(A/N: I've updated:) I know you are all probably thinking Draco's extremely out of character, but I am tryig to keep him as much in character as I can and adapt him to my storyline as much as possible. But he is a character and characters change throughout stories... so... we will see how it goes. If you can't take a bit of a Draco transformation... turn back now! )

Stepping off of the bed in a strange large room, Hermione gazed around at dozens of beds filled with young kids and teenagers. Each person was unconcious, laying face up on their beds lookin guncommonly white. Almost at once a woman was ontop of Hermione asking her questions she had no answers to.

"What happened to you Hermione? Who did this to you?" She asked as she waved her wand in the air, causing one of the owls in the corner to come at them.

Hermione shrieked and threw herself to the ground, quickly skittering to hide beneath the bed. The owl landed on the bed as the women handed it a piece of paper.

"As I had suspected..." She said, watching the owl fly off and looking down at the frightened student. "You don't remember anything do you?"

The girl said nothing, just stayed under the bed, shaking uncontrolably, hoping the creature was gone for good.

"Come out Hermione,"

Hermione looked up at the woman and frowned. 'How does she know me?' Hermione didn't recognize the woman or where she was. The only thing she was certain of was her name and finding her family. They were waiting for her and cared about her.

"Hermione... it's Madam Pomfrey. You remember me, don't you?" As the woman spoke, two more figures came into view. An older woman in a pointed hat and an extremely aged man with long white hair and facial hair. "I'm afraid she doesn't remember anything, Headmaster."

The man nodded, looking at Hermione and smiling. "Come here Hermione. Your friends are waiting for you." He held a hand out. Hermione felt drawn to him. She trusted him deeply, but she had never met him before. When she took his hand a seering pain shot through her head as she had a flashback.

The man and woman where torchering little kids. Everywhere she saw blood. The smell hit her like a brick and she had to hold her sleeve over her nose to stop from puking. The two of them came forward at her when, out of the blue, he came to save her, riding on the back of a black stallion through the hallway.

As Hermione came out of her trance, she quickly let go of the man's hand as if it was on fire. He was evil. He was the one her family had told her about. She was already standing and backing away when the man must have realized she recognized him because he came straight towards her.

"Oh dear..." Madam Pomfrey said, covering her mouth with one hand.

"What's this about? She looks absolutely terrified of you Dumbledore." The other woman spoke.

The man she had refered to as Dumbledore stopped. "It's going to take quite a lot more than we possibly could have thought. This is far worse I believe."

"Don't touch me!" Hermione screamed suddenly. A few students seemed to have gained conciousness and were now looking at her as if she was crazy. "My Lord will come and get me... and if you lay one hand on me. You... will... die!" Her voice rose more and more as the last three words came into closing.

"What do you propose?" The unknown woman asked.

"Let her see her friends. Maybe they will be of good influence. I will be in my office trying to see what I can do about this." The three older people weren't even acknowledging her anymore. In a few moments they had all gone in their separate directions.

Hermione looked over at one of the beds. She could feel eyes piercing the back of her head. A familiar face was looking back at her.

"My Master's follower," She said softly, bowing at the blonde boy. He looked at her in bewilderment. "I am to follow yours and Master Todd's orders."

"Granger?"

"Yes, Master Malfoy."

"Are you out of your fucking mind?"

Hermione's eyes narrowed. "You will help me find my Lord right? I am to dispose of those who stand in my way. You are my master though and I will follow you directions as long as it doesn't prevent me from finding my Lord."

"Voldemort?" Draco asked.

"Yes master. I thought you knew about his all." Hermione began to become troubled. She was confused. Voldemort had told her to follow Master Malfoy to find him and then switched his mind and asked her to follow master Todd. Why would he want her to follow someone who wasn't fully a deatheater like Draco? Someone who hadn't fully commited themselves to Lord Voldemort.

"I-I do..."

Malfoy shook his head. He couldn't believe it. She had opened the jar. What in the world had possessed her to open that jar? Now she was to follow him or Blane to Lord Voldemort. Draco cringed. He never wanted this job and despite his pleading with his father, it looked like he was stuck with it anyway.

Draco hadn't even declared himself a Deatheater yet, but here he was, ordered to take out the tasks of Voldemort.

"What's going on here?" Draco looked up and spotted Harry, Ron and Ginny standing in the doorway, looking over at Hermione and him talking.

Draco looked around at the students who were slowly waking up, one by one and smirked. It would be the wrong time to mess with him. These were all declared death eaters. Followers of Voldemort, ready to pounce if needed.Especially at the boy-who-lived and his posse.

Hermione spotted them too and began making small hissing noises at the three.

"My enemy and his mudblood loving friends!"

Draco looked at her. So did everyone else in the room.

"Hermione?" Ron spoke in questioning. "What;d you do to her Malfoy? I'll-" Ron started for Draco, but was immidiately stopped when Hermione stepped in his path.

"If you even touch my master... I'll kill you. I promise." Hermione said harshly.

Ron looked more hurt then Draco had ever seen him. A large part of Draco wanted to smile, but for some reason, a small part felt pity on him.

"She's mine," Draco spoke loudly, so everyone in the room could hear. "If one of you three try anything, you know what will happen. Come, Hermione."

He and Hermione walked past Ron and then as they walked past Harry and Ginny, he gave them a small wink and left the room.

"Malfoy's mind is clouded,surely, but he wouldn't hurt Hermione." Dumbldore said to the small group of teachers and students that were crowded around his desk.

"Well, I don't trust him," Ron said with a pounding on Dumbledore's desk. McGonagall shot a warning look at him, while Snape and Dumbledore ignored him as if he hadn't moved a muscle. Ginny and Harry simultaneously laid a hand on each of Ron's shoulders to try to calm him down.

Dumbledore continued, "Draco has seemed a bit more distant from his friends as of late in last year. Snape has informed me that he has yet to be inducted as a deatheater like some of his friends have already been."

"Headmaster, are you saying that they are really letting kids become deatheaters?" Harry asked, leaning forward with his mouth open.

"That is exactly what he is saying, Potter." Snape retorted coldly.

"If they are accepting young kids like this, they must be trying to start a rebellion from within the school or something."

"They wouldn't dare!" Ginny yelped from out of nowhere.

Dumbledore looked over at the three children and shook his head. "Perhaps that is enough for the three of you for tonight. We will talk more about this at a later time. Go join your classmates in you common rooms."

"But Headmaster-" Ron started. He looked more angry then Harry had every seen him.

"Come on," McGonagall said. She stood up and headed for the door. She stood there, waiting, as Ron, Harry and Ginny slowly said their goodbyes and left the room with her.