A special thanks to everyone, I know I am giving Hermione too much power but don't worry it gets better in further chapters.

Thanks for the reviews on my writing I know it is really confusing and I try and have my friends read it and edit it to make more sense but they just aren't talented in pointing out errors I am so so so so so so sorry about this please forgive me I will try and work on it.

It's just I already have it typed and am posting a few chapters a day because I am working on finishing it.

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OK PLEASE READ!
To tell you all the truth I do love Hermione and Draco stories but this story was just something I decided to write about my friends that is why there are so many of my own characters not to be offending but I promised I would base them in my story and I wasn't even going to post it but my friends told me I should so please don't get angry.

OK IN THIS CHAPTER MOST OF THE CHAPTER IS A POEM Hermione GIVES TO Ron!
LONG LONG LONG LONG LONG LONG LONG POEM! SO SORRY I tried to write one that was short but I couldn't please forgive me

The two walked into the library then sat at a corner table and began to make out with Hermione straddling Draco's waist.

Draco moved his hands to grip on her hips, forgetting everything around them they weren't aware of the enraged Ron behind them.

"What the FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE YOU DOING!" he demanded.

"Kissing my boyfriend and that isn't a crime," said Hermione.

"So it's true the little mudblood is dating a Malfoy?" he mocked.

This caused Malfoy to pick up Hermione and set her down on the chair.

"Nobody calls my woman a mudblood," he growled.

"So she really is your little slut then has she told you of her sick little escapades?" demanded Ron.

"How dare you talk about Hermione that way," Malfoy hissed.

"Bastard," growled Ron, trying to hit Malfoy but because of his Vampiric abilities he moved like a shadow beating the hell of the unsuspecting wizard.

As Malfoy got Ron in a hold and just repeating kept hitting him, Hermione got up and grabbed onto his arm,

"Please stop…stop this," she begged.

"Is this not the man who tortured and used you?" he demanded.

"It is, but killing him won't solve anything…please no more fighting I can't take it…" she begged tears falling to the floor making Malfoy's eyes widen.

"All right I won't make you cry," he said.

Harry, Lavender, and Ginny rushed Ron to the hospital wing.

"Mr. Malfoy you are wanted in the head masters office," said Flinch.

Hermione laced her fingers through Draco's as the two walked to Dumbledore's office.

"This is unacc…." trailed Dumbledore realizing the rumors were true that the two were dating and not wanting to be on the bad side of either he dropped the punishment.

"So they don't want to be on our bad side?" stated Draco looking over at the silent Hermione.

"Hey what's wrong?" he asked still changed at her tears earlier.

"Why did you go so crazy back there?" she asked.

"Because he had no right to call you that," he answered.

"You did it once too, where was your right?" she stated.

"Hermione?" he asked.

"Never mind, just forget it," she said walking on again breaking their hand connection.

Draco stood there watching her then the scent of salt hit his senses 'Tears!' he asked himself rushing towards her.

As he went to grab her a barrier was erected around her,
"Please Malfoy don't touch me," she whispered before vanishing.

Later That Night

Hermione walked towards Malfoy's with her crew as she called them.

Entering she found Pansy, Goyle, Cori, Crabbe, Kia, Blaise, Ting, and Malfoy.

They all sat down in a circular for with Malfoy and Hermione at the top.

"All of you are powerful and trained, we are all to ban together," said Malfoy.

"We will always be together even at the Great Hall until we separate we will gather information from the separate houses," explained Hermione.

"So we are like a gang?" asked Pansy.

"Correct," said Hermione.

"Shouldn't we have a symbol or something?" asked Ting.

"I suppose we should, what do you want our gang name to be?" asked Malfoy.

(They All Have Cold Voices.)

They all discussed it and finally decided that they would be called

"The Ravens," affirmed Hermione.

"WE will go and get muggle tattoos," said Malfoy.

"The tattoo will go on the upper stomach and the raven will be spread out like it is ready to take flight," said Hermione.

"The leaders Raven's will have silver eyes, while the rest have blood red," explained Malfoy.

"Everyone will carry a muggle cell phone for contact and will meet everyone in the library before going to the Great Hall," said Hermione.

(In My Story The Special Types of Cell Phones They Have Work At Hogwarts.)

Hermione and Draco sat in his room after everyone had left.

"Hermione?" he began.

"Listen Malfoy we are leaders now, we do not have weakness and must never show such, forget what you saw earlier," said Hermione.

"You…and…. I both Hermione have a lot to bare I do not know what happened to you that made you this way but whatever it was it must have hurt like hell," he said looking out the window.

"I hope you never know of what I have to bare, Draco… no one should have to go through what I had to and what I'm still going through," said Hermione.

"I'm sorry Hermione," he said.

"I'm sorry Draco, this will never again happen," she said.

The two embraced in a comforted silence that surrounded them and for a split second calmed their raging souls.

"I need to feed," said Malfoy hating that he needed it now.

"All right," she said.

Draco placed her on the bed before biting hard.

Else Where In The Gryffindor Male Dorm

Everyone was watching as Ron opened up a screamer from an anonymous female, and him being him was arrogant about it and thought it was from a chick that wanted him.

It was true he was hott but this was a letter he was not expecting, for he had had a terrible dream of Hermione slaying him and he had a sneaking suspicion that she had came into his dream that night through a spell.

Anyway he opened when he opened the letter the sick hollow voice of his ex startled them all,

And it start talking.

(Ok This Is A Really REALLY REALLY Long Poem)

(Viewer Discretion Is Advised For Explicit and Violent Wording: YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!)

