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CHAPTER TWO

Hermione stirred and looked up. She saw Ron and Harry's worried face peering down at them.

"Where am I?" She mumbled out .

Harry and Ron seemed relieved to see her awake.

"Hospital Wing. We found you lying outside the Gryffindor Common room." Ron explained.

Malfoy must of moved me there. Hermione thought to herself angrily.

"What happened to you?" Harry asked. Hermione was considering to tell them about Malfoy, but she changed her mind.

"I have no idea…" Hermione muttered.

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A week after Hermione being out of the Hospital Wing, everything went back to normal. Malfoy made no effort to make sure she's alright. He still treated her like dirt.

"Hermione…will you…?" Ron asked her one day in the library. Hermione peered at Ron's DADA essay.

"Alright." Hermione sighed.

"Really? You will?" Ron asked, sounding excited.

"I've been doing this since first year." Hermione rolled her eyes, "Helping you one more time with your homework won't do any difference." She pulled his essay towards her, not noticing Ron's disappointed face.

"No its…" Ron began.

"No no! You got the informations about Wolves and Werewolves mixed up!" Hermione handed back the essay and worked on her own.

"Hermione, listen please!" Ron said louder. Hermione finally put down her pen irritably and looked at Ron.

"What is it Ron?" Hermione sighed.

"I was wondering…you know…"Ron began, turning red.

"Yes?" Hermione asked impatiently.

"What he's trying to ask is if you would go to the Ball with him." Harry said, helping Ron. Hermione looked mildly surprised.

"Oh. I didn't expect that." Hermione said. She turned to her paper and continued to write, her quill scratching the paper.

"Well?" Ron asked.

"You want me to answer now?" Hermione asked, rising her eyebrows. Ron nodded slowly, "Oh heck, alright then." Ron whopped with joy and ran out of the library.

Hermione raised her eyebrows at Harry who laughed. Later on, she packed her bags and went to her common room. She found Pansy devouring Malfoy's face.

"At least do it in your room!" Hermione said angrily. Pansy looked up at Hermione and sneered.

"Why don't you go to yours?" Pansy snarled. Hermione whipped out her wand.

"Don't make me hex you." Hermione threatened. Malfoy pulled Pansy up and dragged her to his room, but before he entered the room, he gave Hermione his famous smirk, before closing the door, "Don't be too loud!" she called after them.

Hermione made her way to her room, but she saw a piece of paper lying on the table, so she went to pick it up to read.

Dear Draco Malfoy

I have arranged you a meeting with the Dark Lord to discuss your future as a Death Eater. When you meet him, just stick to the plan and don't do anything stupid! There won't be and, if or buts!

From, Lucius Malfoy

She quickly placed the paper back, just when Malfoy and Pansy came out of the bedroom. His eyes darted towards the paper in Hermione's hands and fear struck his face. He ushered Pansy out, made sure she couldn't hear them.

"What did you read Granger?" Malfoy sneered.

"N-nothing!" Hermione stammered.

"Nothing? What's that note in your hand?" Malfoy asked.

"Some junk."

"I don't think it's junk. It's my note." Malfoy said, "How much do you know?"

"Enough to know that you're going to be a Death Eater!" Hermione blurted out. He stopped for a moment before sneering.

"Don't spread rumors Granger." Malfoy growled, "You don't know half the story!"

"Yes I do! Your parents are Death Eaters and now you're going to be one too!" Hermione screamed, "You are going to work for Voldemort! How can you do this? How can you stand to kill people and see them be tortured and killed? You're filthy! Just like that filthy son-of-a-bitch!" Hermione was breathless by the end, but then she felt Malfoy plow right into her.

"Don't say what you don't know!" Malfoy breathed, his breath pouring all over Hermione's face.

"I know a lot more than-" She began, but he cut her off.

"You don't know half of it! LISTEN ALRIGHT?" Malfoy asked, and she nodded. He got off her and sat down.

"Tell me."

"It's like this; My parents, especially my dad, wants me to be a Death Eater. I didn't want to and told them that I don't like killing people. My mom excepted it pretty well, but my dad was furious. He told me to be one, either be a Death Eater or die, because the Dark Lord will kill me if I don't." Malfoy finished his story.

Hermione felt bad for saying those stuff to him, so she placed her hands on his shoulders. He seemed surprised, so did Hermione.

"It's alright…I'll be there to help you." She said. He looked up to see if she's sincere.

"You're the only one I told." Malfoy said, "And the only one that understands." He leaned in, bit by bit. Then he placed his lips against hers.

Hermione was surprised, but she kissed him back. He wrapped his arms around her and they were in that position, in front of the fireplace for a while.

Little did they know, something between them is going to happen.

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