A/n: Thanks so much for the reviews. They made my day. Seriously though, I do need ideas. I am kinda just writing this. I don't really have anything planned out. So if you have any really awesome ideas, let me know. You'll be given credit, don't worry. I'll try and incorporate them in the story and put my own twist on it, but you'll still be given credit for inspiring me. Put up with me. This one might not be that good and it'll probably be shorter than Chapter 1. Sorry. But thanks for reading, anyway.

Chapter 2:

Did he hear her right? She would tell him later? She spoke to him like they were acquaintances, friends even. Like they were equals. When did she pick up this superiority complex? She never spoke to him like that. In fact, she never spoke to him in general. She used to fear him. Why not anymore? He didn't want to wait until they got in the common room for her to tell him. He bet she wasn't planning on telling him at all. But he wanted to know now. He gets what he wants. He doesn't wait for anything or anybody. Especially people of her status. She never should have spoken to him that way. It surprised him. It made him put his guard down. He couldn't let that happen again. He needed to see her with her guard down now, to even it out. He knew she had secrets she didn't want people to know about. Or maybe she wanted people to know. He didn't know. He knew she had secrets and a lot for that matter.

He had it all planned out. He knew she wouldn't want to sit with him in a carriage. Why would she? He didn't care. That's what he was going to do. He was going to break her in that carriage. He was going to make her tell him everything. She would be easy to break. She was obviously weak. Sure, she could talk back to him, but she had just started looking him in the eye when he spoke to her. It was probably just a one time thing anyway. She was feeling strong today. He would break her down. And he would make her fall for him. He had absolutely no intention of falling for her. It was just part of his plan. His plan to make her weak, to make her put her guard down, even for one night. That's all he cared about.

He walked off the train and looked for her slightly bushy brown hair. He saw her looking around for someone. Probably Potter and Weasley. Why did she even bother with them? He supposed they made her feel good about herself. Maybe they kept her around to feel better about themselves. She looked his way. Their eyes met. She turned away quickly. He already thought she was getting weaker. Just looking at him made her fearful. He silently followed her to a carriage. She appeared to be by herself. Why weren't Potter and Weasley with her? He quickened his pace. No one else seemed to be entering her carriage. His pace quickened even more. He finally made it. He looked inside quickly. She was alone, reading a book as always. She seemed to never stop reading. That book looked familiar though, just like a book at Malfoy Manor. Before he got the chance to get a better look, she noticed him standing there and snatched the book out of his view. "What do I owe the pleasure?" She said snapping him back to earth. "There's no room anywhere else," he replied. They both knew very well this was a lie. There were probably enough carriages for every student to ride in their own. Neither of them said anything though.

Hermione was nervous. Yes, she was nervous. His presence made her nervous. She knew the type of people he grew up with. She knew the immense training he had gone through to break people. She was nervous, yes, but she had faith in herself. Sure, he was unbelievably strong, hardly ever letting his guard down, but she had never let hers down either. She supposed he had just come here to merely annoy him. She never suspected he would try and get anything out of her.

"Granger, what were you saying on the train." And then that hope left her head. "Nothing. I told you to forget it. I was planning on telling you later, but now I don't think I'm going to." He wasn't getting frustrated, angry, anything. He didn't have a reaction. If anything, he seemed…amused?

"You will tell me." She was contemplating telling him. He probably wouldn't even believe her. And in the slim chance he did, well then good. She would get what she wanted. To be above him. For him to fear her. For him to beg for forgiveness of the years of name calling and harassment he put her through. To beg to not tell her father what he had done.

"I'm Voldemort's daughter," she replied. He stared at her. His mouth was slightly open. He blinked. "I'm serious, tell me the truth," he replied.

"I did, didn't I?" She spat back. "Why didn't you ever tell anyone?" He said with the shock still evident in his voice, something that is not Malfoy-esque at all. He was doing a horrible job at hiding his emotions today.

"People wouldn't look at me the same, would they? People would hate me. Everyone except people like you. Not to mention, I didn't find out for sure until this summer," she replied bluntly.

"What do you mean, 'For sure'?" he inquired. "I found out this summer. My adopted parents told me. I always had a feeling though. Soon, whenever you taunted me, I started to agree with what you were saying. If I truly was the daughter of muggle dentists, why would I agree with you?"

They sat in silence for a few minutes. He was staring at her thinking how bookworm Hermione Granger, or is it Riddle now, is the daughter of the Dark Lord. Surely his father would have known, right? His father was often referred to as the Dark Lord's right hand man. Why didn't he tell him?

"Did my father know?" She looked up from her book. "What? Oh, yeah, he did. Why?" His face clouded with anger. "Why didn't he tell me?" he growled. "My father didn't want you to know. He still doesn't want you to know. But I wanted you to know." He became silent again. He wanted to ask her why she wanted him to know. He had many questions. One of them being why he believed her. If anyone else came up to him and said that, he would have laughed in their face. He supposed there was sincerity in her voice. Almost as if she was unsure of how she felt about it.

Hermione knew how she felt about being the one and only daughter of the Dark Lord. She didn't know how she felt about Draco. What would happen now that he knew? Would he treat her differently? Did she care? Did she care about him? She could tell he looked at her differently. Out of awe or anger, she could not tell. But she knew something had changed in him.

He knew he was jealous. She had the power he always wanted. In the matter of seconds, she gained the upper hand. He didn't know how to feel. About her, about anything for that matter.

In a matter of seconds, his whole view on her changed.