Chapter 14

"What do you value more mudblood? Your life or his?" Lucius stepped out of the darkness of the corridor behind her, placing a blade below at her neck. Hermione didn't answer at first. She didn't know what to say. Was he serious?

"What do you mean by that question?" She asked cautiously. Who know what answer he would give.

"What I mean by that question is that if you do not stop this mess you are creating I will kill you and Draco if he does not become one of the Death Eaters. I worked all my life to make sure he came to follow Voldemont and I will not let you destroy something I worked so hard create!" He slit her throat just enough to draw blood and threw her to the wall like the worthless piece of crap he thought she was.

"Do you really think that my last visit was the last? I told you before and I will tell u again u will come to me and I will kill you!" That was his last words before he kicked her a few times and left. And that was it. It was over and she couldn't be happier just because he was gone.

"God… It's never going to end." Hermione scrambled trying to get off the floor. She held a hand on her neck to see how deep the cut was; luckily its wasn't anything that she was going to die from, but still deep enough to make her bleed. She wondered if Draco was still around, now would be more than enough of a good time to tell him about his father. Apparently Lucius wasn't disguised as his son anymore. It wasn't like she was going to change him was it? She had never really thought much on the subject of Death Eaters along with the two of them. It was just starting to get to hard to pull this off. Truly she should Draco, she really did. But things now were getting worse and worse everyday. Could she really think that Draco was going to be there to save her every time his father showed up from now on? And now the issue of the death threat didn't make anything better. She didn't know what to do. Whether to run to find Draco or just go back to the dorms, clean herself up, and act like it never happened again.

She decided to go look for Draco, walking down the long corridor making occasion glances behind her. Even though she wanted to see him, she was having last minute thoughts: What was she going to do when she got there? What was she going to say? Would he believe her? She hoped he would for she would have no hope if he didn't.

But before she could continue her thoughts she was grabbed by someone and dragged into a strange room.

"What happened to you?" It was Draco. Hermione sighed deeply, feeling relaxed once again. For here she was safe.

"It was your father. He's done it before… I never thought to tell you until now. He threatened to kill me if I continued this thing that we have and he'll kill you too if you don't become a Death Eater. Please Draco stop this madness. I don't know what to do anymore. I thought if I avoided it would end, but it seems that things are only getting worse." She trembled as the tears came. She couldn't hold it in anymore. It was just wasn't working, trying to avoid it.

"Why didn't you tell me this before Hermione! Why? I could have ended this a long time before. I never wanted to become one of those Death Eaters. I never wanted to be part of all the hurt, and pain they cause. I never wanted to be along side Voldemont. I never thought once about myself doing those things. I may act all big and bad, but I couldn't stand the guilt I would feel for killing those people for one day. Oh Hermione don't let him scare you with his threats. I will make sure he won't touch you again, never again, I promise. Tell me when things like this happen. It makes it much easier for me to deal with it later. Come on lets get you cleaned up." He led her toward a small bathroom inside the room. She wondered if this room was something his father bought for him. It would make sense wouldn't it? He had the money to do such a thing as this.

He wiped the cut on her neck and took care of other injuries found on her arms. He then laid her down on the bed while he took a seat on the couch.

"You can sleep there for tonight." He said grabbing a book facing the fire.

"Thank you."

"Your welcome." Hermione tried to get to sleep, but the flipping of pages were keeping her awake. She got up from the bed just to stand in front of him to some what annoy him in the process.

"What is it?" He asked dropping the book on a table beside him.

"I can't go to sleep with you flipping pages. Its annoying."

"Well what else am I supposed to do? I can't get to sleep on this couch and reading seems to do the trick most times."

"You could… um… well you could…" She dragged out the sentence hoping he would get the point.

"What was that? I didn't get it?" He asked looking strangely at her for the suggestion he was waiting to hear.

"You could… come sleep in the bed with me… if you want." She said looking towards the floor blushing from what she had just said.

"I would love to. Come along then." He said getting up carefully from the couch to move towards one side of the bed. She climbed in with him at the same time, both were looking shyly at each other. She scooted over to the middle along side him.

"This seems weird." She said as she felt his hand land lightly on her waist.

"How so?" He asked nudging his face into her neck.

"I don't know… it seems to perfect."

"That would be a good thing. Go to sleep now." He said lightly into her ear. Both soon feel asleep to the sound of the crackling fire.