Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, J.K. Rowling does.

A/n: Just enjoy, not much humor in this one. I find it hard to put comedy in when someone's being tortured. Sorry for the mistakes in previous chapters, it's just that my Microsoft Word must be retarded or something, because it doesn't do a very good job at correcting my mistakes. You're probably thinking, she apologizes now? I'm not sure if you castCruciatus if there really is a red light, but that's how it is in my head. So DEAL! Any who, welcome to Chapter Five… R&R.

Draco froze dead. A tall pale man, with black robes, a cane and hair that went down to his waist stood in the portrait entrance. His father had just caught him with Hermione. He was in some deep shit.

"Messing with the mudblood I see. Draco, I thought you were better than that," he mocked. Hermione gave Lucius a shocked but abhorrent look at the same time. Now she knew where Draco got his charm. Draco looked at Hermione.

"Hermione, I need you to go somewhere safe," he looked at her intently "Now." He finished firmly. Hermione looked at him, then at his father. She nodded, and left for her room. After all, she did need to be close by, just in case he was hurt. As soon as Lucius thought Hermione was gone he gave Draco a very dangerous look. He swiftly took his wand from his cane and cast a silencing charm on the common room. Draco slowly took out his wand from his robes, but Lucuis simply took it away with an "Expelliarmus"

"The Dark Lord will not be pleased," said Lucius terrifyingly slow. He came into the common room, "Do what you want with the girl, then leave her," he ordered.

"I'm not getting the Dark Mark," replied Draco "so there's no need to "discuss details" and I'm not leaving Hermione," he continued "Not much to discuss really, a lunatic in a robe, gives you a tattoo on your arm. Now, I think you should leave" Draco said as he pointed to the exit.

"Do you think I care what you think?" Lucius came closer "You will get the Dark Mark, whether or not you like it. It is expected of you."

"You're a hypocrite," Draco said growing angrier. A smirk grew on Lucius' face.

"A hypocrite?" he mocked "I'm not the Death Eater who will kill mudbloods, yet kiss them in deserted common rooms."

"I'm not a Death Eater," he continued "You've always told me Malfoy's were leaders, superior to anyone, and yet you would do absolutely anything for the old bat, like a slave.

"Why you little-"

"Tell me father, what do you get out of it? Is it because of power? Or is it because you're a coward?

When Hermione got to her room, she slowly closed the door and turned the locks. She was in her room seriously distressed. He prayed to Merlin that his father wasn't giving Draco a hard time. She figured his father was bad, but when she looked in the pensieve, she found the true potential of Lucius Malfoy. She sat on her bed with her arms folded on her lap deeply listening for any sounds. She thought to herself, he probably put up a silencing charm. So she sat in the silence, waiting for a clue, any clue.

Draco was up to a wall with a wand in the arc of under his chin.

"Draco, you know very well that you do not want to get on my bad side, I'd hate for something unfortunate to happen to you," he drawled.

"Do you now? Well, guess what Lucius?" Draco had never called him that, he had always been addressed "Father". "I'd hate for you to get captured and accused with all the murders you've committed, but we all can't get what we want do we?" replied Draco sarcasm dripping with every word.

Lucuis narrowed his stormy gray eyes and cast the bright red light that was the Cruciatus curse on his son and cruelly smiled at the writhing figure at his feet.

"You will become a Death Eater, Draco," he said "Besides you have no where to go, if you betray the Dark Lord, you'll die, and if you go to the side of the light, well you know very well they wont believe you with your background"

The pain was inconceivable; it was pulsing, living breathing fire flowing through his veins. He couldn't hear, think, or breathe. He wanted it to end. Draco wanted to die, just to make the pain stop.

Hermione was looking for any signs, when she saw a bright red light coming from the common room through the crack of her door. The kind of bright red light that made Hermione's blood freeze. It could only mean Cruciatus curse. She started to panic. She couldn't run down and get Draco and her both killed. She knew Lucius was a very dangerous man and that he was capable of anything. