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A/N: This story isn't going to be quick, Hermione and Draco are not going to fall in love quick, it's going to take time. Sorry just bare with me. Also…I started writing this before Harry Potter 6 came out so let's just pretend that we are moving on from Harry Potter 5 ok? I'll write another one, taking place after Harry Potter 6 in a little while ok?

Good.

Let's begin.

Summary: (Draco and Hermione are on their way to their final year at Hogwarts. Draco made it as head Boy but Hermione has nothing. Her grades dropped at the end of last year. Everything about her life before the death of parents has disappeared.

But the cool calm Slytherin Prince has a few dark secrets of his own.)

Chapter 5

He was standing in the black void again.

SHE was there, he could feel it. HER breath was warm against his neck, sending shivers down his spine. He spun around, hoping to catch a glimpse of her, a sign that she actually existed, but there was no one there.

Soft fleeting hands went to the back of his head and his chest; long elegant fingers entangled themselves in his hair. HER touch was like fire, SHE pulled him close.

His breath caught as he caught a whiff of HER scent. It reminded him of wild roses, beautiful but dangerous. He took a deep breath committing HER scent to memory.

Soft light lips searched for his, kissing every where on his face but his awaiting lips.

He raised his hands to her face holding her still. His fingers skimmed across soft hair, twirling around a loose lock.

A soft musical voice reached to him from the darkness of the void.

"I am sorry."

He let out a small sigh.

"It is not your fault." he replied.

He slowly lowered his head until finally their lips met. The fingers that had been playfully twisting his hair, turned to a slight pull as HER breath caught.

His arms slowly dropped to her waist, wrapping her in his strong embrace.

HER arms slowly made their way to his neck, wrapping themselves lightly around. SHE pulled him closer, deepening the kiss.

His tongue lightly brushed against her lip, asking for entry. HER lips stayed closed for what seemed like hours, taunting him. Before finally opening slowly. His tongue slide slowly out of its prison, into her awaiting mouth…

The car slowly pulled to a stop outside Kings Cross Station. The driver of the black Rolls Royce stepped out of the car headed towards the station, and collected a trolley for the young Master Malfoy's luggage.

Draco woke with a grimace.

The dream had seemed so real. He could still feel her in his arms. Oh and her lips…

Draco let out a small moan as he recalled the soft sweetness of them.

He looked out the window, and sighed deeply. He was of to his final year at Hogwarts, and surprisingly he was looking forward to it.

He couldn't wait to final rid himself of the deep sick feeling that the Malfoy manor seemed able to embed into his very soul. He shuddered.

He slowly opened his door and stepped out into the muggle world. He calmly grabbed his black jacket from the back seat before slamming the door closed. He quickly threw the jacket on before any one noticed his scars.

Yes… he had scars; the beautiful flawless Malfoy had scars. They covered his back and his neck. Some of them never closed, forever inflicting pain.

They were all created by his father, and the incredible anger that everyone knew resided in Lucius Malfoy.

But the most recent ones covered his arms, from his wrists to his elbow. These were self-inflicted. He seemed to love the feel of blood spilling from him, to feel it run down his arm to finally slowly drip to the ground. He was addicted to it. He would laugh as the blood flowed from his arm, he liked to feel in control, and he wanted to control his own destiny. If he wanted to die, he would slit his own throat. But life's a bitch sometimes, and he still wasn't ready.

Not yet anyway.

He sometimes covered his arms with concealment charms, but today he just didn't have the energy.

The chauffeur placed all his belongings onto the trolley before turning to Draco.

"Will that be all sir?'

His voice sounded incredibly bored.

"Yeah that's it. You can leave."

Draco turned his back on the chauffeur as he bowed to him.

He grabbed the trolley and headed towards platform 9 3/4. His black owl Menthu (A: N for all of my lovely readers who don't know who Menthu is he is the Egyptian god of war.) sat quietly in his cage, his golden eyes ever watching.

He stepped through the barrier of platform 9 ¾. He felt a heavy wait lift from his shoulders. He let out another long sigh and looked towards the clock, which read 11:15.

Great. He thought. I have heaps of time. But let's hope this year is better than last.

He headed towards the train, knocking aside anyone that stood in his way with his trolley.

"Draco!" A squeal came from the ever increasing crowd of students, piling on to the train.

He shuddered.

Great. He thought. She's here.

A tall beautiful Pansy Parkinson, ran to him from the crowd, with her arms spread wide.

She was dressed in a very short mini skirt, and a very tight pink t-shirt. The sight of her almost made his knees buckle. The skirt and top suited her. The tight shirt showed of her breasts, and the skirt reached just below the top of her golden thighs.

He sighed as she slid her arms under his jacket and around his waist pulling him into a very passionate kiss. She was amazing.

But compared to his dream girl she was nothing.

He pushed her away.

"What the hell do you think you are doing Pansy?" he asked voice low and threatening.

She looked up to him, and pouted. The sight of her attempting to pout made him back away. It brought back way too many memories.

