Chapter 1
Blackness
The darkness engulfed Hermione, like the jaws of an unknown beast. The 18 year old knew she shouldn't be afraid, but a tight, jerking felling of her senses told her that there was someone besides her in that forsaken alley. In a matter of seconds, she knew she should have trusted her senses, but it was too late. A cold hand struck her shoulder, barely missing her head. Her senses told her to turn and face the danger, but she hesitated, and once again was too late. The hand came back for revenge as a fist that struck the side of her jaw. As she fell her hair unraveled from her hair tie and fell across her face, so her eyes could reveal nothing. The back of her head scraped a rock and she fell out of consciousness.
She awoke in a dark room with heavy curtains blocking out any chance of sunlight. She found she was lying on an enormous bed with bed hangings surrounding her. When she opened the hangings she found Dark Artifacts watching her every move. A sneering voice came from the shadows in the corner, "Well, well the mud blood has awoken. From the peaceful slumber that you were in before you went from stunning to absolutely beautiful."
At once she knew who had spoken, "So Mr. Malfoy, What are you planning to do now?" said Hermione.
"Let my lips, tell your lips," Malfoy whispered sulkily," when I get to them."
" Y-y-you stay away from me," she tried to say, yet it just came out as a frightened whisper. She tried to roll off the bed, yet again she was too late, Draco snatched her arm and pulled her into him. He forced her lips against his and only refrained from kissing to whisper "I love you," repeatedly in her ears. She succumbed to his words and gave in. He slowly lowered onto the velvety pillows.
Blackness
The darkness engulfed Hermione, like the jaws of an unknown beast. The 18 year old knew she shouldn't be afraid, but a tight, jerking felling of her senses told her that there was someone besides her in that forsaken alley. In a matter of seconds, she knew she should have trusted her senses, but it was too late. A cold hand struck her shoulder, barely missing her head. Her senses told her to turn and face the danger, but she hesitated, and once again was too late. The hand came back for revenge as a fist that struck the side of her jaw. As she fell her hair unraveled from her hair tie and fell across her face, so her eyes could reveal nothing. The back of her head scraped a rock and she fell out of consciousness.
She awoke in a dark room with heavy curtains blocking out any chance of sunlight. She found she was lying on an enormous bed with bed hangings surrounding her. When she opened the hangings she found Dark Artifacts watching her every move. A sneering voice came from the shadows in the corner, "Well, well the mud blood has awoken. From the peaceful slumber that you were in before you went from stunning to absolutely beautiful."
At once she knew who had spoken, "So Mr. Malfoy, What are you planning to do now?" said Hermione.
"Let my lips, tell your lips," Malfoy whispered sulkily," when I get to them."
" Y-y-you stay away from me," she tried to say, yet it just came out as a frightened whisper. She tried to roll off the bed, yet again she was too late, Draco snatched her arm and pulled her into him. He forced her lips against his and only refrained from kissing to whisper "I love you," repeatedly in her ears. She succumbed to his words and gave in. He slowly lowered onto the velvety pillows.