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(AN: So many of you said that Draco was the biggest ass in the last chapter and that he was supposed to help Hermione out…but think about this, his character is not only falling for his worst enemy but is watching her cry over another guy…it's not easy to be him)

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Hermione looked up at him as she crept up his body, her breasts lightly brushing against his skin. She dropped her head, and started to seductively lick the insides of his thighs, getting closer and closer to his throbbing erection. When she finally reached it, she teased the head with perfect lips before taking it inside of her warm mouth. His eyes closed as pleasure rocketed through him uncontrollably. When he opened them again, she pressed her body against his and with a final lick, started kissing her way up his chest. Her soft skin felt like a heavy silk blanket that was caressing every inch of his aroused skin. He felt her wetness as her hips thrust against his body, and it made his already rock-hard dick want to explode. Not yet…there was more to come…

He grabbed her hands and threw her to the bed with him on top of her. She clawed his chest, making red lines in the white skin. The pain only caused him to gasp with pleasure, and he returned the favor with a quick bite on her breast, right below her collarbone. She arched, and called out his name. It sounded so right.

He took her hard nipples into his mouth and teased them until she was writhing in agony fueled with desire. She wanted him to thrust inside of her, he knew that much. Her small hands grabbed his waist and he couldn't resist for any longer. He entered her almost violently, but she liked it.

He looked into her eyes, and his blood ran cold when he saw nothing but huge, black holes where they should have been. The black swept out like lethal smoke, wrapping around the petite body that Draco was grasping with such passion. Her lips whispered his name, but it came out as only a faint hiss. Draco tried to hold on to her, but couldn't…He was taking her, taking her away from him, never to let her go. She was gone.

Draco woke up with a start, sweat glistening on his naked body. His father…the Drak Lord…they had taken Hermione! Panic ran painfully through his mind until the dream slowly came back to him. She was safe. The dream only stemmed from his conflicting feelings, he thought. He knew that snapping at her in a time of need wasn't the best way to win her affection, but he didn't want to. This couldn't go on. He didn't like her…love her…no. He had to hate her, just as she had to hate him. It was the only way things could stay right.

When he left his rooms, he found that the girl had left long ago, as the passageway to her rooms was thrown open and the couch was empty. He breathed a sigh of relief, pleased at not having to explain his comments of the night before. He collapsed on the couch, still appalled that he had allowed those words to come out of his mouth.

He remembered the homework he had to do, and decided that it would be a good way to get his mind off the face that was haunting him. He dragged out his books, and got to work.

Halfway through his Arithmancy, Draco heard the door slam open behind him. He didn't need to look over to know that it was Hermione, for the sound of her footsteps had become comfortingly familiar to him. He also knew that she hadn't noticed him, for she flung herself into the chair without giving second glance around the room.

"A little preoccupied, Granger?" Draco attempted to give her his best uncaring drawl, and apparently succeeded. As soon as Hermione got over the shock of his presence, her eyes narrowed and she looked away.

"Shut up, Ferret. You don't know anything about me."

"You're right – a fact I'm rather glad about."

Hermione glared over at him, her eyes shadowed and blackened by the angle. He remembered his dream from the night before and shuddered. "Everybody is looking at me…talking about me. Ron hasn't even made an attempt to apologize, and I think Harry is avoiding me for the sake of evading conflict. Everything has fallen apart."

Her words were strikingly honest, and Draco was a bit taken aback. "Why are you telling me about all your petty little problems, Mudblood? I don't care."

"Because, Malfoy, I know that somewhere inside you do care, even a little. You're the only one I can talk to who doesn't just want to get all the details of Ron's and my relationship to fuel their gossip."

"And what makes you think I care?"

"You know as well as I do. That conversation last night was real, Draco…"

"Saying my name now, are we?"

"Why can't you just fucking live up to what you said?"

"It was a mistake, Granger. Nothing more. Just a slip of the tongue."

At that moment, the door opened to their rooms. The two Heads spun around to see who was coming, for only the staff knew their password. Dumbledore was walking in slowly, a grim look on his face. "I am afraid I have some bad news for the both of you. I would tell you each in private, but the news may be related, and you must work together to get through it."

Hermione and Draco glanced at each other, fear in both of their faces. They nodded, and looked back to the Headmaster.

"Draco, your father escaped his house arrest. He cursed your mother when she tried to stop him, and she is being cared for by private physicians in your manor. As soon as he got away, he went to Voldemort and concocted a plan to rid the world of Muggles and Muggle-born witches and wizards. A magical virus, dangerously lethal, would be spread throughout the world, and would only affect the genetics of these people. Luckily, this plan wasn't very well thought out, and the Aurors were able to harness the virus before it spread. However, it did affect the two Muggles that Lucius made sure to infect first."

Hermione's face went pale, and she looked as through she couldn't breathe. "My parents."

"I'm afraid so, Ms. Granger."

"Are they…are they dead?"

"No, although if our Mediwitches are not able to heal them soon, they might."

Draco looked over at the girl, who was staring at the ground in shock. His father had done this.

"Have they captured Lucius yet?" He tried to keep the quaver from his voice.

"No, although there is a hunt going on as we speak."

"Good. I hope they find him and kill him."

"Those are strong words, Mr. Malfoy. I do not doubt you believe them now, but family ties are strong."

Draco looked down, his throat constricting. A part of him did still feel attached to Lucius…after all, he was his father, no matter how evil he was.

"And my mother? Can I visit her?"

"Of course, that was the next thing I was going to talk to the two of you about. It is not safe for either of you to go out alone. Draco, your father will be keeping his eye out for you, as well as for Hermione. You both would be considered prized possessions to Voldemort, although for different reasons. Hermione, you are one of Harry's best friends. If Voldemort was to kill you…it would cripple his enemy immensely. Draco, you have skills that he would covet, especially with your upbringing. If either of you were alone, it would be easy to be overtaken. Therefore, you will need to travel together, for better protection. First, go to Hermione's house. Her parents are more at risk, and Narcissa is not going to die. You will use broomsticks, as they are the best way to get around undetected."

"But Professor…I can't…"

"Hermione, if you are uncomfortable, then ride on Draco's." The Headmaster looked over at the boy. "I happen to know that, contrary to popular belief, Mr. Malfoy here did not simply buy his way onto the Slytherin team. He is a rather talented flyer."

Draco smiled at this, but his smile was wiped away as he realized he would be flying with Hermione…her arms wrapped around his waist. He paled, but pushed the thoughts creeping unwelcome into his mind away. This was not the time.