyfriend."

"Yes he is."

"No he isn't."

"Well, he's bloody well not yours."

The two glared at each other heatedly, then Draco sighed and pressed his fingertips to his forehead.

"Look. Is this all you wanted? I don't really care if you know about us. Nothing will change that..." He was cut off as a pair of lips attached themselves to his. The girl had launched herself across the room at him. In pure adulterated anger, he pushed Granger away from him and growled at her.

"What the fuck was that?"

Granger smirked at him again and Draco felt his head swim and his legs shake.

"That was just a little something I cooked up, especially for you. I hope you like it."

"What is it?" Draco watched as the image of Granger grew fuzzy. He felt himself fall to the floor and couldn't do a thing to stop himself. There was a liquid in his mouth which he couldn't identify and he realised that he had swallowed a bit of it. Granger bean to chuckle.

"Nothing much. Just a liquid version of the paralysis potion. Don't worry. It will wear off, just not for a while. Now..."

Draco heard a rustling and then heard Granger mumble something. Then fire shot through his body and he gasped in pain.

"Now that was permanent!"

Draco heard giggling, then a door open and close, then silence.

He lay on the floor, writhing in agony, which was very hard for a petrified person to do. His gut was on fire. How in the hell had she done it? It must have been in the form of a liquid capsule, which she had bitten into and pushed into his mouth when she had kissed him. It must have been tasteless. Now he was paralysed on the floor of the classroom with no way of moving.

While laying there, contemplating on what exactly Granger had done to him and how to retaliate, he heard footsteps outside the room.

"Are you sure he's in here Ron? I don't hear anything."

"I'm sure. The map doesn't lie."

As Draco watched, the door opened and he saw Ron and Parkinson peering through the doorway.

"Draco."

Ron gasped and Parkinson ran over to him. She kneeled on the floor and lifted his head slightly. Ron stepped into the room, a look of disbelief on his face.

"It was Hermione wasn't it!"

He said it as a statement, not a question, but if Draco could have moved, he would have nodded.

"Bitch!" Parkinson growled. "Why? Why did she do it?"

"Jealousy. She's been acting strange all morning, avoiding Harry and me. She must have found out" Ron answered, lifting her from the floor, then muttering the levitation spell, lifting Draco from the ground. "Let's get Draco to the infirmary and then we'll go and find her."

~~

"Hey Harry."

Harry looked up from his transfiguration book and squinted in the direction of the door. As only the light over his bed was on, the rest of the room was in shadows. He could only just make a figure standing by the door.

"Yes?"

"Can I talk to you?"

He recognised the voice that time, only it sounded shaky, like the person was trying to hold back tears.

"What is it 'Mione?" Harry turned back to his book, running a hand though his hair in frustration. "If its about our relationship again, you may as well just leave." He felt really bad saying that, but she wasn't taking the hint. "We have finished and nothing you say will change that!"

"Oh, no. I want to ask you something else." Hermione stepped forward until she reached the edge of his bed. Harry looked up at her to see a small smile on her face. "Is that okay?"

"Sure. I guess." Harry put his book down on the bed and turned to face her. "Go ahead."

"I wanted to test these."

Harry stared as Hermione held up a necklace in each hand. He recognised then at once. Two silver chains, one with a half circle red snake with silver eyes and one half circle green snake with gold eyes.

"'Mione." Harry groaned. "This wont change anything."

"Yes it will." Hermione replied. "If these two necklaces react while we are wearing them, it will prove that we belong together."

"Fine." Harry held out his hand. "Have it your way, but don't blame me when nothing happens."

Hermione gave him a smile, then handed him the red necklace, which Harry placed around his neck. He was still wearing his green one and he took it off for a moment.

"Ron said we just click them together right?"

"I think so." Harry held the green snake in the palm of his hand out to Hermione and she took it. Keeping Harry's hand attached to the green snake, she clicked the two pieces together.

A faint glow surrounded the necklaces. A blue phosphorous which then surrounded the two of them. Hermione smiled at Harry in triumph.

"See Harry. I told you we..."

She broke off and gasped. Harry felt a wrench in his stomach, then found himself flying backwards across the room, hitting one of the posts of Neville's bed. Hermione shot across the room and hit the door.

"Oww." Harry rubbed the back of his head. "What the hell happened? Ron said that they wouldn't click together, not push you away from each other." He looked over at Hermione to see her crumpled on the floor where she had landed. "Hermione. Are you okay?"

"No." Was the sobbed reply. "It didn't work. Why didn't it work?"

"Why didn't what work?" Harry had the feeling she didn't mean the necklaces.

Hermione stood up and stepped away from the door. "Harry, I..."

She was interrupted for the second time. This time it was the dorm room door swinging open.

"Where is she?" To Harry's surprise, Pansy walked into the room. She looked at Hermione, gave a yell, then pounced on her. "You bitch, how dare you do that to him. How could you." Her hands grasped the collar of Hermione's robes and was shaking her. Ron took that moment to enter the room.

"What's going on?" he asked as Ron pulled Pansy away from the distraught girl on the floor. Ron turned to stare at him, worry on his face.

"I think you had better come with me Harry," he said. He was holding onto Pansy's arms tightly, who was staring hatefully at Hermione.

"He's barren. You might as well have castrated him." Tears were flowing down Pansy's cheeks and Harry realised whom they were talking about.

