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Chapter Eighteen: Scars Run too Deep

Draco was still raging more than a day after the 'incident.' His fury had flared and nothing seemed to have the capability to extinguish it. The servants, maids and house Elves of the manor currently lived in wonder and fear, for the wrath of Draco Malfoy was not something to be trifled with. Whispers flew about, 'What is making Master Draco so angry?' 'Like to congratulate whoever pulled that off…' It was a most intriguing mystery to anyone other than the two it revolved around. Draco and Hermione.

At the moment we find the sadistic Draco Malfoy in his Manor office, reading a book but not really reading it. His eyes stared blankly at the page he had been on for over an hour, his mind not comprehending a thing due to the fact that it was elsewhere. The mudblood bitch had bit him. SHE had bit HIM. That was not the way of things. He was supposed to break her, she was supposed to tremble under his wrath and break to his will. He was a pureblood and she was a mudblood and it was the way of things.

But not with her. Never with her.

And it never really had been. At school she had always bested him in the classes while outside of them she strut around with the Boy Who Lived and Wonder Weasel, doing good and saving kittens in trees; Draco had nearly been able to see the golden aura around them. And it was infuriating.

But no, what made him so mad about Hermione Granger was that no matter what he did to her, she always had the strength to resist him. He could kill everyone she loved brutally in front of her with a blunt kitchen knife and she would still spit in his face and tell him she was better than him. An example of this was what had happened nearly a day ago; he had hurt her, mentally more than physicallys, by violating her and forcing her to do something completely against all of her morals. And somehow she had mustered the strength to bite him.

It still hurt. Draco grimaced at the thought, the pain had been immense. But he had gotten her back. A smirk slid across his features as he remembered himself withdrawing his best silver knife from his cloak…

…he drew the sparkling, sharp piece of work after withdrawing himself from Hermione's mouth. Raising the dagger in the air menacingly, Draco would have grinned had the pain shooting through him not been so immense. On her face slid a sort of untamed, feral fear. She eyed the familiar knife and subconsciously glanced down at the long scar that marred her chest under her white blouse. If Draco hadn't been so filled with anger and rage, he would have taken the time to enjoy the situation and the wild fear running across her petite face. He leaned forward and in one sweep, tore her blouse off. At this point in time, he did enjoy the sight. Her supple breasts heaved with her every breath and in between them, reaching her navel, was a long, thin, pale scar.

Draco admired his handy work from before and decided that perhaps that mark was lonely...? Yes, it needed a twin, several twins in fact. Straddling her once more he took the time to grin at her. He suspected she would be sobbing at this point, but her eyes remained stony and angry though the fear was still present in her expression. This angered him. She was supposed to be trembling under his anger and wrath...what was wrong with her?

The pain in his groin was a sharp reminder of what he needed to be doing. Grinning once more and, still channeling the vast amounts of anger he felt, he put the tip of the dagger to her skin and began.

Her agony filled shrieks and screams still ran through his head and Draco couldnt help but smirking. He had been successful in carving a large "D" in between her breasts. Sniggering to himself, he glanced back at his book and for the first time in the hours he had been holed up in his study, began reading.

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Hermione was curled up in a ball on the crisp but freezing stone floor. She was not crying, she had no more tears to shed. It was painful to move, painful to breath...her very soul seemed to ache with the pain of centuries.

Rather than bringing her down, the large "D" on her chest was an inspiration to Hermione. It was the result of being weak and underestimating the enemy; and she would be sure not to allow that to happen again. It was a painful reminder of what happens when you fail.

And she wouldn't.

He had hurt her so much, so deeply, that Hermione was sure she would go to any lengths to hurt him, to cause him the same pain he caused her. She would watch him suffer at her hands and as he looked up into her Gryffindor eyes expecting mercy, he would find none. Just as she had found none in his eyes.

Thinking, Hermione pondered the many ways to kill him and how to exicute the plan. For she had concluded that the only way to truly get him was to betray those whom she cared for. And as much as that hurt, her hate overrode it. Her hate for him overrode any other emotion. It was the dominating feeling that she felt and it would prevail. As much as she cared for Dumbledore, Harry, Ginny...as much as she loved them, it just wasnt enough.

She hated Draco more than she could or would love anyone.

Why? Because he hurt her. And not in a way she could handle. She couldn't face her pain without facing the mental breakdown that would follow without a doubt. He was so- so- talented at finding your weakness and stabbing at it until you couldn't take it anymore. Hermione could deal with physical pain; she knew that, it was the mental pain that got to her, that cut her so deep. And they both knew it.

So what was Draco's weakness? If she could find it and use it against him, she could win the war she was currently losing.

Abruptly, it dawned on her. His weakness. And she would use it, oh yes, she would use it.

Smiling contentedly and ignoring the throbbing pain in her chest, Hermione sat back and grinned.

She knew what she had to do, and he would pay.

A/N: I know that this chapter wasn't the most exciting, and there wasn't any sort of interaction, but it's important to the plot. Hermione now knows Draco's weakness and I thought it was rather obvious, but you will find out next chapter. Get ready for some excitement! hehe. Anyways, leave a review please and tell me if I'm on track:)

Draco::Looks worried: Wait- she cant find my weakness! I'll lose::whimpers:

Hermione: Well honestly Malfoy, you can't expect to actually win this war, can you::smirks:

Harry::screams: FOLLOW THE BUTTERFLIES!

Me: mwhahaha.