I DON"T OWN HARRY POTTER

AN/ Okay... to the thousands of people out there reading this most awesome and popular story... I demand that you review. With reviews come chapters... and the more and more reviews the chapters get juicer... things are to spice up... very...very soon, and yes, to the beautiful CarebearErin ... I am sorry for incorrect spelling... as I said to you in particular a few chapters ago that things would spice and flame by the 5-6 chapter, I apologize. I do believe something sparked, but not as much as I promised... so I'll work on that.

Now for other matters... I would like to thank all those who reviewed my latest chapter, and so yes... things get good this time around in my longest chapter when more of "The Memory" is revealed, and a little inside joke for our couple to spice up some comic romance.

Other matters to be resolved... I apologize that our friend Hermione Granger, and the most luscious Lucius Malfoy are not here to butt heads, and nor is the demonic but sexy Draco for they had to go and pull their parts in the 7th book, I cannot say don't antagonize they didn't tell me anything...

...ha ha ha, yall think I'm crazy don't you?...

...Reader nods...

...I kinda figured gosh! and I was hopeing to make a good impression...

Well... enough of this rubbish... on with my.. newest chapter... CHAPTER 7! dum dum dummmmmm! lol. I kill myself, wipes tear of laughter.

Chapter 7: Mine

Hermione heard the footsteps of the Death Eaters closing in behind her. She turned franticly looking for some place to run.

She ran to a dim corridor, The Death Eaters stopped right behind her. She turned and yelled,

"Percificus Totalis!"

She ran down the corridor, only one in tow now. She saw three doors coming toward her. She reached for the first one and it disappeared. A trick... she tried the second and it was locked, she was getting misty eyes when she reached for the last with lost hope of an escape. When it flew open she took no chances after feeling the Death Eater's breath on her neck.

She ran into the room and darkness swallowed her. Her footsteps echoed off of the walls. She couldn't see an exit, or even her entrance. To her back she heard slow soft footsteps. The Death Eater wanted her to know he was in the room. She heard a door click shut. Her heart beat against her ribs, threatening to break them with every thump.

"I'm glad you chose this room, it's quite suitable for---" she felt his gaze on her back, "--- special occasions," he finished walking toward her quietly.

"Only you would think so---" she turned quickly, her wand pointing at his throat, "--- Malfoy"

Her last word dripped with venom.

She could almost hear him smirk. He took off his mask and his pale attractive powerful angular face was revealed. His steel gaze trapped Hermione on a wall. He barricaded her with his masculine arms. "Only you would know the difference of a man to a boy... why you are so giving to me..." he smiled mischievously. Hermione pushed off the wall and into his chest of muscles. He about wrapped his arms around her waist when she pushed all of him out of her way to exit.

"You are sick Malfoy," she said barely offended.

He took her smoothly on the arm and wrapped her hands behind her in his arms and pushed her small body against the wall she was just on.

The dream slurred together and blurred to the space she recalled most...

... Then he heard.. A moan slowly escaped Hermiones tightly closed lips. Lucius came down on her neck and Hermione...

Hermione woke up at 2:30 in the morning and couldn't go back to sleep, so she went down the stairs to the commen room and sat in front of the still dancing flames of the fire. The licking flames always made it easy for her to think. She then heard Draco's bedroom door open, and she heard him descending the stairs. She heard him stop at mid-step when she started headed back to her room, but was cut at end when Draco jumped the last steps and jumped in front of her exit. She then tried the portrait hole when he jumped in front of that too.

Now she was scared. When he saw that she was frightened he stood up showing who was the most powerful, him. She looked at him now. He wore silk black pajama pants, no shirt revealing a wall of muscle and pale skin, his hair was feather and not all gel. He looked down his nose at her. She looked down at her feet and then noticed that she still had her robes on, Thank God. But looked then noticed he had his wand in his hand.

"If you mind... I would like to talk to you, and in better attire," he looked her up and down. If he was waiting for her to go change he was going to be aging in years before her eyes, then again he did say ...if you mind... so weather she agreed or not they were going to talk, with her in more suitable clothing. She went to turn around and go change, when suddenly she felt naked. She turned around and saw Malfoy studying her softly. She went to cover herself when she felt silk beneath her finger tips. She looked down and saw a black thin long night gown finished with emerald green ribbon for the trim of the gown. Her hair suddenly wisped around her face, then settled back down.

He studied her again, and then a black cloth appeared at the front of the fire. "Sit," he said shortly.

She did so and waited for his 'talking to'

"Listen, what I said about--- yesterday," he choked thinking about how he said he wanted her.

Hermione nodded knowing what he was saying, "Yes," she said still not trusting this guy who almost raped her... twice.

"Well, forget I said such a thing... I hate you... you hate me... period. I want nothing to do with you other than that you are head Girl and I am Head Boy... got it..." he said it all slowly being sure she knew every word.

"So are you calling a truce?" she asked hopefully,

"No I'm saying you're a bitch, plus you are a mud-blood and I don't want you thinking there's anything between us," he said with no hint of any joke.

She wrinkled her nose as though eating something disgusting," ...something between us? Where the hell did this come from?"

Malfoy smirked at her sudden outburst, things were going as they planned, "You know you want me Granger, I see it in your eyes, and your expressions," his eyes shifted across her body, he licked his lips taking his bottom lip into his mouth.

Hermione saw this and anger flared like a burning forest fire spreading wildly throughout her body. Before she could stop herself her fist flew into Malfoys jawbone.

"Accio Robes!" and she flew from the common room quite satisfied with herself as she walked into the library.

His jaws set tightly in his mouth as he saw her fling herself into her Library chair, cursing under her breath. He heard her thoughts as... stupid Malfoys, always thinking their the sexiest things to walk into this world, always thinking their so powerful and demand every thing to be done their freaking way! Damn that Malfoy! Damn his father too... if I ever see that bastard again I'll---I'll--- ugh! the nerve of him to share a memory with me to relive it! That memory of them ALL! Had to be that damn night at the ministry! UGH! Damn THOSE MALFOYS!

"Evening," came Malfoy Sir's cooled voice, "Is something wrong?" He stood behind her, very aware of his presence; she stood up and inched away from his darkly cloaked form.

"No, everything is just fine," She tried to hold back a laugh at her most recent of thoughts, "--Not that it is any of your business of my personal thoughts," she said coolly, not even realizing he was reading them at the very moment she spoke, he could lip what she was about to say when she said "Goodnight, I'll be heading back to my room," but when she turned around he asked, "Is my son being of any problems?" she halted where she was.

There was a silence, "No," she started to walk off when he pulled her back to him in a soft embrace. He whispered past her ear, "If he tries anything, hints anything, you will come straight to me," She turned around arms at her sides, no emotion was read on her face except stubbornness,

"I can handle my own problems," she said,

"Sure, when it comes to a wand... but what if he catches you un-armed and helpless and you have no where to run,"

"You sound as though you are talking to a fourth year,"

"Well---" he couldn't tell her he wanted to protect her, that would be wrong on his standards, not as just a teacher, but for a Malfoy, and he wasn't feeling protectiveness for a daughter, but of something beyond wizard law, but even the laws of the muggle world at which she abided by, being muggle-born... and that too being bad for his reputation, a pure blood breeding with a mud-blood. It sounded wrong to the world, but looking into her almond brown eyes made it seem like it would be heaven, to be one with her, be a whole, to make love to her.

All the while Hermione stared at him, studying him. He wasn't cruel as she remembered. His face seemed softer when he looked at her. He hadn't called her that harsh word that Draco always called her... mud-blood, but by her name.

He shook out of his thoughts and looked down at her. She looked up him with those eyes. He slowly came down and captured her lips with his. His hand cupped the back of her neck while shifting her closer to him. For a while she didn't respond, but then she let loose and sprang wildly to him. For a moment he thought he had entered heaven, but only to be cut short from paradise when she pulled away for air. He was reluctant to let her breathe. He went to let go of her when she took him by the robes and she pulled him back to another paradise waiting.

