First it was his eventless days, and then it turned into his dark and depressed days. Then, the worst day in Draco Malfoy's life. He went to Lord Voldemort, knowing this very thought would rip Hermione apart. But without her, nothing mattered to Draco anymore. Doing this meant leaving everything he gained from going out with Hermione in the first place. Thomas, muggle clothing that he had found very comfortable, his whole new life was being thrown away.

Of course, finding Voldemort was the hard part. No one had any idea where he was, save his death-eaters. They had considered Draco a traitor. So, he had to find someone that didn't know anything about his love life.

Draco grabbed a death-eater that he recognized one night and pulled him into the alley. "Where is Voldemort?"

"How would I know where Voldemort is?" asked the man.

"I'm a Malfoy. Lucius Malfoy was my father. It is my turn to follow Voldemort's steps. I know for a fact you work with him," growled Draco.

"Ah, yes, I can see the features, hold on," said the man. Draco grabbed his wrist and apparated to Voldemort's hideout. "My Lord." The man got on his knees. Draco followed suit.

"You may leave Lorgainie," hissed Voldemort. The man, Lorgainie, bowed himself out of the room. "Why have you come here Draco Malfoy?"

"I have learned from my mistakes. All mudbloods are filth that need to be terminated," Draco tried to swallow the knot that had formed in his mouth.

"What has changed you mind about them?" asked Voldemort.

"One has broke my heart twice sir," said Draco, "I still can't believe I took her back again, sir."

"To prove your loyalty," hissed Voldemort, "you will kill her."

Draco's stomach clenched, the knot grew tighter, and his fists grew sweaty, but he ignored them. "Yes, my Lord."

"Do not come back until you have killed her," said Voldemort.

"Yes sir," said Draco. He, too, bowed himself out of the room.

Draco apparated to his apartment and paced his room. He couldn't kill her. He still loved her. 'But she broke my heart twice,' thought Draco. "I won't stand for it!"

Thomas walked in. "Stand for what?" He looked at Draco oddly.

"Nothing," lied Draco. "Leave me alone." Thomas sighed and walked out, shutting the door.

Hermione woke up in the middle of the night, sweating again. That dream came back. No, it wasn't a dream; it was a memory. The day before Hermione last went to Draco's house; Pansy had paid her a little visit...

... "If you can't make yourself stay away from Draco, then I will make you," sneered Pansy.

"Pansy! He doesn't like you! And you can't make me do anything!" said Hermione.

"You're right, I can't make you do anything," Pansy smiled evilly. "But this can, Imperio!"

Hermione heard Pansy's voice, echoing in some part of her brain...You'll break-up with Draco the next time you see him and you will tell no one it was me who did this or I will kill you"

She wasn't strong enough to throw the spell off. Hermione was so furious with herself, and she wanted to tell someone, but she was completely terrified of Pansy. Hermione knew she meant every word she had said that day. Hermione was close to throwing off the spell, but never succeeded.

She heard that Draco was going through depression from Thomas and that Draco might do something he would regret later. Hermione told him that she was sorry, but she didn't love Draco anymore. She almost told him what happened, but she remembered Pansy's threat.

A/N: well, here chapter 5! I hope you guys just luvs it...ok...its sad I know, but I like it! review and tell me what you think!