Disclaimer: Hey so obviously, I do not have an imagination to create a place or characters like these so.none of them belong to me. Only the sick n twisted plot came from *my* imagination. Lol. Oh, hey um there will be a little cursing in here so that why it's PG-13 try n deal with it. It's not a lot though. Enjoy yourselves!

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Chapter 12: A Kiss Among Friends….

"Father!!!" Draco exclaimed.

"Oh gods!" Hermione breathed, letting her head drop in her hands.

"Trying to uphold the family name Draco?" Lucius questioned calmly. "Well, I have to tell you something, there is only one thing wrong about this...THE BITCH IS A MUDBLOOD DRACO!" he violently shouted at his son. "How could you ever touch filth like that?!?"

Draco came to his senses and un-straddled himself from his girlfriend. "She is not a Mudblood! I love her!"

"Crucio!" Lucius yelled, causing his young son to fall off the couch in wrenching pain. And causing Hermione to scream in horror. "Shut up girl! Get away from him! He needs to learn a lesson!"

Hermione was too busy worrying about Draco to hear him. She crouched down next to Draco and held him in her arms. He groaned while holding the non stop stabbing in his stomach.

"I SAID GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HIM GIRL!!!" Lucius ordered.

"NO! GET AWAY FROM US!!!" she yelled back while slapping his hand away.

"Wrong move missy!" He grabbed her by her full head of hair, and violently threw her across the floor, the middle of her back smashing against the corner of a table.

"Ahhhh!!!!" she screamed in pain.

"Hermione!" Draco called out to his girlfriend. Lucius shut him up with yet another curse.

Lucius was still yelling curse after curse at Draco. Hermione pulled herself up to sitting position against the bottom of a chair, hand against her spine in wrenching pain. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut, attempting to block out any sight of what she did not to want to see. Which was everything.

Draco's screams and shallow breathing was music to Lucius' ears. He would not have done this by choice, but he *had* to put his son in his rightful place.

"Why the hell are you here? Leave us the fuck alone!!!"

"I am here, my dear," he bent down, only inches from her face, causing her eyes to fly open, "thanks to an anonymous source. A source, which I am very thankful for. A source, that led me to find out about you little rendezvous with my adolescent son."

"Rendezvous? Adolescent? Be careful with those big words. You might hurt yourself." Lucius raised his hand and quickly brought it down against the side of her face.

"Locomoter Mortis!" he shouted at her. Hermione's legs locked tightly together making her immobile from the waist down.

"Draco! I can't move!"

"I'm coming Hermione!" Draco pulled himself up onto him knees, still in pain, and attempted to crawl to Hermione's side.too bad his father was right there. Lucius took a step away from Hermione and towards Draco.

"What do you think you're doing Draco? Have you not learned your lesson yet? Maybe this will help!" As he had just struck Hermione, he now struck Draco. He raised his foot behind him and brought forward crashing into his son's stomach, causing Draco to let out a whimper.

"Please, stop it!" Hermione begged.

"Do you actually think saying 'please' will make me stop girl?" he kicked Draco again. Hermione shook her head slowly and allowed herself to start crying. She realized that it was useless. She couldn't move, and he would never stop.

"That's right girl, cry. Even though it won't help, cry." Lucius looked down at Draco, who was now unconscious. "I think my son still needs some disciplining. I will be taking him with me now." He pointed his wand at Draco, "Mobilicorpus." Causing him to hover in the air and into the fireplace. Lucius himself then stepped in, took a handful of floo powder, and shouted "Malfoy Manor!"

Hermione was left immobile and in pain on the floor.

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Ron ran to the first place her could think of. The first place where he could be alone with himself. The school Owlrey. Smashing through the heavy wooden door, he landed on the hay before him, and kicked the door shut. With his face still fiery red from what he had just witnessed, he began to kick and throw hay everywhere. Causing owl's to fly in every which direction.

"I cannot believe she would let that filth touch her!" (*A/N- Isn't it ironic? Lucius said Hermione was filth. And Ron said Draco was filth*) Ron fumed. "And he has the nerve to say *that* to me too! I hope he gets what's coming to him! I hope his father tortures him until he screams bloody murder!"

Ron stayed cemented in that Owlrey for only god knows how long. Just thinking blank and meaningless thoughts.

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Harry wondered where everyone had gone. He was sitting in the usually bustling Gryffindor common room when he began looking around him. Wondering why tonight it was so unusually quiet. There was only one other in the common room, a forth year by the name of Tristan Reamer. Harry was going to go over and say "Hi" but thought he'd better not. Tristan was the strangest person in Gryffindor, and he looked much too busy with the drawing of his Zombies anyway. 'Maybe I'll just go and see Hermione.' he thought. He got up, tied his cloak around his neck and set out.

While Harry was walking through damp, dark hallways, he got a bad vibe. He felt like there was something wrong.

"Shit, that walked seemed so long!" Harry commented while rubbing his aching knee. He had arrived at the portrait and quietly said "Pluto". The girl in the portrait, who was looking up at the stars, gave him a worried look. "What?" he questioned rather annoyed, and received no answer. "What?" he repeated. The girl just returned to star gazing. Harry sighed and stepped up and through the portrait hole.

