A/N: this is actually supposed to be the second part of 'miss granger' so i hope you enjoy it...

with love,

hpobsession.

While I was away...

"To the bride and groom!" She said and saluted the couple with a toast.

Suddenly as, Hermione sipped on her champagne, she felt cold trickle through her veins beginning in her fingertips and slowly making its way to her chest cavity, when it finally reached its destination she felt like tears were stinging her cold features. She was about to lift her arm and wipe her face when she felt something wrap around her waist and drag her away. Or at least that was the feeling, but her eyes never moved from the back of Draco's head and her body remained where it was seated.

"What's going on?" she whispered to no one in particular, she felt strange like she was having an outer body experience but she was still inside her body, watching her hers watching him. Then out of the gloom a voice whispered into her ear,

"Do you want to see what he has behind his eyes?" it was ethereal and hushed, yet very seductive, and caving to her better sense, Hermione responded with a nod. She felt the pull again and was dragged into the shadows of a large room, books lining every wall, except above and beside the magnificent fireplace, which at this present time was dark and recently extinguished.

"You see what you see, but what he remembers…" the eerie voice said into her ear.

"Okay…" Hermione spoke, her voice unearthly and quiet. She heard movement behind her and was shocked to find an agitated looking Lucius Malfoy before walking straight through her. She gasped and felt her chest, to her it felt solid, but it was obvious that he had not realised she was there.

"Am I here?" when she heard the words coming from her mouth, she felt absurd, 'of course I'm here!'

"No…you're not…you're seeing what happened in Draco's memory, but from your own point of view." The voice explained, "You are all but an essence of yourself, your body remains in the present, in the train almost six years from now." Hermione understood and continued to watch Lucius pat his robes and walk over to the extinguished fireplace. After patting for several moments he pulled out a small silver mirror and held it in front of him.

"Tut tut, Draco, you know better then to dawdle…" Lucius said in a pompous voice and put the mirror back into his robes, "you're going to pay…"

Hermione gasped at those words and stepped forward into the room, she was about to grab the mirror and take a look, when a small voice sounded from the doorway, she barely registered who it was before she heard Lucius snap from behind her. "COME"

Then without warning he stepped through her once again and stood beside a sinister looking chair. Her mouth dropped when she saw the usually collected Draco, practically jump out of his skin. She moved from behind Lucius to stand in front of Draco. She watched carefully as Draco began to apologise for something, she concluded it must have been about his tardiness, but suppressed a scream as unexpectedly Lucius, seized Draco's neck and began to strangle his son. Just as Hermione was about to leap out and try to make him release his grip, the unearthly presence restrained her,

" There is nothing you can do, this is a memory, think about it, if Lucius intends to kill him, how is it that we are here now?" the voice asked gently freeing Hermione and moving to Hermione's rear.

"I- I can't do anything?" Hermione asked watching as Draco sat there slowly turning blue, refusing to raise his hand against his father, "why isn't he trying to get his father off of him?" She asked the presence.

"That is a question, you must ask him yourself, but now is no the time, watch…" the presence shifted to her right and held her there. Hermione's eyes began to sting, she felt like she was going to collapse, like the strength had been drained out of her, as she watched Draco plead.

"Father…not again!" He was fearful, and Hermione knew it had something to do with him being told to kneel.

"What's going on? Why is he afraid?" Hermione asked gently.

"You'll see…unless you want to leave?"

"No…I'm here I might as well..." she was at a loss for words as she saw Lucius cast a spell on Draco… "Imperius" Hermione said softly. Then without warning Draco's face appeared and she was back in the moving train, present smells, noises and sights came back to her, she hadn't even realised that she couldn't feel anything in the room she had just left, nothing except the overwhelming feeling of sadness and pain.

XxX

"How did you know?" Draco asked his face contorted in…fear?

"Know what?" Hermione asked confused, he seemed to be searching her face, and then Hermione felt pressure being taken from her shoulders only to find his hands retreating to his sides. He got up from crouching in front of her and left the compartment.

"What happened?" Ginny asked, she looked bewildered and a purple hue was forming from around a thin raised scar on her brow.

"What do you mean what happened? What happened to you?" Hermione said pointing at the thin pink scar on her friends bewildered face.

"It seems I am rather bad at healing charms, but you see, it was you that caused her injury," Hermione's potions master said from the doorway, looking rather ruffled and annoyed, "though I might add, you seemed not to realise what you were doing, care to explain?" He straightened up and sat down beside Ginny, wrapping a comforting arm around her waist. At this movement Hermione remembered what she had seen.

