Draco stared darkly at the envelope in front of him. While the front of the envelope was blank, he knew exactly who it was from.

On the back of the envelope, the dark green seal with the hissing snake, made any curiosity or surprise he had originally, disappear. It was the Malfoy family's seal. His father's seal.

Hermione rose off the bed and rushed towards him. She stood besides him gazing curiously at the letter.

Wait a minute… Why would the owl bring the letter to Hermione's room?

Draco glanced back up at the owl still perched on the dresser in front of him. It was staring at him with its sharp black eyes, and he could see its claws chipping the paint of the dresser.

"Open it!" exclaimed Hermione. Draco couldn't tell if she was more terrified, nervous, or just plain excited.

Draco sighed, mentally preparing himself. He carefully tore open the top of the envelope and pulled out the neatly folded parchment.

He unfolded it carefully, making sure as not to rip it, then froze.

It was blank.

Draco's eyebrows rose questionably. He glanced at Hermione, who seemed as if she would like nothing better then for him to read it aloud.

"What's it say?" asked Hermione eagerly.

Draco looked from her soft brown eyes, to the parchment again.

"Nothing," he replied softly, refolding it. "Nothing at all."

"What do you mean nothing?" asked Hermione skeptically.

"I mean what I said! Nothing! It's blank!"

"Really? Let me see." Draco handed the eager girl the parchment.

Hermione unfolded it and gasped in shock.

"I told you it was blank!" said Draco in his best I-told-you-so voice.

"It's not blank." Said Hermione. Her voice began to quiver.

"It's for me."

HERMIONE'S POV

"What are you talking about?" asked Draco skeptically. Hermione felt him lean over her shoulder to peak at the parchment.

"It's blank!" he said yelled loudly, not realizing her ear was right there.

Hermione turned towards him, cringing at the pain in her ear.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Hermione exclaimed pointing to the dark black ink on the parchment. "I can read it easily! Here is says Ms. Granger,…"

"You aren't pointing anything! "he exclaimed. "Nothing is there, Granger!"

Suddenly, Hermione understood everything.

"I know what's going on." She said.

"What?" asked Draco.

"This letter has been charmed so no one but the addressee can read it. It's a simple charm really. I read about it in…"

"Enough about books Granger." Draco interrupted, rolling his eyes. "What does the letter say?"

Hermione shot him an annoyed glance, but said nothing. She returned her eyes to the letter and read aloud.

Ms. Granger,

It has come to my attention that you have been aiding my son in his attempt to escape the all powerful Dark Lord. What he doesn't know is that there is no escape from me, and sooner or later, he will pay the price for his actions. Helping him is only extending his life. If you cease to aid him, your life shall be spared, but if you continue, you both will pay the price. You have been warned mudblood.

Lucius Malfoy

Hermione finished the letter then looked up at Draco. His face was expressionless, and any emotions he felt were hidden. He just stared distantly at nothing in particular.

"What are we going to do?" Hermione asked him. He snapped back to attention.

"I'm not sure." He replied. "Most likely nothing."

Hermione opened her mouth to argue, but closed it again.

What's the point? There isn't really anything we can do.

Draco and Hermione looked quickly from the bed to each other again. Hermione wasn't sure if he was trying to signal her to get back on, or if he was just remembering the occurrences a few minutes ago.

"Well," Hermione whispered suddenly. "What now?" Draco's silver eyes sparkled at her again.

"I don't know…" Draco said smiling mischievously. He stepped a bit closer to her.

Hermione smiled at him and did the same.

I love that smile.

Hermione wrapped her arms around Draco's neck, while his hands fell on her hips. They neared in closer…

KNOCK KNOCK.

Both Draco and Hermione jumped and glanced out the still ajar door of her room, to the large common room.

"Someone is at the door." Hermione said annoyed. Draco slowly removed his arms from around her, and grumbled out the door. Hermione followed behind him, and they both walked down the long stone staircase to the large wooden door.

Draco pulled the heavy door open to reveal a tall redhead with fiery eyes to match.

"What do you want Weasel?" asked Draco sternly.

"I want to speak to Hermione." Ron returned glaring.

"Hey Ron!" smiled Hermione happily upon seeing him in the doorway. Ron's face immediately lit up.

"Hey Mione!" he said smiling. "Come and eat dinner with us."

Hermione exchanged quick glances with Draco.

"I've already eaten." She lied. "The house elves brought it to us."

"Oh…" replied Ron a bit sadly. "Well…want to take a walk with me later?" he asked hopefully.

