Rating: R

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(a/n): wow thank you all so much for reading and reviewing that last chapter I didn't really like it very much so thank you a lot. This chapter is better I think, I might go back and change the 9th chapter and make it a little better and more fun to read so watch for my author notes , I will let you know if I change anything. But all you really needed to get from chapter 9 is that Draco brought her to the hospital, he left her a note, Dumbeldore found the note, Hermione recovered , Harry figured out that Voldemort would be in her dreams and lastly you found out that she has nightmares where she dreams of Draco, not knowing it is him of course saying "Granger for once don't fight me" so thank you a lot I love you all as though you were the fruit if my womb……is that weird? Anyways please review, the more that I get the faster I will update I promise.

Chapter 10

Hermione lay in the cold grass thrashing under the curses of the 9 men surrounding her. His eyes were green and shown with hatrad towards her. She was screaming and crying trying to force the pain down. Her heart was beating in her head but the throbbing pain was drumming out the sound of her heart. She could no longer move as she listened to their laughing and shouting, her screams matching their taunts. And then she was warm and wrapped in strong arms. "Granger, for once don't fight me."

Hermione was haunted by nightmares. They always had the same effect on her and she always woke wanting to know who he was. Yet she did not know him.

Word quickly spread that Hermione had been attacked by death eaters. And in no time at all the whole school knew that a large group of grown death eaters had tried to kill her. But seeing as no one knew who had saved her the school had to invent a story to satisfy their own curiosity.

Both Harry and Ron denied that it was them so that left the school with two stories: 1) the school knowing how hurt Hermione had been, assumed that the death eaters beat her and cursed her to their hearts desires and then decided to let her go and them being kind and gentle men , as every one knows death eaters are, took Hermione back to Hogwarts, getting past the wards perfectly fine, and then taking humanity to a new level by placing her in a warm bed in the hospital.

Now that angle of the story could be seen as somewhat unreasonable so there was the other story: 2) Hermione being surprised by the many men was not able to stop there first attacks but in time she over powered them with her quick wit, being the top student in her year as well as others, Hermione had the death eaters fleeing her wrath in no time at all, of course all of this was done wandless because she is brilliant and brilliance needs no wand. Once she was sure that all of them were gone she dragged her bloody and wounded self, the more dramatic the more realistic, No, up to the hospital wing where she was cured.

Of course both stories are completely untrue but that didn't stop Draco from listening in on them every time she was mentioned.

In fact Draco found himself quite alarmed with all of the attention that his mind was giving Hermione Granger. Of course he had saved her life but now he discovered that he wanted to protect her even more.

During meals Draco's eyes would wonder to the Gryffindor table searching to make sure that she had made it to the meal, as though the walk down the hall had the possibility of causing mortal danger. During classes he watched as she raised her left hand, always favoring her right shoulder. His eyes wondered as she passed him in the hall. He found her strength captivating, after such an ordeal that must have taken from her, she never showed it.

Draco found himself turning around in classes more to see how she reacted to certain people and certain situations. Each one intriguing him more then the last. He never followed her, but when she crossed his path he never made a comment. Which to Harry, Ron, and Hermione, was worse then his snide remarks. When they expected a foul comment they only got a smirk. When they expected a duel, baiting him with insults, they only got a smirk, traditional of all Malfoys but bested by Draco himself.

But he was worried. Today their DADA professor would be returning from his month long absence. Students and staff alike, believed that he was attending a conference, joined by other DADA teachers, where they would be experimenting with the possibility of shielding the unforgivable curses. But those who know what he was, knew better.

Both Snape and Draco knew that he had been in hiding recovering from his many injuries. The dark lord had not been pleased when he had let his mark slip through his fingers. Especially when he and his nine men had had her surrounded and defenseless. The dark lord did not tolerate failure and with his new found obsession with Hermione Granger her escape had angered him to the point of abusing all of the men that had, to his knowledge, been responsible for her get away.

But now Professor Padrik Falkus Torenz had returned. Green eyes shinning with a demand for redemption.

The Gryffindors filled into the Defense class and made their way to their seats at the back of the room. This teacher, Professor Torenz, was good, he knew his Dark Arts, but he, just like Snape tended to favor the Slytherins just a bit.

As the last bell rang Draco and his group of friends made their way into the room and sat in the front of the class. When Draco first saw Torenz he gave him a small nod welcoming him back.

Torenz began class by taking roll. So far he had held his gaze from wondering to both Harry and Hermione.

"Ms. Granger?" He let his gaze fall on her. It was her fault that he now feared for his life. His lord was none to pleased with his resent failure and none to shy in his form of expressing it.

He looked at the girl and the way that she held her self upright and the way her eyes held a new spark, one of defiance. (a/n: ok so that may be a little contradictory from the last chapter but I sort of changed that…she wants revenge and through she is still sort of reserved a little she is not that changed….if you have any questions please ask them I will of course answer…ok back to the story)

Torenz looked at her. He sought restitution for the damage that she had caused him. He would get the dark lord to value him again. He would have to show his worth. He would have to give the dark lord a gift.

