Zarroc-Draco will be at the manor of course, but Hermione will have to get the flower by herself. He just has to like..cover for her. Make sure no no will see her..Yupp...

Silversun- haha...Thanks for reviewing (:

She counted the days until winter break. The lessons passed like a blur. Hermione studied as always, as to her the N.E.W.T.S were approaching. In actual fact, they were six months away. The letter from her father served as a constant reminder of how much trust he held in her to succeed. She had re-read it many times, over and over, memorized it even. It was kept safely in her pocket at all times. She would make him proud.

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Draco found himself increasingly disturbed by Blaise's new attitude. He seemed to be living and breathing solely for the purpose of completing the task bestowed on him by Voldermort. As he thought back, Draco was uncertain of the greatness of being a Death-Eater. Sure, it had seemed intriguing when he was young, seeing all the Death-Eaters trick the gullible Ministry of Magic, and killing and torturing the muggles for fun because they had the power. The Dark Arts had made him feel power when he had started. He felt above the other Hogwarts students, knowing more than them. The first time he had used the unforgivable curse he had felt in control. He had used the Crutiaticus Curse on a Death-Eater that had let some information on Voldermort's plans slip. Voldermort had thought it was a good learning experience for the new Death-Eater. Draco was sixteen then.

Arrogant, proud, and foolish, he had swaggered up to the kneeling man. With a flash and a single word, the grown man was on the floor withering in pain. Draco asked himself, Did he really want power? Was it really worth it? Weeks earlier, he would have readily agreed it was; now he was not so sure.

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It was past midnight, Blaise was walking on the third floor. The lights were dim and he was masked. Things were according to plan. He knew Hermione would be patrolling the area and bound to run into him. Any time now… there.

Hermione appeared. She was alone. Good. Blaise sauntered up to her from behind.

"Well, fancy seeing you here, Granger."

"Who are you?" Hermione implored.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" He advanced toward her, she took a step back, he took two steps forward. Blaise cornered her against the wall. Hermione whipped out her wand. "Me-" Blaise cut her off with "Expelliarmus." He caught her wand neatly and causally threw it a few feet away. He roughly pushed her against the wall and pressed his body onto her and kissed her hard. His hands wondered around her, under her robes, but all the time still pinning her against the wall. Hermione's eyes were wide with horror. She was powerless against this...person. She wanted to scream, but she couldn't. He was too strong. Her struggles were but futile efforts. After an eternity, how original huh? he released her. Smirking, he said "Don't tell anyone, or you'll be sorry. See you soon, Granger." and started walking in the other direction. He stopped abruptly and turned. "Just if you were wondering," he pointed his wand at a passing rat, a jet of green light shot out, changing the shocked animal into a spider instantly, "That might happen to the person." He left. Hermione ran to get her wand. She looked around nervously. She could still feel him hands on her. Was he still around? Hermione felt so…dirty.

She ran all the way back to her dormitory bathroom. She locked the door and charmed it twice so that no one could enter. Hermione turned on the water and began frantically scrubbing herself. An hour later, Hermione came out. Her skin was scrubbed red and raw. She walked to her bed clutching her wand. She placed it at her bedside. Would he come in? She charmed the room door lock with the securest charm she knew. The look in his eyes was just malicious, cold and scared her to death. Hermione threw the covers over herself, wrapping herself tightly with them. It was nearly three in the morning when she fell into an uneasy but smooth sleep.

The next morning was Thursday. She was especially jumpy. One small twitch and you could find her pointing her wand at the offender. Harry and Ron noticed this and knew something was wrong, but didn't ask. They followed Hermione protectively the entire day and shot glares at unsuspecting people who tried to approach her. Hermione was somewhat comforted with them around, but they couldn't always be there. They had different lessons and she had a meeting with Dumbledore and Malfoy that night. She couldn't skip the meeting so what could she do but go?

That night, she reluctantly went to Dumbledore's office. But before she made it there, "Accio wand." Hermione's wand flew out of her pocket and "Hello Granger. I knew you would be back." His voice sent chills up her spine. Hermione turned and ran the other direction. Down the stairs and into..him. "It's no use running my dear Granger." He dragged her to an empty hallway. No, no, no. This cannot be happening again. Hermione thought, terrified. This has to be a nightmare…

Hours later, Hermione found herself on the cold floor of the hallway. Two of her buttons from her blouse were missing and her skirt on backwards. Her hair was messy and tears stained her face. The masked person was gone without a trace. Slowly, she picked up her wand and robes and walked off to her dormitory. No one would be in the hallways now so no questions would be asked. Hermione reached her dormitory and sunk onto her bed. She felt so frightened and hopeless. She had made her way as discreetly to Dumbledore's office as possible, but he still found her. It was past twelve. There were lessons the next day and she would have to wake up early. She took her shower, scrubbing herself as thoroughly as the night before. She knew she could nothing but face the coming days…

I think this is the fastest I have ever updated! haha..Quite happy with myself..XD