A/N Here's the next chapter! Sorry it took so long! I've been busy with new classes and all but you don't want to hear that! BREE is acknowledged by ME!

Disclaimer: DON'T OWN IT! Lol!

Alex banged on the wall with all her might but nothing happened of course. She was furious. 'How dare he! Who did he think he was? I t had taken her years to grow her hair out and he thinks he can get away with this?' She leaned back and screamed into the empty air above her head, "How could you do this to me!"

Only now she wasn't sure who this was directed at. Sure, blaming that snot-nosed pain Blaise was simple enough- she hated him. But was he really the one at fault here? Who was really to blame for her situation?

She clamped her hands over her ears. "No stop!" This wasn't right. Of course Blaise was to blame! She pounded her temples. "Get out of my head."

"What's wrong my dear little muggle girl? Your mind seems troubled." Blaise' voice echoed in her ear drums from within the very farthest reaches of her mind.

"Get out of my head! What your doing has to be illegal!" She screamed.

He laughed. "You think the laws could stop me? When did I ever listen to rules? Come on now, you've read the books. Slytherin is above all! Laws are just rules and rules were made to be broken, right?"

"No, now get out!" She yelled, both mentally and physically. There was this jolt that went through her sending her backwards into the very wall she had been abusing. Now the wall seemed to be getting even. She blinked back the stars floating in front of her eyes. Before her stood Blaise in fantastic robes of emerald green. They contrasted sharply with his eyes, bright yellow and inhuman.

"I didn't want to do that." He said, sounding quite exasperated, like he had been running. His hair was slightly mussed and his face glistened with a pale sweat. "It hurt both of us you know, you most of all. We don't want any accidental harm to befall you do we?"

He looked ready to slap her. Alex hid her fear and just shook her head at him.

"Good." He said sternly. He sat down in his chair. "Now come here."

She obeyed nervously. She didn't feel very well. She stood before him gazing about warily, keeping on alert. She wouldn't trust Blaise for the world. Through clenched teeth she asked, "Yes Master?"

"That's a girl." Blaise said ignoring her angry glare. He inspected her features then said softly, "You seem really unhappy, almost unwell. What can we do to make you happier, hm?"

"You can let me go you filthy pig-nosed selfish spoiled-"

"Sh. Now that's enough of that. I'm not being so cold towards you am I? I think we can discuss this as two civilized people. "Unfortunately, letting you go is out of the question. Anything else?"

She suddenly got an idea. Neville was still stuck in that awful room being tortured no doubt. She smiled sweetly at Blaise, she had to work for this one. "Well, I could use some company to keep me entertained while you're gone and I have no one to talk to. You don't know how lonely it can get."

Blaise thought for a moment. "Well I could always ask one of the death eaters-"

"No!" Alex said quickly. Blaise glanced up at her becoming suspicious now. "I mean, well I can't really talk to one of them. They all want to kill me, unlike you my forgiving master." She almost choked on her tongue. "I need someone I can trust more who isn't going to hex me to an oblivion. Someone who might not be very well at magic perhaps?"

"Perhaps..." said Blaise, pondering the thought. "You have a point about the death eaters, they aren't as kind as I am..." It took all of Alex' control to prevent herself from strangling him. "There is that Longbottom child, but I think he's in questioning at this time."

"Longbottem! Ugh, that's disgusting! But he would do... I suppose." she looked really unhappy as she said this making sure Blaise caught the way she seemed to look sick at the mention of Neville. It worked.

"Excellent, then it is settled" Blaise said with a sly smile. "That Longbottom kid will be sent here immediately after questioning is through."

Alex suppressed a smile as she watched Blaise prepare to leave. Slowly a frown worked onto her face. "Where are you going master"

"Well, I have to uh, go to the meeting hall to speak with the dark lord. We believe something has turned up." He answered. On his way out the door, he caught her confused expression. With a smile he said"We think we may have caught that Granger girl. About time, too."

Hermione was being carried through the massive hallway slung over the great shoulder of the horseman. Just recently she had woken up and what a shock it was to see the ground above her as she swung limply to and fro. Then the truth dawned on her. She was kidnapped and they were going nowhere good.

She began to pound on the horseman's shoulders. "Let me go! Put me down you stupid- ow, oh you wait until my friends get here! They wont be afraid of you"

She hoped she was right.

Blaise sat next to the Dark Lord himself in the main Hall, awaiting the rather noisy arrival of the mudblood Granger. He blinked, looking tired with it all when in fact, he was quite interested to see what would happen next. Even the Dark Lord was looking rather eager at the momnet, leaning forward in his chair, gazing at the door with wide and determined eyes.

"Master, what are our plans for Granger" Blaise asked him softly.

Voldemort turned his eyes to Blaise but rather than becoming angry at the interruption, he smiled wickedly. "Well Blaise, the plan is simple, we are going to kill Granger"

With the last two words his heavy hand pounded on the table with enoug force to crack it. There was a manic look in his eyes and Blaise became frightened for his saftey as he sat next to the Dark Lord.

Several minutes passed. Voldemort calmed down some and now sat studying a dagger. Emeralds and Silver made the hilt with a blood red ruby at the very end. The blade itself looked sharp and glittered coldly in the light thrown over it by the fire burning in the hearth.

Blaise shivered as he noticed the blade. Of course, Voldemort had to do things the hard way. No clean death for Granger, he was going to literally kill her in cold blood. Blaise could now see that that was indeed the name of the small dagger... Cold Blood. 'I wonder if Alex would like to watch...' he thought with an evil smile. Extended periods of time in Voldemorts presence sort of rubbed off on you.

The door was suddenly thrown open. Voldemort immediately set down the dagger and gazed at the figure approaching. Blaise felt his jaw drop.

Standing before them was a headless horseman, carrying a girl slung over his shoulder. The girl was weakly pounding on his back and shouting in a rather hoarse voice. Without a word (Blaise guessed he couldn't speak if he tried) the horseman set the girl down so that she was sitting on the table, gazing apprehensively around her. When she noticed Voldemort and Blaise, she stifled a small gasp and sat so that she could glare at them.

Beside him, Blaise heard Voldemort give a chuckle. The Dark Lord never laughed. Blaise turned his eyes back to the girl and felt himself heave a sigh.

Hermione Granger was sitting before him, helplessly on the table, awaiting death, and all he wanted to do was get this over with.

A?N What do you think? Is it ok? I can't wait to starty the next chapter, this is getting interesting (to me at least).