No one noticed however that through out the entire class Torenz keep his gaze close to Hermione. No one saw that his green eyes flared with disgust each time Hermione answered a question correctly, well on one but Draco, who happened to be watching.

Quidditch was this weekend, this was the game that the school waited for. It was Slytherin vs. Gryffindor.

As the students walked through the halls the tension that the match was causing was felt everywhere. This game caused more tension and hype then the other games, seeing as the rivalry spread through out the entire school. Players were cheered on by their supporters and bad mouthed by their opponents. Harry wanted this. A chance to play Slytherin was always accepted.

"No one do anything too exhausting during the night? We don't have practice tomorrow. You all did well I'm giving you a few days off. We just better win."

Draco didn't use the shower in the lockers but instead the marble shower that was his. He had a meeting tonight and needed to check up on Torenz before they left.

Still in his Quidditch uniform Draco knocked on Torenz's office door.

"Yes?"

"How are your wounds?" Draco asked sarcastically, almost like he cared.

"I am fine."

"Good, he wants you there tonight, he wasn't sure if you would be able to feel your mark burn, seeing as it burns non-stop." One of the many punishments Torenz was subject to was that his mark burned persistently.

"What is tonight?"

"New recruits are being brought in, everyone must be present to witness it." With that said Draco made to leave the room.

"I have a plan you know."

'yes, I bet you do' thought Draco who knew all too well what Torenz was planning. "Really?" he asked, not actually sure he wanted to know, "Care to enlighten me?"

"He will trust me again, all I have to do is pull this off and then he'll beg me to join his elite."

"Really? And what exactly is it that you must pull off first?" But Draco already knew what it was, he would need her.

"I'll give him Granger."

"And tell me how are you going to get her?" Draco held a cold indifference, almost bored tone, showing his doubt. But he was worried. Torenz was a dangerous man, not exceptionally smart but dangerous.

Torenz either didn't notice Draco's doubt or choose to act as though he hadn't. "During the match, there will be so many people around no one will notice, plus Potter and Weasley wont be there guarding her."

"If you fuck up again, you'll die." It was the truth, he would.

"I won't, not even Potter will be there this time. But it will be worth it, all of his punishments, you know he wants her. Whoever gives her to him, will be rewarded beyond thought, and if I'm the one to bring her to him. He will love me again."

"He loves no one. And you don't give Granger enough credit."

"How so… that is disgusting. What does the mudblood have?"

"Unlike you," Draco replied, "she has friends in very high places, if you do fuck it up, they will do worse then kill you."

"This is for the Dark Lord's love. We will win, and her friends will no longer matter, and then we will see who is worse then dead."

Draco bowed his head slightly, acknowledging both the Dark Lord's success and his own departure.

Draco shifted his weight for the fifth time. As he came to rest on his left foot he kept his head down and listened to more of what the Dark Lord had to say. He had been in a large dark dungeon for the last two hours watching as his generation gave themselves up to Voldemort. His disgust was hidden behind his eyes, giving an air of disinterest that only a true pureblood could pull off.

Even the new 43 wizards and witches sacrificing their souls for one man's madness would not allow his mind to stop thinking of Hermione Granger. Over the last year or so, Voldemort had developed a new plan of taking Harry Potter down. He had decided that all he needed was Hermione. But as the dark lord watched her, followed her and studied her, she became an obsession to him. Something that both fascinated him and angered him at the same time.

Draco raised his brow and openly smirked, before him stood the last of the dark lord's recruits. Kneeling not ten feet away from him was the person he had been waiting for.

Marcus Flint kneeled down in front of Voldemort and bowed his head, bearing his neck to the blood red eyes of the dark lord. Flint had always been jealous of the darkness. He had feared the light, something no evil should. Flint is a weak man, which is clearly shown by his choice of future.

But not all death eaters are weak. They may have weak minds but their power and what they chooses to do is a thing that does not tolerate weakness, but thrives on strength and the ability to manipulate those that are weaker.

Flint had neither power, will, or influence of any kind. He had tried to take Draco under his wing when Malfoy had first come to Hogwarts in hope that Draco would put in a good word for him to Lucius. But it took only a short time for Flint to see that Draco lacked nothing.

Flint had rage, which seeing as he was joining in a war is a good thing. But his anger was not directed at muggles and mudbloods alike, but at the men that had the characteristics he wished for. Flint would soon be killed, Draco could tell, he was to compliant and too willing to serve. He bear his neck with no concern as to whom he was succumbing to.

As Flint stepped out of the dark lord's path, whimpering in pain as he openly clung to his newly marked arm the next man stepped forward. Draco's smirked dropped and suddenly pain streaked across his face as he saw Lukaov, his cousin roll up his left sleeve.

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