I can see, as I stand here on the barren land,
the dying men, the calling dead.
I can see you, as you lay at my feet, a bullet in your chest.
Can see you reaching to me, asking why.
I can hear my icy laugh, covering your whimper,
followed by a shuddering rattle,
declaring you'll never again mock and hurt.
I can feel the astonished stares of those around me.
Never thought that you'd die at my hands, did they?
I can smell their fear, fear of me.
Can hear them retch at the corpses all around me.
Can hear the devil's snicker. 'Good job.'
I can feel the insanity clawing at my mind,
can hear your family's screams.
Can smell the death shrouding my thoughts.
I'm no longer the one all of you once knew.
A demon in my place, who is that?
What happened to the Jester?
The one always up for a laugh?
I can't say. There's a demon in her place.
I can see the rest as they flee away.
They don't know it's Hades, Tarterus, don't know there's no escape.
I spit on your corpse and go after.
Stalking like that game we once played,
in the dark on a Midsummer's night.
You wouldn't know me,
couldn't pick me from the crowd.
Murderer? Never! I can hear you say.
I loved you once, hated you more.
Just goes to show how far you can go.
The Jester isn't always up for a laugh.
No, now the laugh's on you.

My icy chuckle echoes through my empty mind,
drowning out a small voice.
'Help me!'
I kill another withought a thought,
another to add to the jester's record.
Another victim of irony and paradox.
You'll all see,
all in good time.
No use running.
To quote directly, 'You can run, but not hide.'
Why flee the inevitable death,
that comes in step with me?
There's no hope for you, in this sunless place.
No hope for the small voice at the back of my mind.
'Help me!'
There's no hope for me now,
you should have seen your death long before this.
Should have seen it in my eyes as I laughed with you.
You should have helped that poor soul before this.
But no. It was all in good fun!
I can hear you saying that as I relive your death.
This is me, don't you see?
You know me, the one you mocked.
The one you imprisoned and locked away,
behind this cold facade.
Oh yes, it's all your doing.
If you'd been kind, you wouldn't be dead.
But what do I care?
I'm the hunter, the shadow behind your back.
The one who pricks the hairs on the back of your neck,
as you whirl around. Nothing there.
A tap on your shoulder, you think it's a friend.
Ha, good guess.
You were right.
And you're blown away,
my golden eyes blasted into your mind.
Oh no, you'll never forget,
while you endlessly scream in the pits of Hell.
You would have saved yourself from this fate,
had you only saved the small voice from the same.
'Help me!' no longer worries at my mind,
it's icy teeth no longer bite me,
and cause a shiver to run up my flesh.
'Help me!' 's not at home, can't come out to play.
A devil in its place, don't make it mad.
If only you'd helped, shown a glimmer of care,
you, too, would have been spared,
as she is, for a time.
That small voice would still be here,
no monster in its place.
It bent for you, and broke for me.
Gave way to cold macabre.
Gave way to heated rage.
Some call me the Macabre, the Jester.
Macabre Death.
Macabre Magician.
You see that man? I made him disappear.
Made him reappear in the Demon's Domain.
Oh, woe is ye,
if only you'd saved that little glimmer of light,
that was swallowed by the dark.
Too late, you're dead, it was dead before.
How do you like this, you two cent whore?
Alas for you.
Should've listened to my call.
Where were you when the Devil came?
Where were you when the Demon came to visit?
Where were you when they carried my battered Soul awa,
to the gates of Hades?
Where were you when I called,
stumbling through the mist?
I knew what was happening, and cried out.
But you never came, and that mired me deeper,
into the swamp of the dark.
Alas for you, the Tortured One.
You always played at that, didn't you?
Well, you're wish is granted, to old man Torment you go,
just like you always said.
How can you go there if you were there already, as you say?
What, demon got your tongue?
Just to let you know, I'll stand there and watch,
as they stick needles in your eyes,
and rip out your tongue.
I'll dine on your liver, and break my fast on your heart.
And wash it all down with a warm glass of blood.
And then, still, you won't be dead.
I'll cut off your toes, one by one,
and make you eat them raw.
Cut off those long tanned fingers, and stick them in your ears.
Whip you with a Cat-o'-nine-tails until you cry for mercy,
as I did, those years long ago.
I wouldn't bet on Faith, either,
Mercy or Death.
They don't live here.
Only me, only me and the others who you hurt.
We cannot die, have no sense of time.
Eternity is eternal, after all. Infinity is infinite.
But that's no consolation for you.
I'll stake you up for the ravens,
and they'll peck out your eyes.
And then, you know what?

I'll heal you, and do it again.
You'll learn your lesson, eventually, if you're not as stupid as I think.
But will that help you? Usstan talinth naut.
I think not.
You'll scream forever,
until your throat's worn out.
Your lungs ripped out, and your windpipe torn,
in a macabre parade.
I'll burn you at the stake,
with ice-fire.
Delight in your broken gurgles.
Oh yes, you'll be mine again.
As once I was yours.
You should have helped that child, that small voice long ago.
As it cried to you on a warm Midsummer's night.
I'll stretch you on the Rack, but still I'll be taller,
you little bitch.
Elg'caress.
Future, Past, and Present won't help you now.
My dark, conniving muse will help, dontcha know?
Help take you back to what you did to me.
Should have driven out that worm in my mind,
that poison in my soul.
If only you'd known,
what it would do to you one day,
I doubt you would have spread it.
Should have helped the child while it was still there,
instead of waiting to beg the demon it grew up to be.

SO SO SO SO SO SO SORRY ABOUT IT BEING SO DAMNED LONG!