Hermione smiled at him.

"Sure Ron. I'll meet you by the lake around 7:30."

"Alright!" he replied happily. "See you then Mione!" Ron started back down the long staircase, and Hermione shut the door behind him.

She turned around, and watched as Draco picked up the little golden bell on the mantle, and shook it gently. A small high-pitched tingling sound filled the silence in the room, and almost immediately, a small timid house elf appeared.

"What would the two a'yas like sir?" he asked with a accent.

"What do you want?" Draco asked turning towards Hermione.

"Umm…I don't care." She replied. "I'll have whatever you're having."

"I guess two plates of fried chicken then." Draco said turning back towards the patient house elf.

"Yes sir, right away sir." He said obediently. He snapped his fingers, before disappearing in a puff of smoke.

Draco fell back on the big comfy couch.

(A/N: Yes, I did love that show when I was younger. :)

He propped his feet up on the small coffee table in front if it, and motioned for Hermione to join him.

Hermione smiled at him, and sat next to him on the couch. She leaned her head against his chest, and closed her eyes. She felt him, wrap his strong arms around her, and pull her close. A smile spread across her face.

This is wonderful.

Suddenly, a thought came to her head, and her smile disappeared.

"Hey Malfoy?" Hermione whispered to keep the silence in the room.

Should I start calling him Draco, or just keep it Malfoy?

"What is it Granger?" he whispered back.

I guess keep it Malfoy.

"Why are you running from your father? You never did tell me."

Draco was silent for a moment. Hermione was afraid he wasn't going to answer.

"My father wants me to do some work for He Who Must Not Be Named. I refused, and now he's trying to kill me.

"What kind of work?" Hermione asked curiously. Draco sighed.

"I can't tell you."

"Yes you can," Hermione replied persistently.

"No, I can't" Draco replied more forcefully. "It would put you in danger."

Hermione scoffed.

"Are you kidding me?" she asked. "I've been in danger since the dressing room. Not only that, you were sleeping in my bed, at my house. I've always been in danger, Draco Malfoy, and that hasn't stopped me before."

Draco was silent for a second, obviously contemplating this. Suddenly, she felt his arms grab her, and turn her body to face him. His silver eyes were sparkling again.

"You must never tell anyone what I'm about to tell you. Understand?" he asked, their noses almost touching. Hermione nodded quickly.

"I won't tell a soul."

Draco breathed another sigh, before pulling her towards him. The kiss was quick, but full of meaning. Sparks shot through her.

"Okay," he began, when the fireworks ended. "The Dark Lord asked me to kill someone."

"Who?" asked Hermione curiously.

"I don't want to tell you."

"Why?"

"It would hurt you."

Hermione paused.

"It's not Harry or Ron is it?"

"No." Hermione noticed a small grumble in his voice. She ignored it.

"Who then?"

"I don't want to tell you!"

Hermione sighed. She contemplated in her mind ways she could get Draco to tell her who they were. Finally, she dove in close to him.

If this doesn't work, nothing will.

DRACO'S POV

Suddenly, Draco felt her lips on his, and her arms slide around him. He moved his hands down her sides, to land securely on her hips. Hermione slid off the couch, and moved on top of him. Draco enclosed her in his arms, and the kisses continued.

Suddenly, Draco felt another tongue hit his, and he returned the gesture. The kiss immediately intensified, and Draco could feel himself sweating and longing for her.

Almost as suddenly as it came, Hermione pulled herself away from him.

Draco looked longingly at Hermione, his eyes asking her why she stopped. She smiled sweetly at her.

"Who?" she asked him. Draco stared at her.

"You're crafty," he said smiling back at her. "but, I'm still not telling you."

Hermione frowned.

"Dang it."

Draco laughed.

"You didn't actually think that would work did you?" he asked. Hermione smiled at him.

"Not really, but it was worth a try. Besides, I did enjoy myself."

Draco nodded.

"Very true." He replied. Hermione smiled at him.

"Can you please tell me?"

Hermione growled in frustration, making Draco smile.

"Do that again."

"Do what?" she asked.

"Growl like that."

Hermione smiled slyly at him.

"Tell me who, and I will."

Draco stared at her for a second. He was tempted to see how far he could push her, but he thought better of it.

I might as well tell her. If I don't she's just going to bug me about it the rest of the night.

"Do you really want to know who?" he asked her.

"Yes, very much. Who was it? Who were you supposed to kill?" Hermione said hastily. Draco sighed knowing what the reaction would be when he said it.

"You."