"What's wrong Drakey don't you like my kisses any more? You always used to love them. Are you ok? You don't look good."

"I'm fine Pansy," He muttered, "I always have been, till of course you decided to go fuck every guy in the whole fucking school behind my back. So why don't you just fuck of Pansy. We are over and we have been for ages."

The shocked look on Pansy's face spurred him on.

"And I never want to see you again, you revolt me. From your clothing to your face, everything about you brings back way to many memories."

With that he turned from the shocked Pansy and walked towards the train. He reached the door to the train and piled his stuff onboard. Dragging his stuff behind him he headed towards the end of the train. Close to the end of the train Terry Boot, a stupid boy from Ravenclaw, intercepted him.

He seemed really nervous in front of Draco, which made him smirk. He seemed to have that effect on people.

"P..P...Professor M M McGonagall w...would like to see you in the heads carriage, now. Its down near the front of the train. Um… she wanted me to come and get you."

Draco rolled his eyes.

"Sure whatever, but I'm not carting all my belongings all the way up there, and back. You can put them in the end compartment for me, ok?"

Terry quickly nodded and took Malfoy's belongings off of him.

"You better put my stuff in one of the end compartments or I'll kill you."

He stared after Terry then turned on his heel and headed towards the heads compartment, where Professor McGonagall waited with Lavender Brown.

"Ah finally Mr. Malfoy decided to join us. Miss Brown here has been waiting with me for the last 10 minutes." She gave Draco an accusing look.

He just stared at her. He didn't really give a damn.

"Well now that we can get started, I would like to welcome you both to your final year a Hogwarts. You have been both chosen as Head Boy and Girl for your skills and ability to behave appropriately. This year you will be living in separate dorms but that does not mean you can slack off on your duties. You will be holding regular meetings with the prefects, on issues such as, this years Halloween ball, and patrols, among other things. But for now you are expected to patrol the train and help any students that need it."

She waved her hand irritably

"I expect you to work together, I don't want any excuses!"

She cast another accusing look a Draco.

"Now that I have spoken I will see you at the end of the welcoming feast to show you to your dorms, until then, goodbye."

She turned to leave, and then turned one last time.

"I almost forgot. Mr. Malfoy, the headmaster would like to see you after the feast. For what reasons I have know idea. Now that will be all."

With one last flourish of her robes she exited the compartment, with both students staring after her. The hair on the back of Draco's neck stood on end. Someone was watching him. He turned to see Lavender staring at him.

She doesn't t look to bad, He thought. I might fuck her later if I could be stuffed. She always was good. For a Gryffindor that is.

"You patrol, I can't be bothered."

He turned and left the compartment, leaving shocked Lavender in his wake.

The train had been going for some time now. Fields and trees whizzed past the train. He slowly walked to the end of the train. Hermione woke. Silent tears were running down her face leaving tiny tracks down her cheeks. The train had started to move and it looked like they had been going for some time.

"No chance of turning back now is there Crookshanks?"

Hermione whispered to her cat, which was curled up on the other seat sleeping as usual.

She wished she could do that, sleep whenever you wanted, not having to worry about nightmares waking you.

She curled back down into a ball, slowing her breathing, hoping to fall back into the welcoming embrace of sleep.

This might be my compartment. Draco thought

He slowly slid the door across, but he didn't enter as he realized the compartment was occupied. There lying on the seat, head supported by her arm was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Her brown bushy hair covered her face and arms, but the smell of roses was faint in the air. Her breathing was slow and steady, and she seemed to be asleep.

He breathed deeply. This was the girl of his dreams.

Hermione sat up quickly, her face was vacant; she didn't let one emotion show. The deep breath had warned her of someone's presence in her compartment. Draco hissed.

Hermione turned towards the door. And there stood Draco Malfoy.

This thing is supposed to be the girl of my dreams. There must be some mistake. Not a hope in hell can she be HER.

"Oh it's you." He said, voice dripping with poison.

Hermione just dropped her eyes to the ground and didn't say anything.

"What are you doing down here?"

He wanted an explanation and he wanted it now!

This filthy Mudblood could not and would not be his girl.

"Why aren't you with the Potty and Weasel? They are your best friends aren't they?"

Hermione stiffened at his remark.

"I saw them near the front of the train, if you want to go and talk to them."

He was angry, he was pissed, and his conscience was messing with him, making him fall hard for a mudblood.

She turned back to the window, he sneered.

"You're pathetic Mudblood."

He turned to leave.

"Don't ever mention them near me again Malfoy, or I swear I will kill you."

He turned back to her, his sneer falling from his face.

Her voice was barley a whisper, but from the sound of it Draco suspected she meant it. He turned back to the door and quickly entered the opposite compartment.

Hermione didn't look up, she was over him.

She just couldn't be bothered to fight back anymore.

Life wasn't worth it.

That my faithful readers, was chapter 4

I hope you liked it, it took up 8 pages! Go me!

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