"Alright, my Lord, the task is done." A tall man in a black cloak, stood there, as calm as he could be in his surroundings. There was barely any light shed and there was a cold essence, temperature and evilness, around the room. The man bowed, showing his respect towards his master, and let down his hood. His long, blonde hair flowed, brushing against his smooth pale face as he straightened himself up again.

"Has he gotten a hold of it yet?" A dark, loathing voice was heard. It's deep, scratchy hiss made most of the hooded persons shiver, while the one person it was being directed to did not move, for he was the most faithful.

"Yes, my Lord, he has."

"Very well than, all we have to do is wait." The voice sounded satisfied, and yet anxious. He seemed to have wanted his plan to move along already, but he knew time would take it's course.

"Excuse me for questioning, my Lord, but why must you use an object which can be used to defeat you?" The blonde asked very straight forward.

"How DARE you question your Lord! I know what I'm doing. Don't you think I know what I'm doing? It will throw Potter off, dear fool, for he knows he must go through obstacles to get to those horcruxes, and now that it's right in front of him, he won't notice." The voice shrilled, as he took hold of the blonde's robes and through him back against the stone wall. Blood flowed into a puddle on the cold floor.

"Sorry, my Lord. I'm just afraid of what may happen if Potter finally becomes smart and realizes what's under his pathetic nose." He bowed his head slightly, trying to lose eye contact with the creature in front of him.

"That's a risk we are going to have to take, Malfoy."

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"Ugh, I don't understand, DAMN IT!" Draco Malfoy sat in the Head's common room, his head ready to explode for all the questions bottled inside it. He kicked a chair out of frustration. He wanted answers.

"Draco." A voice called out. Draco looked around to find who else was there, but he saw nobody.

"Who the bloody hell is there?" He shouted, not in the mood.

"In your head, fool." A cold voice, replied.

"Father?" Draco asked, not too enthused' "What do you want?"

"Hello to you, too." Lucius Malfoy's voice rang in his head. This wasn't what he wanted right now.

"Father, I'm busy, so if you don't mind, I would like to get back to what I'm doing!" Draco sighed.

"Don't ever disrespect your father like that! Anyways, I wanted to tell you that we are going to need you soon, boy. You may not even know when and maybe not even realize why, but we will need you. The Dark Lord expects a lot of you."

"Whatever." He mumbled. "Can you go now?"

"Fine" and with a popping sound, he left Draco's mind, still leaving him with a headache.

There was too much on his mind right now. Between his father and Voldermort, and then this mysterious locket. He needed to find who that girl is who was with him, and what Granger was going on about in the Daily Prophet.

"You know, ferret, it's not exactly polite to run away from a girl who is trying to help you out!" Granger stormed in, her cheeks red.

"Well, is it that polite to shake a guy from his meaningful sleep when he's trying to get some answers?" He said with a glare. Hermione looked at him meaningfully.

"Well, Slughorn, said if you are unconscious for over fifteen minutes, there are some dangerous symptoms." She said, matter-of-factly.

"Don't start with this "symptom" business. I feel perfectly fine, okay?" He yelled, suddenly feeling queasy. He looked at her with softening eyes.

"Er, Mal—Mal—Malfoy? Wh—What are you, er, doing?" She asked as he got up and edged towards her.

"Ssssh." He said, softly. He smiled and stroked her rosy cheek. "Hush, baby, it's okay."

"Stop, Malfoy. I'm warning you. You better STOP!" She yelled. His face was so close to her, that any closer their faces would be pressed together. His soft breath rushed over her lips. "If you don't stop—"

"Oh, shut up, mudblood. You actually fell for that? HA!" He snorted, laughing hysterically, "Not even experiencing a so called 'symptom' would I ever dream of being that close to you." He walked up to his room, feeling a little better after laughing so much.

"UGH! I LOATHE YOU, YOU STUPID FERRET!" She screamed, and ran to her room, slamming the door. Malfoy just kept cracking up, loving how he made her so furious most of the time.

Draco sat on his bed, ready to take one last good look at the locket. As he pulled it out of his pocket, he noticed a shrilling green glow coming from the inside of it. He tried to pry it open, but the harder he tried with in each yank, the more piercing it hurt him. The light seemed to have a burning affect, which wouldn't allow him to open and see inside. What confused most importantly was why it was glowing green, and not red like his vision from the potion.

'Why is it doing this now?' Draco thought to himself. He needed to know what this was all about. Maybe a good night's sleep would help.

"I HATE HIM! I HATE HIM! I HAAAAAAAATE HIM!" Hermione screamed into her pillow, not wanting the whole school to hear her. She didn't mind if Malfoy did, though.

Why did he always piss her off somehow? Was it just for kicks? Maybe there was something deeper. She had to find out somehow. There was so much hidden deep down in that one boy. No, not boy, he was an evil little creature.

"Wait, why do I even bother thinking of the git? I LOATHE him." That was why, she needed a way to get him back for EVERYTHING he has ever done to her. Yes, that's why he's in her mind.