He was first stunned by her action, but then went back with the angel in his arms.

Hermione was stunned from her own boldness, but he is such a GREAT kisser! He pulled her somewhere Neville, Ron, or even Victor Krum would never take her. He made a heaven in her mouth that took them both away from the world. This time he pulled away from her to take a breath, he chuckled. "Miss Granger... you are truly a questionable young woman," she looked at him,

"-- and a remarkable kisser," he smirked.

She felt heat rise to her cheeks. "Thanks," she pulled away from him and started to walk away.

He started to watch her walk away, but he decided to walk her back. He walked beside her, and she didn't protest when he stopped her to fix the robe that fell open during their rather, intimate moment in the Library.

When they reached her portrait hole, she leaned against the wall and he was in front of her holding her by waist. She noticed when she now studied him in the light that he was wearing emerald green silk pajamas, and the dark cloak he was wearing was the only type of shirt he was wearing and then she noticed it fell open at the middle of his torso. She looked at his wall of a chest and noticed a small dark freckle on his collar bone.

She looked into his face while softly touching the freckle and said "My mother told me when I was young, that freckles are Angel Kisses... she said that if the person you love most, and your meant-to-be kissed it, you would go to heaven that second and meet the angel that gave it to you, and you get to make a wish, and it will be granted to you," Lucius looked into her face and she smiled... he hadn't heard of this... but it was something she believed to be true, and he wouldn't hurt her by saying wishes never came true so she would find out the hard way, because he doesn't want to hurt her.

"I'll see you tomorrow... Hermione," he said softly so she could hear her name,

"Goodnight... Lucius" she said softly and disappeared through the portrait.

"Ssssssssssstahhhhhh woman!" Draco hissed at Madam Pomfry,

"Well, if you want this gone by school tomorrow then you better hold still you pesky boy!" she said sternly,

When the woman walked away he glared after her. Draco felt a horrible pang of fear cover his spine. He looked around and could feel something coming, an all too familiar bad feeling. Pomfry had heard footsteps come to her door. With the quiet of the night, Draco heard the steps more clearly, and the quiet stomping sent a wave of dread over his stomach. The doors opened and in stepped Lucius Malfoy.

"So, what happened to you?" Lucius asked,

"I got in a fight..." Draco didn't look up; he knew his father already knew he was lying...

"Really? Because in your head I see a very angry Hermione Granger..." he almost laughed at his son and took a look at his bruised face, did Hermione really do that much damage? Wow.

Draco stood up almost as tall as his father now. He sniffed his fathers chest from several inches away,

"hmmmmm... Imari father? That's something a girl would wear... only one comes to mind though..." he studied his father's slightly swollen lips,

"Rough day and ---" Lucius raised a hand at his son, fire in his eyes,

"Don't even try me boy... I am not the one who is considered---"

"But oh father, you are... That 'girl' you say is... not just Hermione Granger... but--- a stu-----"

"She isn't a student boy, but an assistant... my assistant... " Draco stood in front of his father,

" She is 22 years younger than you..."

"Yes, she is a woman now, capable of her own choices," he said defending her,

Draco had a look of triumph on his face as he drew closer to his fathers ear...

"What would Dumbledore say about you bedding his best student?"

Lucius didn't show any emotion to his sons' words, but inside he stung, Hermione would loose any chance of good reputation in the wizarding world, he would mess up the blood line... and he would loose all sense of decree to the wizarding comunitee, and he'd loose his chance for another life.

Later, Lucius sat in his office. How could he do this... choose his life over being with a mud-blood! But not just any... Hermione. He thought... his son was going to come back on him hard for the life he made for his son. And he was going to back on him by hurting her. Draco's not stupid, but he would go to lengths, and to extrodinary ones at that.

Lucius was going to sit back and whatch what his son was going to do... and if he goes too far and hurts her to mad lengths, he would kill his own son to make sure Hermione was justified.

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Sage