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A/N: ok no thankyous here because I'm straight into this after chapter 4 and I doubt I have anymore reviews.

Chapter Five: Draco's Confession

It had been a week since the bathroom incident and after a few tense moments around Malfoy in class and in the common room she had completely forgotten her oath. Classes had once again over run Hermione's life. Life was almost like the one she had lived last year, with the Gryffindor's.

It was the first Hogsmeade visit of the year and Harry, Ron and Hermione sat around in the Three Broomsticks chatting away happily. All she could think about was how extremely happy she was. Then, like usual, a certain someone, cloaked and looking extremely suspicious, ruined her mood. Her eyes followed him; I wonder what you're up to…

"Oh gosh, would you look at the time, I was meant to met Ginny 10 minutes ago, I gotta go!"

"Want us to come?" Harry asked.

"No, no, ill be fine, stay here and enjoy yourselves, I'll meet you here in an hour."

She hurriedly left the three broomsticks and rushed off in the direction Malfoy was headed. He walked with the utmost grace and speed, weaving through passer-bys. Hermione needed to jog to keep up with him. Draco had walked into an area with fewer people, none of which Hermione recognized. She made sure she kept a fair way behind him and that her head was bowed as much as possibly with out loosing sight of him.

Her suspicions deepened when Malfoy turned off the main pathway and into an alleyway. As she reached his turn-off she peered round the corner just in time to see his cape disappear around another corner. She speed walked down the alley, sticking close to the wall.

"She doesn't have a clue ok!"

Malfoy! She thought and she stopped and once again peered round the corner. He was off in the distance so she skilfully ran bent over and hid behind 3 trash cans. From her knew position she could make out another figure, she was unsure who though.

"Are you positive?" came the unknown figure.

"Absolutely."

"Are you sticking to the plan, your father seems to think you're… shall we say, untrustworthy"

"I am more that capable! I'd like to see you try, the mudblood ain't exactly dumb, is she?"

Hermione gasped, they were talking about her, she was Draco's mudblood, there was no one else, he was going to kill her!

"What was that," the stranger looked around, Hermione slapped her hand to her mouth, "you said you weren't followed."

"Go! I'll deal with her, quickly, before she sees your face."

There was a neat crack as the man disapparated and the clanging of trash can lids and Hermione was heaved to her feet by an angry looking Draco.

"I thought I told you this doesn't concern you!" he roared and she cowered.

No, I can't let him get to me!

"You were certainly concerning me the other day when you forced yourself on me!"

"Forced…?" he said awkwardly, "I thought you wanted me to, then you slapped me and… maybe I should tell you, but then if they find out, oh god…" he trailed off. "Lets find some where safe to talk."

He grabbed her wrist and led her down a maze of alley ways and finally in through a door.

"Lumos."

The room Hermione found herself in was not of the shabby quality she had expected. It was quiet pleasant actually. The walls were lined in bookshelfs and in the far corner was a regal looking bed. There was a fire place and a squishy black armchair.

Draco looked at her sheepishly, "Dad made sure if Hogwarts was ever uncomfortable, I'd have a place to go."

"Oh," she replied, still shaken yet determined to find out the truth.

He waved an arm offering her the armchair. After taking it, he lit the fire place and the room was splashed in brighter light. It was a feast of green and black.

"Well," she said impatiently, "spill it."

He gulped and looked around nervously, as though he were searching for the right words.

"I'm scared Hermione," was what he found.

She looked shocked. First of all, he'd said her first name, and second, a Malfoy scared?

Hearing no response, he continued.

"I can't do it but if I don't, then they'll kill me. I don't want to die."

Hermione swallowed, "what can't you do, why will they kill you Draco?"

"But you're so beautiful Hermione, I have only just realised. Far too beautiful for me to go through with it."

"What, I'm far too beautiful for you to do what?" she asked panicking.

"I have feelings for you, I tried to hide them but I can't, not now. I can't let them!"

Not hearing what he was saying she kept screaming, "what do you have to do, who's telling you!"

"It may even be love, but I didn't notice because I was wrapped up in my father's hatred of your kind."

"Is it your father who has you talking like this?"

"No," he answered like he was hearing her all of a sudden, "it is him. He wants me to hurt you, but I won't, I won't do it."

Hermione was in a fluster. Draco meant Voldemort, she knew he did.

He raised his head and looked in her eyes.

"the Dark Lord wants you dead," he said in almost a whisper before running up to her, standing her up and holding her as close as he could.

Poor, poor Hermione, if only she had seen Draco's smirk as he lifted his head from her shoulder.

A/N: He he he (cackles evilly) there you go. Chapter six coming soon. It's so not what you think! R&R

waterbaby426threeosts: by the way, I had meant to put that '-ed' where I did, thanks for reviewing!