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Dramione

Hermione's heart seemed to fall to her left foot. She could only assume that the hooded people crowding the hall in front of her were Deatheaters. She gulped.

"We saw you, dolly. We saw you changing. You're quite the pretty one, eh Lucious?"

She reddened.

'They saw me change? I was nearly naked! And Lucious Malfoy, Draco's father was present when they saw me? They've got to be Deatheaters…'

"Yes, Macnair, she's a beauty." Lucious drawled.

Hermione took their talking as an opportunity to run. There was a small space in between the wall and a short hooded form, and she dashed for it.

She nearly made it through when a pair of muscular arms grabbed her and lifted her up in his arms.

"Nice seeing you, Granger."

She nearly fainted.

"Malfoy? What-what are you doing? What is this?" Her eyes started to water.

"Oh, so you've met?" Came Lucious' voice.

"Yes, she's a stubborn ass if you ask me." Draco snarled as he let her fall to the ground.

Quickly she gathered herself together and stood up, rubbing her back.

"So, sweet little Mudblood, where's your Potter boy, eh? I'm sure you'll know."

All eyes were on her. "Um… I actually don't know where he is… I've been in the Head's compartment with him…" she said, pointing at Draco with her left hand was busy trying to fish her wand out of her skirt pocket, under her robes.

The Deatheaters jeered at her.

"But I thought the almighty "Trio" was un-separable!" A different figure shouted from the back.

The rest of them started shouting in more lame puns, until something caught their attention.

An obviously drugged up first year little girl came stumbling up to them. One of the Deatheaters with a heavy Irish accent hurried over to her and swooped her up.

"What do I do with her, Lucious?"

"Take her back to her compartment, and then leave. The gas we let off in the compartments must be wearing off! We'll have to get Potter at Hogwarts…" They started to turn away when Lucious turned back around.

"Take care of this one, Draco." And the all hopped off of the train.

Hermione once again made a break for it, though she knew it was no use. As she ran into her previous empty compartment, the train started moving and she fell backwards onto the bench.

'Damn…'

As she sat up a little, Draco walked into the compartment, smirking madly.

"Granger,

"Y-yeah?" She stuttered.

Draco merely smirked at her smugly. He walked over to where she lay on the bench and bent down, his hands on either side of her. He looked straight enter her eyes.

"You must obey me Granger, and only me. You tell no one of what you've seen tonight and you must come to me whenever I call. Do you understand Hermione?"

Hermione was in a dazed state of consciousness. She understood Malfoy, but she didn't really want to. She had her eyes closed.

'He's using wand less magic on me…'

Draco shook her slightly.

"Hermione! Answer me!"

Her eyes fluttered open. She had a vague look in her eyes.

"Yes, Malfoy."

He looked her over once and then pushed himself on of the bench, and he then picked her up. He was going to take her back to the Head's compartment. She wouldn't remember what happened until later tonight or early tomorrow.

When they reached the Head's compartment, the train stopped.

'What a waste of energy…'

He quickly put Hermione down and shook her awake into reality. She smiled slightly, and then she saw who was shaking her. Her expression turned into disgust.

"Get your filthy hands off of me!" She screeched.

Smirk.

"Oh, and don't forget our meeting in the Slytherin common room for our next fiasco. Be there." He joked.

"UGH!" She shouted, pushing past him and out the compartment door.

-

Out on the platform, everyone except Draco and the Slytherins had no idea what was going on. Later Hermione would know, only she wouldn't have the ability to tell anyone.

Hermione quickly met up with Harry and Ron.

"Hey guys! How was your train ride?"

"It was ok…" Muttered Ron. "Harry and I fell asleep sometime before we got there. It was actually quite weird…"

They both looked dazed. Ron scratched his head.

"So, how was yours?" Harry asked, yawning.

Hermione frowned. "Boring and unbearable…"

"Oh yeah! Thas' right! You had to ride with Malfoy. Stupid git…"

"C'mon you two, lets get a carriage." She said, quickly changing the subject. She didn't want Ron to go into one of his ranting moods…

The 'trio' quickly made their way to an empty carriage. Or at least a carriage that they thought was empty.

As Hermione hopped into the carriage, she found Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini and a girl that Hermione knew as Tracey Davis. They were holding Billywigs and placing the stinger to their arms. Their wings were spinning madly and they were a vivid blue. Hermione gasped, making them look down from their levitating place on the ceiling. Malfoy laughed wildly as he let the insect sting him again.

She moved out of the way and let Harry and Ron see. Ron started.

"Hermione! All of the other compartments are full! What in th-" He stopped as he looked into the carriage. He moved out of the way for Harry to see. Harry sighed.

"Well, Ron are you sure it's the only carriage left?" Hermione asked.

He nodded glumly.

Hermione climbed into the carriage and found the she was across, well slightly under Malfoy. She sighed. At least her, Harry and Ron would have more room. When the rest of them were settled in, the carriage set off towards the castle.

"Hello Mudblood!" Draco said from the ceiling. He grinned. "Looking pretty cute you are…"

Blaise giggled girlishly. Harry and Ron fumed.

"Here Granger, try some!" Blaise said, handing her the Billywig he was occupying.

Hermione put up her hands in protest. "No, I don't want any."

As she still had her hands in the air, Blaise laughed and pushed the stinger into Hermione's palm. She was about to gasp from the sting when she was overcome with a wave of giddiness. She let out a huge giggle as she was lifted up to the ceiling next to Malfoy.

"Welcome to my world, Granger." He said, patting her on the back.

Hermione only smiled and laughed down at the only sober ones in the carriage. She snorted and shouted at them.

"LOSERS!"