Disclaimer: Is Not mine, but you knew that.

A/N: I do not speak French and I do not claim to know anything about French. The little French I have here I translated from English from a translation sight. So if it is completely wrong, don't blame me, blame the sight. Well… I suppose you could blame me because I used the site, but that is besides the point. Any ways, enjoy!

Hermione smiled to herself as she remembered the way Malfoy had been blatantly staring at her when she opened her bedroom door. 'I guess he sees that I am more female than he had ever thought' she amusingly thought. But of course, after a moment, he went back to his arrogant self. From the moment the two stepped out of the castle Malfoy began a long winded rant about how women use glamour charms to deceive men into liking them. Hermione ignored him the whole time, knowing that would infuriate him even more. And it did; the longer they walked, the more agitated Malfoy became. By the time the pair reached Zonko's it took all of Hermione's energy not to slap him across his precious pretty boy face. Instead she hissed "Shut up ferret" right before they walked up to their friends.

When the group saw Hermione, they were full of praises over her 'new' look. They were all glad that she had finally decided to just be herself. And it didn't hurt that she looked much more fashionable now, even though the style was much different than what pureblood wizards were used to seeing. Her clothes suited her; edgy, sharp, slightly sweet with a tinge of danger. After about ten minutes, tired of hearing praises to Hermione, Draco announced that he was going to check out the new bookstore, Reamer's Realm.

"Hey Mya, didn't you want to go to that new bookstore?" said Millicent, eager to get Ron away from her. His drooling was making her very upset.

"What, Millie?" Hermione hadn't heard Draco's announcement or Millicent's question.

"That new bookstore, didn't you want to go?" Millicent was trying hard not to show how irritated she was, after all, it wasn't Hermione's fault that Ron was acting like a dog in heat.

"Oh yeah? Did you want to come?"

"No, but Draco's going, so now you can't complain about not having company."

"But I don't want to go with him!"

Draco walked over and grabbed her arm. "Stop being a baby, Granger, there's no use arguing. Maybe if you're a good girl I might throw a shiny galleon your way so you can buy something."

Hermione scoffed. "I don't need your dirty money. Now get off me!" And with that pulled her arm away and stalked off.

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Hermione ran her finger across the bindings of the books in the wizard history section of Reamer's Realm. This store was much larger than Flourish and Botts and had a larger variety of books. Another positive attribute about the size of the bookstore was that she had no idea where Malfoy was. The minute the two had entered the store they took off in different directions, and for this Hermione was grateful. Spending so much time with him was wearing on her nerves and she desperately needed a break. She hadn't seen him for the past forty-five minutes and she was happy for every minute of it. "He's probably in the dark arts section thinking of new ways to hex me" she mumbled under her breath.

"Ahh, the pretty lady is interested in the dark arts? I knew I liked you when I saw you walk in" came a gravely voice with a strong accent. Hermione turned around and found a scarred-faced, middle-aged man with stringy hair staring intently at her. "I could show you a thing or two about the dark arts pretty lady."

Not wanting to be rude but wanting the creepy man to leave she said, "No thank you", smiled and started to turn back around. But before she could do so, the man grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her against the wall. "That wasn't a question." he hissed in her ear and he pressed himself closely to her.

"Get off of me!" Hermione shrieked, hoping that someone was nearby. She had never thought that it would be dangerous to venture to the very back of the most isolated section of the store. Obviously people weren't as interested in history as she was.

"I do whatever I want, whenever I want pretty lady" the man said dangerously as he began to slide his right hand up her leg. "And what I want now is you."

Hermione closed her eyes, willing herself to stop the tears from forming. She prayed that somebody, anybody, would come and find her. Why had she put her wand in her purse and not in the waist of her skirt?

"Get off of her right now" growled a low voice behind the man. Hermione's eyes flew open and saw Malfoy standing behind the man looking angrier than she had ever seen him. And that was saying something; she had seen him fight during the war.