"Draco?"

"You'd better come with me Harry." Ron said again. Harry didn't listen, instead he ran out of the dorm in shock. The only thing running through his mind during he jog to the infirmary was Draco's name, which he repeated over and over.

~~

"Calm yourself Mr Malfoy and tell me what happened."

Draco struggled against the nurse's grip on his shoulders, yelling in frustration. He was so ready to kill Granger for what she had done. As soon as Ron and Parkinson had brought him into the infirmary, the paralysis had worn off slightly and the pain in his gut had intensified slightly. Through his muttered groan's, Madam Pomfrey had discovered where he was in pain and checked him over.

He was barren. Not only that, he would no longer feel sexually stimulated! Ron had been horrified when it was revealed. Parkinson had turned white and had stormed out of the Infirmary, Ron hot on her heels. He himself had gone mad. As soon as he was able to move again, all breakable items had been thrown around the room. Tears had flooded his vision and Madam Pomfrey had to use a subduing spell to slow him down. Even so, she still had to hold him down.

"I'll kill her." He cried, writhing in the nurses grasp. "I will."

"Mr Malfoy. Who was it?"

"Draco?"

The sweet, worried voice washed over him and Draco groaned in pain. Harry. He couldn't face him. Not now. Not after this. He tuned his face and stared at the wall opposite, blinking away tears. He had stopped fighting and now just lay still. He felt Madam Pomfrey move away from him, but then felt Harry draw near.

"Draco. What happened?"

He reached out and grasped Draco's hand in both of his own. Draco felt the sob in his throat well up. In one movement, he sat up and threw his arms around Harry's neck, sobbing into his shoulder. He felt Harry's arms encircle his waist and hold him in a tight hug. He was kneeling on the bed with him, supporting his larger frame.

"It was Hermione, wasn't it?" He heard Harry's soft voice ask. All Draco could do was nod slightly, tears still dripping from his eyes. He still hurt and felt mortified for crying. He held Harry tighter, curling against him. The warmth of the body holding him and the comfort he was feeling, lulled him to sleep.

~~

"Harry. How is he?"

Harry twisted his head slightly and stared at Ron's anxious face. He was standing near the bed, his hands twisted together. Pansy wasn't with him.

"Where is Pansy?" he asked, ignoring the question.

"I took her back to her common room," he replied, sitting on the edge of the bed. He spoke quietly, noticing that Draco had fallen asleep. "She was really angry. I took her to her bed and cast a sleep spell on her. Blaise is keeping an eye on her."

"What about Hermione?"

"She's in the corridor. She wouldn't come in."

Harry sat still for a moment, staring down at the blonde haired boy in his arms. I was as if someone had turned on a light switch in his brain. Draco was there, glowing gold with that smile he had worn in his sleep a few nights previously. Very gently, Harry lay him down on the bed and disentangled the arms from around his neck. Draco whimpered slightly and Harry beckoned Ron over.

"Ron. Could you watch him for a moment. I need to do something." He got off the bed and made his way over to the door.

"Where are you going?" Ron called after him. Harry stopped by the door, his hand on the handle.

"I need to have a word with Hermione. I wont be long." Opening the door, he stepped out into the corridor. As it was very late, it was shrouded in darkness and the only light came from the glowing torches in random places along the corridor.

"Harry?"

Harry's fists clenched at his sides and he turned to face the girl leaning against the wall who was supposedly his friend.

"Hermione."

She stared at him, her eyes wide and teary.

"I...I didn't mean it," she stuttered out.

"What do you mean, you didn't mean it?" Harry shouted. "What exactly did you mean to do Hermione? What?"

"I...I..."

"How could you?" he whispered. "You have hurt him Hermione and in doing so, you have hurt me."

"You don't care for him Harry. You can't." Hermione took a few steps towards him. "He's a Malfoy. He'll hurt you as soon as you let your guard down. His father will kill you when he finds out. This whole relationship with him will end up destroying you. I don't want that." She stopped right in front of him and placed a hand on his wrist. "Can't you see, that I'm doing this for you? Because I love you. I want to help you."

Harry looked at her , then pushed her away from him, causing her to fall to the floor with the force of his shove.

"Love me?" he spat, anger running though him "Love me? You don't love me. If you did, you would never have done it. You would have understood. If not, you would have at least spoke to me, telling me how you felt about it, but no. You did this to him." Harry couldn't remember the last time he had felt so angry. Not with Voldemort and not even when he was accusing Sirius for betraying his mum and dad. His best friend, someone who he had trusted with everything had betrayed him. "And I don't love you. I cared about you, but now I think even that has gone. I'll tell you something though. I love Draco! I love him and nothing you do or say will ever change that."

Hermione began to sob, still sitting in the middle of the corridor. She whispered his name, her fingers clawing helplessly on the stone floor.

"You lost me as a boyfriend Hermione but you still had me as a friend." Harry turned back to the Infirmary door and twisted the handle. "Now, you have lost me!"

With that, he walked back into the infirmary, leaving a sobbing Hermione curled up on the floor.

I admit, I was trying to make Hermione more likeable, but I guess I blew it with this chapter.

That is the end of their relationship, but don't worry about Draco. I won't leave him in that torture. He'll be okay.

Please review. I know this chapter wasn't very good. It might seem slightly rushed but I will take all forms of advice.

Thank you so much

Rie

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