I know, I know, I was supposed to have this chapter up in two days, but I was suffering from major writer's block. I think this chapter is crap, but I just wanted to have something up here. Anyways, I really have no clue where this story is going so if you have any ideas, feel free to share them! REVIEW!!!

Chapter 8- Only Physical?

"Crucio!"

Hermione screamed as the spell hit her, sending waves of agony rippling through her body. As it slowly wore off, she could hear Voldemort's laughter ringing through the dungeon. Lucius was standing by watching the whole thing with a smirk.

"Someone please help me," she whispered fervently. Neither Voldemort nor Lucius heard her, and soon the torture began again.

(AN- The stupid site won't let me skip another line so I have to actually type something here. Just completely ignore this.)

Draco heard a scream in the distance, and he knew it was time to move. He walked quickly out of the room he was in and down the hallway where the scream had come from. Even though he had lived here all his life, he still didn't know his way around completely. This was going to take a while.

(AN- Same thing here too. Just ignore these notes.)

Hermione gasped, trying to breathe properly. Lucius smirked at her efforts. Suddenly, three DeathEaters walked into the dungeon along with Albus Dumbledore. Voldemort's eyes widened.

"Why did you bring him here?!" Voldemort nearly shrieked. Dumbledore grinned and raised his hands, mumbling an ancient spell that didn't require a wand. It froze everyone in the room except Hermione.

"Are you alright Miss Granger?" he asked worriedly, walking over to her. She managed a nod. Then Draco came bursting in the door. Dumbledore smiled pleasantly at him.

"Nice of you to join us Mr. Malfoy," he said. "I was just about to leave without you." Draco tried to catch his breath from running all this way.

Dumbledore walked over to one of the DeathEaters and retrieved his wand. With it, he muttered a spell that sent them into a whirlwind of colors and places flashing by. Before they knew it, all three of them were in Dumbledore's office.

Hermione collapsed immediately into a chair. Draco did the same in a chair next to hers. Dumbledore sat behind his desk, folding his hands and waiting for someone to speak. When no one did, he sighed.

"What exactly did Lucius Malfoy want you for, Miss Granger?" he asked. She and Draco shared an uneasy glance, but as soon as they remembered who they were looking at, their eyes shot away.

Dumbledore saw this and smiled.

"You may go," he said simply.

"But, we haven't answered your question," said Hermione confusedly. Dumbledore looked at her, smiling.

"Ah, but you did," he said. "Now go!" His tone was nice, but firm. Hermione shrugged and obliged, walking out of the room. Draco followed quickly.

"Granger!" Hermione heard Draco call after her. She stopped and turned around, ready to tell him that she couldn't handle anything more and she was going to bed. However, she never got a chance. His lips covered her own in a passionate kiss. Hermione felt herself responding to him despite how tired she was.

Draco pulled back a few inches and whispered, "You know, we really shouldn't be doing this." She looked at him and frowned.

"Then why are we?" she asked. By the look in her eyes, Draco could tell she was definitely having internal arguments. But, then again, wasn't he? This was all too complicated.

"Plus we're in the middle of the hallway," Hermione added. Draco pulled away completely and sighed. Do I love her or don't I? Is this just our raging hormones playing against us? Or something more?

These were the questions he could not answer.