"It's a long story, or at least I think it is," Hermione replied distractedly, "excuse me." She got up from her seat and walked out into the hallway, she turned to her right to see Draco's tall form, in the third compartment from where she was. She ran to the connecting compartments and put a hand on his shoulder. She almost fell over when he turned swiftly,

"What did you mean back there? When you asked me how I knew?" Hermione asked breathlessly.

"How did you find out?" he whispered conspiratorially, and then he grasped her arm abruptly and dragged her into a nearby compartment.

"What do you mean?" Hermione said while struggling to get her arm away from his strong grip.

"How did you find out?" he persisted, "Have you been reading my journal?" Hermione was gob smacked at news of a journal "asking the help" he squeezed her arm, "how?" he finished as Hermione wrenched her arm from his grip.

"How did I find out WHAT?" She said exasperatedly, "I have no idea what you mean."

He seemed to be contemplating something, looking somewhere just above her shoulder, and after two minutes of quiet thinking he said "On your knees…Until I say you can…" so softly she had to lean in closer to hear him over the moving of the train. "You said those words…how did you find out?" he finished lamely.

"When did I say that? I don't remember ever saying that?" Hermione asked thinking to a time when she might have.

"Back there," he gestured to the head compartment, "you were staring at me, then you said It." He finished sitting down with as much grace as a bow legged ballerina. Hermione sat across from him unsure of what to say. (You may as well come clean) she thought,

"Look I haven't got a clue about why I might have said it," (liar) she thought, "but you seem to be fine," (Yeah right, look at him he's a wreck) she thought again, "look we have to patrol the hallways come on." She said encouragingly, as she noticed their badges glowing blue. She wasn't surprised to see him rise and lift his chin, and walk out,(you know he's upset, why did you lie?) her conscience nagged, look I'm under the impression he doesn't want to talk about it her logical mind countered.

They patrolled the halls until the lunch trolley came around. They spoke very little, but when they did it was mainly a "you go that way, I'll go this way" or how much longer?" soon they were on their way back to the head compartment, ready for a break. When they arrived they found professor Snape sitting alone, swirling a glass of burgundy wine in one hand and a book resting in the other.

"Ah…back from your rounds I see." It wasn't a question; he said it without looking up.

"Yes professor." Draco said from beside Hermione. She gave him a quizzical glance and sat down to a plate of warm pork and vegetables… (Ahh…the joys of being a head girl.)

XxX

Draco watched Hermione eating, the way her lips wrapped around her fork as it transported the right amount of pork to her mouth. He himself had not touched his food, but his grumbling stomach convinced him to spear a piece of carrot and chew on it slowly. He continued to watch her, his eyes wandering to her legs, crossed under the table, one hanging on top of the other, the curve of her calves and her soft looking thighs revealed by the movement of the train, shifting her robes. Her short black pleated skirt, her dark brown tank top beneath, clinging to her new formed curves. His eyes travelled to her low neckline, and the curve of her breasts…bouncing…with the movement of the train. He finished chewing his carrot and looked at her face, she was smiling, apparently savouring the flavour of the food, and licking her lips. He felt his groin flush with heat at the innocent action. Then she looked up.

XxX Hermione could sense Draco watching her eat, but had not understood why, she couldn't help but acknowledge the wonderful taste of the pork, moving around in her mouth, she smiled and licked her lips, she was about to take another bite when, again she felt the pleasure she had felt so suddenly that morning. She could feel it, more powerful then before, concentrated. But it did not fade; it was building, as though she was being played with.

Then her intelligent mind quickly put the pieces together…Draco…she looked up, to meet his gaze, his cheeks were flushed and he quickly sot his hand under the table and keep them there.

XxX

"What?" draco asked, his voice constricted, he shouldn't feel guilty about thinking that way, whoever denied that she was attractive, was a complete idiot, what made him suddenly become defensive was his immediate reaction to her sexual call.

'Nothing…" she replied grinning as she continued to eat her lunch, sure to lick her lips every now and then, testing the waters, and with this she came the right conclusion, every time she did so, it was followed by a sudden burst of electric heat burning through her body, tingling her senses making her hormones react.

(Fun…that's what it is…) her mind told her… but something else…she had a feeling it was that unearthly presence…made her believe that it wasn't just fun, she liked the attention…from him…

A/N: well there you have it...chappie four...hoped you liked it, its kinda twisted, wellmy idea, that is, is tiwsted, soon it will be even more so... review