While thinking of all the ways of payback, Hermione drifted off into a nice slumber, helping her intensity die down. That did not help, the other Head of the Year, though.

"FATHER, WHY THE HELL DO YOU CARE ABOUT WHAT I DO WITH MY LIFE? I AM ALMOST AT LEGAL AGE, I CAN LOVE WHOEVER THE HELL I WANT!" Draco Malfoy roared.

"You don't understand, you idiot. You screw up now, the Dark Lord will—"

"I don't CARE about the Dark Lord. I care about HER!" Draco tried to back away, but was too slow when his father gave him a blow to the head with his cane.

"Don't you EVER talk that way about your other master!" He yelled, making Draco's ears ring.

"Don't you TOUCH him!" A young girl came running towards Draco, her arms wrapping around him. "You don't even know what love is. You only married that wife of yours because of BLOOD!" She screamed, fuming. She stroked the bump forming on the back of her boyfriend's head.

"Get away from me, you unworthy nothing. You know nothing about the importance and quality of being pureblood, as of you aren't one." Lucius hissed, making the girl shiver. Her big brown eyes were glossed over with developing tears, while soft pieces of brown hair covered small parts of her face. She whimpered as the man grew closer to her.

"I—I don't care what you do with me, just don't touch him!" She screamed, grasping onto Draco. He now was laying, unconscious in her arms. Luckily, she felt his heart still pounding.

"How sweet, yet so very disgusting in my eyes—"

"What in heaven's name is going on here?" Hermione Granger called out, looking shocked by the scene she was witnessing. She walked down the stairs that led up to her room. With a blink of an eye, she saw Lucius Malfoy heading towards the girl in front of her, screaming. For some reason, though, he couldn't get three feet near her. She saw the girl clutching a gold chain around her neck, while her eyes were sewn shut.

Draco arose, holding her hand that was grasped on the chain. With in that action, came along a bright glowing red light, surrounding their bodies.

"SON!" His father screamed, as he grasped his temples ad tried to stay sane. "WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO—"

Abruptly, Draco sat up in his bed, his eyes wide and his body heated. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he sat there, trying to replay everything that just happened in his dream. "It was only a dream." He told himself, even though it felt so real. He needed a place where he could think this over and still be relaxed. So Draco got up, and grabbed a towel, heading to his bathroom to take a peaceful shower.

He stripped off his clothes and turned on the cold water, hoping this would cool his body down and help the intensity of the heat. He didn't care if it was the middle of the night, he needed this shower.

The water dripped down his toned body, helping all his thought slip away for a split second. One thing did occur to him though, "Why was Granger always there?"

He took the jasmine scented body wash a rubbed it over every part of him he could get to. He shut his eyes, taking in the scent. He felt at ease, and this wasn't something that occurred very often. When he was done, he shut the shower off, dried off, and got dressed. He went to his room and sat at his desk. He had an urge to write down the dream he just experienced, this way he knew he wasn't going to forget anything.

This wasn't for nothing, this had to have meant something." He said, before shutting the book he wrote in, and laying back down to think more.

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"Evil git," Hermione glared at Malfoy the next morning in the Great Hall.

"What happened, Herms?" Harry asked, concerned.

"I tried to warn him, and he takes everything I say as a joke. I hope those symptoms do come to him!" She mumbled. Harry and Ron looked at each other, bewildered.

"What didn't he listen about?" Ron asked.

"Ugh, do you have to know EVERYTHING?" Hermione snapped, her eyes all red.

"We are just worried, 'Mione." He said, soothingly. Her eyes softend, and she frowned at both of her best friends.

'I'm sorry. It's been a rough night. I was just upset because I tried to explain to Malfoy about how the potion can go wrong if it lasts too long, and he took it as a joke and teased me. I just can't take his attitude anymore. Who is naturally that cruel?" She belted out, feeling a tad bit better.

"I don't know, 'Mione, but if you'd like, we can show him what he's really worth!" Harry exclaimed, a smirk growing on his face as he looked towards the ferret.

"No, Harry, I rather handle my own problems." She said, causing him to frown. Ron, too, was disappointed. "Well, if he becomes any worse, I will let you two know, and then you can show him what he deserves." She said, happy to make her friend beam with huge smiles.

"We love you, Hermione Jane Granger!" Ron said, blushing. Hermione hugged them both as they continued eating the rest of their breakfast in silence.

Draco left breakfast, since he had no appetite. He went up to his room for the remainder of the time, until class.

"What is with Hermione Granger?" He mumbled to himself. He looked down at his hand, noticing a warm sensation. That's when he noticed, as he said her name, it glowed green. Why green? Why Hermione Granger? It was time to really stop dawdling around, and put the pieces together. Hermione Granger—Mystery Girl—Locket—Death Eater Father—"OH MY LORD!" Draco screamed. "I KNOW IT! I THINK I SOLVED IT!"

Hehehe, cliffhangers are awesome… ) Wow, this one is VERY eventful, no? I do it for you guys. Please, REVIEW! I BEG! PLEEEEEEASE!

BTW, its still very early in the story, may I remind you, so don't jump to MANY conclusions yet.