A/n: Almost two months later and here I am. Let's see where this goes.

When she woke up the next morning, she felt good. She felt well rested. And happy. She knew she was happy because of him. And she also knew that wasn't necessarily a good thing.

She was worried about her father. She knew if he found out she went against his will, she'd be in a lot of trouble. As the majority of the wizarding world knew, he had quite the temper. And this is just if he found out Draco knew about her lineage. What would he do if he found out Draco knew about the marriage.

She shook all thoughts of her powerful father from her mind and padded her way across her room and to the bathroom. She knocked to make sure he wasn't in there and when there was no reply, opened the door. She stripped herself of her clothes and went into the shower. Instantly, any remaining thought of her father was pushed away. She shampooed her hair and let the water fall on her head as her eyes closed, blocking out any noise and thought.

After what she thought may have been an eternity, she opened her eyes and finished the rest of her shower quickly. She figured he would have to be up by now and that he would need to get in the shower.

She stepped out of the shower and wrapped the towel around her body. She walked quickly into her room and got out her uniform and underwear. After changing, she looked at the clock. It was still only 7:30. Breakfast went until 9:30 and her first class wasn't until 10.

After drying and fixing her hair and applying eyeliner and mascara, she grabbed the book she was reading on the train and headed downstairs.

She all of a sudden was feeling tired, having woken up so early for no reason. She looked from the couch to the kitchen and finally decided to go make herself a cup of coffee. She poured the coffee into a mug and left the rest for him incase he wanted some later.

She made her way back over to the couch. She sat on the right end, her legs curled under her and an arm resting on the arm rest. She became deeply engrossed in the book.

The quiet that came after the calming noise of the shower shut off woke Draco with a start. He heard her make her way into her room. He quickly got out of bed and walked straight into the bathroom. He quickly showered and ran back into his room. He figured he was running late. He got dressed and ran downstairs.

"What are you in such a hurry for?" He heard a voice come from the other side of the room and he neared the kitchen.

He looked and saw her curled up on the couch. "What? Wait. What time is it?"

"7:45"

"Fuck! I thought I was running late."

"Well there is coffee in the kitchen if you'd like some."

"Thanks."

Slightly fuming, he stalked into the kitchen and got a cup of coffee. No wonder he was still tired, awake hours before he should be. He grabbed the coffee and slowly made his way into the living room again. He sat down in an armchair opposite him and propped his feet up on a coffee table.

He took a long drink from his coffee mug, but when he heard no sound from her put the mug down and looked at her. Of course, she was completely engrossed by some book she was reading.

Except he had read that book before and he knew first had that it was no normal book and that it had come from his personal library at home.

"So that's where that book went to."

She jumped slightly at the sudden sound of his voice.

"Oh. I'm sorry. I took it when I was there for a meeting with your father and my father. I found it pretty boring so I went off to the library."

"Oh, I don't mind. I didn't like it anyway."

"Really? I find if completely interesting. This could be us some day, Draco."

Draco stared at her hard. "Hermione, how long have you known, personally, a Death Eater?"

She looked slightly taken aback and then reluctantly answered, "Well…I guess only since I found out who I was. But that doesn't mean--."

"No, Hermione. That's exactly what it means. You don't know what they are really like. Yes, I'm sure my father was very pleasant with you. And your father surely would do anything for you. But they really aren't something to aspire to be."

Her jaw went slack. Draco bleeding Malfoy, whose very own father was the Dark Lord's right hand man, was telling her the whole lot of Death Eaters were nothing to want to be. She looked and him and sent him a glare to rival only that of her father's. She slammed the book shut and dropped it loudly on the table.

"You don't know what you are talking about, Malfoy."

As he watched her walk out the portrait hole, he suddenly was seething with anger. Who does she think she is? She knows a Death Eater for 3 months and she suddenly knows everything about being one and about what they are like. Well he knew she had no idea. He knew she would only find out the hard way.

She was simply fuming as she quickly walked downstairs and out of the castle. She made her way to the edge of the grounds, where she would be able to Apparate. As soon as she got there, she apparated straight to Malfoy Manor.

The guards around the mansion alerted Lucius Malfoy to someone's arrival at his home. No sooner had he stood up from his chair, did the doorbell ring. He quickly made his way to the door and opened it, revealing a very disheveled and pissed off looking Hermione.

"Wh-What are you doing here?" He asked, completely surprised and utterly bewildered at the sight of her on his front doorstep.

