My first one-shot, PLEASE, give me some input! i love all y'all, but ur stingy reviewers! heehehehhehehhehe. maybe this could become more than a one-shot, who knows?...

Draco Malfoy bit back a scream that was rising inside his throat as he looked at the figure before him. It had been six years, six of the longest years of his life since he graduated from Hogwarts. His thoughts were fuzzy, and he did not remember seeing her in the past few years, but she looked so familiar. Despite the minimal change in his appearance, he was no longer the same man...he was very different.

Harry Potter was defeated and he took along that fool Dumbledore and Remus Lupin, the dirty blooded lycan. To say that the world had changed would be a drastic understatement. The living Muggles were all under the Imperious curse, forced to maintain the purebloods' land and homes, like slaves.

Hermione Granger laid limply at his feet, her curly brown hair sticky and wet from the gushing wound on the back of her head. He studied the girl closely...the wedding ring on her finger ontop of the engagement ring. Malfoy felt unjustifiable rage rise and bubble inside of him at the sight of this, though he did not know why.

To say that he liked the girl was a stretch...and love? That was absolutely preposterous. But she was everything he could not have, and if he could have it he would not want it. She never swooned over him or looked at him in any way that displayed anything more than hate and revulsion.

In his seventh year he had sordid fantasies about bedding the virtuous and chaste Miss Granger, though it was nothing more than a dream. She would be difficult to conquer and impossible to break. She was the only person he could never figure out after a few conversations. She was full of surprises and was never predictable. He admired and hated this about her.

But after six years, here she lay, nearly unconscious. Draco's father, Lucius thought that it would be humorous to bring the filthy mudblood before him, for his own amusement. He was not sure if he was more disgusted or aroused by this thought.

"Draco?" She said cautiously, though her voice was weak from the beating she had just been administered.

"Why, Mudblood. So weak." He taunted, his gray eyes shimmering in the darkness. She wheezed briefly before pushing herself to her feet, spitting a mouthful of blood and saliva onto the damp and dewy grass.

"Oh, it's you."

"My husband will find me." She accentuated the word in her own lofty manner, bringing her nose into the air. For one who had just been beat into a bloody pulp, she was pretty damn arrogant. Malfoy sneered at the comment.

"I'm sure, Granger." He said sarcastically, her dark brown eyes glittering with distaste as he circled her like a predator does its prey.

"Did you marry Weasel? I know you didn't wed Potter, seeing as he kicked it..." A crisp, angry slap graced his cheek, color coming to his face as Hermione struck him.

"Bastard. Don't talk about Harry like that," She barked, as though she was the one in control. Malfoy only smiled oddly before gripping her neck, smelling the sickenly intoxicated scent of her sweat.

"Did. You. Marry. Weasel." He seemed so calm, but his eyes betrayed his contempt.

Hermione let out a humorless laugh before sneering at him. "No. He's really not my type, Malfoy." She spit out the name with disgust, not bothering to fight his vice-like grip.

"Who is it?"

"I hardly am obliged to answer such a question. You're not you. You're under the Imperius Curse." She replied loftily, watching a look of surprise dance in his eyes.

No your not. She's lying. You are doing all of this of your own freewill. A strong voice told him, a voice that he had grown to rely on. "Why would you think such a thing, Mudblood." She flinched at the name but her voice did not lose its sharp, yet weak, annoyance.

"You would know, Malfoy, because you have been controlled for the past few years on and off. And on one of your off days..." She smiled grimly, relishing his confusion.

"What?" He snapped.

"I didn't marry Ron, you git, because I married you, or Draco, at least."

Hahahahhahaha! that was fun to write, i love dropping little hints, like from the beginning with the hopeful Draco? How she regarded the Imperius-controlled D.M. as Malfoy so obviously?