The man chuckled into her ear. He slowly turned around. "Now why would I listen to…" he started to say until he saw who was standing before him. His eyes became wide when he said, "M-Monsieur Malfoy?" The man began to tremble.

Malfoy grabbed the man's collar roughly and threw him to the ground. He stood over him and said calmly, "J'irai facile sur vous parce que la fille est présente. Mais si je jamais vois que vous l'approchez d'encore je n'hésiterai pas pour vous tuer. Vous faire comprend?" The man began to tremble and continued to stare at him. "Do you understand!" he roared.

"Y-Yes Monsieur Malfoy"

"Now get up and leave this store" Malfoy said his voice once again calm. The man quickly stood up and ran, tripping over his robes many times, out of site. Malfoy turned around and walked over to Hermione who was still standing frightened against the wall. He stood in front of her and said softly, "Granger, when you dress like that you have to be careful. Not all men have good intentions. The bad guys here are not like where you are from. They could do much worse much faster. Always have your wand within reach" He sighed. "Are you alright?" She had never seen him look concerned before, and was shocked that he could be towards her. She nodded her head. "Did he hurt you?" She shook her head no. "Good." And without another word he swiftly spun around and walked over to the entrance and out the store.

Hermione watched him walk out of the store, confused by everything that had just happened. Well, only the part where Malfoy was concerned. She knew that if she wanted answers she would have to go after him, so that is what she did.

She ran out of the store and down the cobble road until she caught up with him. "Malfoy… what did…you say to… that guy?" she said gasping for breath. He smirked at her lack of athletic ability and replied "not much."

"Then why was he so scared?"

"I just said that you had some kind of muggle sexually transmitted disease."

Hermione narrowed her eyes at him. "I will just pretend that I did not hear you say that to me. Now I want to know why he was so scared you you!" she shrieked. Many people walking along the road turned to stare at the pair.

"Will you stop making a scene, Granger" hissed Malfoy as he roughly took her arm and dragged her into a nearby alley. " I will only answer you because if I don't I know you will go telling Harry and Ron and they can be damn annoying when they are trying to get information. That man is a former Death Eater."

"But Death Eaters aren't afraid of people on our side.."

"Granger" Malfor sighed. "I might be on the side of light, but I am still a Malfoy. And before you interrupt me I'm not talking about our money and blood and all that. I am saying that Malfoys are known to involved with the dark arts, we are the strongest in the dark arts in the wizarding society. This is not a rumor. So you know what that means? With my father gone, I am the head of the Malfoy family. So I am now considered the strongest wizard in the dark arts and believe me, this is not a rumor either. That man was scared because he knows what I could do to him. Because you see, no matter what side I fight on, light or dark, no matter whether I am an angel or demon, because of what I know, what I am capable of, I will always be considered a very, very dark wizard. That should answer your question." As he spoke his voice became lower and lower and he never broke eye contact with her. This made the hair stand up on the back of her neck and she began to shiver.

"But why did you help me?" she asked quietly, avoiding his eyes.

"The question portion of the conversation is now over, Granger" he said sharply as he began walking out of the alley. He stopped for a moment and turned his head slightly towards her. He said in a cheerful voice, "In case your wondering, I spoke to him in French because I know you hate that you cannot speak or understand it. Au revoir!" He walked out of the alley laughing leaving Hermione fuming in the dark.

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Hermione into the Three Broomsticks and walked over to the table where the five students were waiting for her while chatting and drinking their Butterbeers.

"Anything exciting happen at the bookstore, Mya?" Millicent asked sweetly.

Hermione looked at Malfoy who was looking right at her. "Yeah" she replied. "I found a new edition of Hogwarts: A History."

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French reanslation:

J'irai facile sur vous parce que la fille est présente. Mais si je jamais vois que vous l'approchez d'encore je n'hésiterai pas pour vous tuer- I will go easy on you because the girl is present. But if I ever see you near her again I will not hesitate to kill you.

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