Disclaimer: I don't know why I do this, it only depresses me. No, I didn't make up any of the characters here, no I don't own any of them and no, I don't have Draco Malfoy locked up in my room. (I couldn't find a big enough cage.)

A/N Just so you guys know, practically all of my quotes will be from either Angel or Buffy the Vampire Slayer. It's not my fault that they have so many good quotes. And lastly, thank you for all the reviews! Keep 'em coming!

Chapter 4: I Like the Dark

"'Hey guys, maybe we could go out tonight, you know the whole gang!'

'Or you could just sit in here with the lights off again.'

'O thank god!'"

Angel, Cordelia and Doyle Angel

Lucius sat in his dark rooms, brooding. Again.

He always ended the day like this, usually having little to think about other than his work for the Dark Lord. But tonight was different. Tonight he did have something to muse over. Or rather, someone.

He didn't trust Kylie much. When she had came through the door he had sensed power, a lot of power that someone like Kylie should not be in possession of. Witches didn't usually choose to become hookers. And if she was indeed a witch than what was Draco doing bringing her here? He shouldn't have brought anyone here at all, muggle, witch or squib.

Besides, what did Draco need a whore for anyway? He was good looking, he resembled his old man. He could have his way with any woman he chose, he didn't need to pay for sex.

All these combined doubts led Lucius to one conclusion. Conspiracy. To think that his own son would plot against him! It infuriated him.

He took a deep breath to calm himself. He was jumping to conclusions. Draco had not yet done anything to prove himself disloyal. And Kylie, she was a mystery.

But one thing was clear in Lucius' mind. He would have to keep a close eye on them.

Very close.

Chapter 5: What Happened Last Night?

Draco awoke with a fuzzy mind and with Hermione's legs wrapped around his. He took stock of the situation and after piecing together the occurances of the night before he established that nothing had happened. He did remember however that he was scheduled to dine with his father that morning. He had to get a move on. And so did Hermione. He leaned close to her ear and mumbled a little something that would have made a sailor blush.

Hermione woke with a start. She took a glance at her surroundings and winced. "I'm in hell" she groaned and proceeded to smack Draco in the head.

"Ouch," Draco rubbed the pink spot where her hand had landed. "That hurt. Anyways, I thought that since you're awake-"

"Thanks to you."

He ignored that. "-You can begin your duties. Whatever the hell they are."

She gave an exasperated sigh. "I've already told you, I'm supposed to protect you and find out whatever I can and you can't."

That made sense to Draco. Many people didn't trust Draco and censored their conversations around him. It would be good to have another pair of eyes and ears around.

"Well shouldn't you get to it?" Draco asked.

"Why are you so eager to see me leave?" Hermione questioned but making her way to the bathroom all the same.

Draco squashed the sarcastic remark that entered his head and answered truthfully. "I'm having breakfast with my father." He noticed Hermione's shiver at the mention of his dear old dad. He was used to the reaction.

Hermione emerged from the bathroom wearing a cream sweater and dark jeans. Draco stared at her in shock.

"You aren't wearing that are you?"

"Why not? I love this outfit." Hermione huffed.

"So would I, if Narcissa wore it!" he exclaimed.

"What's that supposed to mean?" She replied hotly.

"You're supposed to be a hooker! Can't you dress a little more…" he struggled for the word. "Trashy?" he finished.

Hermione was floored. "I don't own any trashy clothes!" She exclaimed.

At first Hermione thought that Draco was going to storm out of the room, but instead he yanked open a drawer and pulled out some slightly rumpled clothes.

"Wear these." He muttered sourly, thrusting them into Hermione's hand.

Hermione looked at the clothes and then back up at Draco. He must be out of his mind if he thinks I'm wearing these! But seeing no laughter on Draco's face she sighed inwardly and stalked back into the bathroom. As she changed, she was able to edge in another question.

"Wear did you get these anyway?" She poked her head out of the bathroom in time to see Draco stare at her dumbly. "You know what? I don't want to know.