She merely asked "Where is my father. I need to see him now." The Senior Malfoy, still with a look of surprise and confusion on his face, led her to the room he had been in only moments before. As they walked in, the Dark Lord was sitting patiently in a chair opposite the one Lucius Malfoy just sat himself in. He, on the other hand, did not look surprised of confused one bit.

"Father. I need to speak with you. Privately." She added and shot a sideways glance and Lucius. The Dark Lord motioned that he should leave and he somewhat reluctantly got up and left the father and daughter alone.

"What can I do for you, Hermione?"

"Draco…he- well he knows. And we were getting along, you know? But then we had a row. Because he said the whole lot of Death Eaters weren't to be looked up to. I-I left him and I came here."

For the first time since she had spoken, she looked at her father. He looked positively livid. She couldn't tell, though, if it was because he knew or because of what he said.

"You told him? I specifically told you not to, you stupid, stupid girl!"

She looked mortified. Her heart beat steadily increased and her father's yelling did. Soon, she noticed a man appear in the corner of the room. He was someone she had never seen before, and didn't really care about him, besides the fact that he kept throwing her a disgusting grin when she would look over at him.

Before she could register it, he was standing next to her father's armchair. He was tall and muscular and definitely frightening. Her father whispered a few words into the man's ear. His grin grew even larger at the words, and before she knew it he had grabbed her by the hair and was dragging her out of the room.

Lucius was standing outside the doors and she screamed for him to help, but he merely just went back into the room to talk more with the Dark Lord.

The man dragged her down the hall, with her kicking and screaming all the way. Through her panic, she realized they were headed towards the guest bedrooms. Her heartbeat pounded harder in her chest and her breathing became heavier. What was her father doing?

She screwed her eyes shut and felt herself getting dragged into a room on the left side of the hallway. The man pulled her up by her hair and pushed her harder into the room. She tripped and hit her head on the footboard of the bed. She whimpered and lifted her hand gingerly to her head. As she did this the man slapped her hard, pushing her onto her side with the force. He kicked her in the stomach, making her moan in pain and curl into a ball, her screwed up in an expression of pain. He wrapped his hand around her forearm and threw her onto the bed.

He reached for his wand and cast a silencing spell on the room. Her ribs were cracked and when she tried to stand up, she gasped in pain and fell back onto the bed. He climbed on the bed, undressing her. Steady tears were falling down her face now. Yet all she could think of is why they weren't helping her.

At 9:45, Draco headed to Transfiguration, the first class of the day. Despite the anger that was boiling inside him mere hours ago, he was starting to get worried. Surely she wouldn't miss the first class of the year.

Transfiguration went by smoothly, as they were beginning human transfiguration. Yet she didn't return. Nor was she there for Potions. Or Defense Against the Dark Arts. It was time for lunch now and any anger that he had in him was drowned out by worry when there was still no sign of her in the castle.

He quickly made his way up to the Head dorms and looked again in her room and in the bathroom. She wasn't there or in the common room or kitchen. He dejectedly walked back into the common room and sat on the couch. He didn't have another class, Arithmancy, until 3:00 and now it was only 12:15. He watched the fire dance merrily in front of him, trying to distract himself.

At 2:00, he heard a noise from outside the portrait. He looked up and saw her walk in. Her hair was a mess and she was clutching her stomach. Her face was dirty and her clothes were ripped. A few tears running down her face.

He ran over to her and just in time because as he did, her legs gave way. He led her to the couch and sat her down. Her arms were wrapped firmly around his neck, not giving the appearance of letting go. He let her rest like that until her crying subsided.

Carefully, he asked where she had been, what happened, and voiced his concern. He saw her face screw up in pain. "He-I-he had-he had them beat and-and…rape me," she said in barely an audible whisper before choking on a sob again.

"What? Who? Who is he?"

"I-Oh, Draco you were right about them. My-my father. He was upset with me. You-You weren't supposed to know about me. He-he was furious. There was a man. He told the man to do it. You-you were right."

Draco looked down at the girl silently crying into his chest. A hatred he had never felt for the Dark Lord and his group of followers swelled in his chest. He gripped her even closer, yet all he could do was try and comfort her, and try and keep her safe from them.

A/n: HELLO NEW DIRECTION IN STORY! Yes, when I first started this story, I wanted Hermione to be evil. But then while writing it I realized 1) I don't really want her to be anymore and 2) It would be too hard to write for me because I never pictured her like that at all. So here is the new LONGER chapter. Review!