When he got his whole self inside, he heard grunting and groaning. 'Erm.should I leave?' Harry asked himself. He didn't know what was going on just around the corner from him. All of a sudden it went quiet and the portrait shut behind him.

"Hello?" he heard. "Is someone there? Can you please help me?" they begged, voice cracking.

Harry stepped around the corner to find Hermione lying on the floor, legs locked together with a bleeding lip. She was trying to wrench her knees apart.

"Oh my gosh! Hermione! What happened?" Harry asked in shock.

"Just get this spell off of me first, please! I can't feel my legs!"

Harry quickly drew his wand from his robes and announced, "Finite Incantatum!" Hermione's legs loosened and fell apart, allowing all the blood and feeling to return to them. He ran over to her and held his sobbing friend in his arms.

"Harry, my god Harry, it was horrible! He took him! He took him and--"

"Who? Who took who?"

"Lucius, he took Draco!"

"What? Where?"

"Malfoy Manor! Oh god Harry it was horrible! He was using Crucio on him!" she cried. "He wouldn't stop! He almost killed him! He was unconscious! And then, and then he threw me into the table and hit me! It was horrible! We have to get Draco!"

"Hermione, Hermione calm down. Just start from the beginning and tell me everything that happened." she nodded. Harry helped her up onto the couch and tended to her wounds, while she explained everything to him.

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"...and then Lucius was kicking Draco in the stomach, and he fell unconscious. Then he put Draco's body and himself into the fireplace and flooed them to Malfoy Manor."

"Wait so...what were you two doing when he came here?" Harry asked her teasingly.

"We were--well, I--I already told you Harry!"

"I know. I'm just joking."

"This is no time for joking." she said sternly.

"Your right, sorry 'Mione." Harry replied in an apologetic voice. He slowly ran a damp cloth across her forehead and patted her cheek with it. Hermione breathed in sharply. "Are you okay?"

"It's--it's just my back again, it hurts so much." she said, while trying to rub out the pain.

"Here, let me help." Harry helped Hermione turn around and began to massage her back.

She arched her spine and tilted her head to one the sighing and said "Thank you Harry, that feels much better." She turned to face him and gave a warm smile. Harry just laughed nervously and bit his lip.

"It's nothing."

"It *is* something. You've been such a great friend through the years, and throughout this whole ordeal. I just want you to know that you mean so much to me and I am very thankful for having you in my life. Basically, I'm just trying to say thanks...for everything, Harry."

"Your welcome Hermione." Harry could not remember a time in his life when his blood was flowing as fast as it was now.

"Damn."

"What is it?'

"My lip, its bleeding again." she said holding a finger to he bloodspot.

"Oh, here, let me." Her turned her back around and dabbed the damp cloth to her lip trying to stop the blood flow.

There she was, his best friend in the whole entire world, sitting before him and needing love. She needed someone right now. Someone told hold her. Someone to comfort her.

Someone to love her. He could be that someone. She was so beautiful, her hair, in honey brown waves, laying across her milky skin. Her hazel eyes, so gracious. And the one thing Harry couldn't help but noticing, her outfit. He felt the urge to just kiss her perfect lips and take her breath away.

Their eyes were locked together just staring. Hermione finally broke her concentration and looked to the side. She felt guilty for looking *that* way into another man's eyes. That was the way she looked into Draco's eyes.

"Hermione?" she slowly turned back towards him.

"What is it Ha--" she was cut off by the touch of his lips upon hers.

Harry loved this feeling. The feeling of finally getting something you have longed for, for years upon end. Her lips were deliciously warm and giving. But the warmth was soon replaced with a chill. Hermione pulled away rather fast and shot him a look of disgust.

"How? How could you? And after all I just said? How could you?" he jumped off the couch, tied her cloak around her neck and ran for the door, when Harry grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her back.

"Hermione I'm--I'm so, so sorry! I just got caught up in the moment! I don't know what came over me! I never meant to offend you or anything! Please stay."

"No!" she answered sternly. "Just leave me alone!" she shook him off her wrist and ran out the portrait.

It was such a bitter sweet thought. He wanted her, yet could never have her.

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Hermione ripped through the hallways of the darkened school trying to think where she could go to just be alone and think. She stopped, turned around and saw the outside lights coming through he entrance doors. She ran out the doors and across the grounds. With the freezing night air, numbing every inch of her body, she ran to the edge of the Dark Forest and slumped down next to a tree.

"My whole life is a mess!" she loudly announced, tears freezing into icicles while streaming down her face. "I have to do something! I have to get Draco back!" She stood up and wiped her sorrows away.

With determination on her mind, and love in her heart, she marched back up to the castle. Praying that Harry had had enough common sense to leave already.

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A/N- Hey so hope you liked!!!!! This I have to admit was one of my favorite chapters, but hey you can still send flames, constructive only though! Hey.I only received 2 reviews, not form my friends on the last chapter n that was really disappointing! Thanks to those who did review. I have a beta-reader/editor now so my grammar n spelling will be better! Yayfulness! So anyway, I don't want to spend to much time on these author's notes so.bye!!!! Review!!!!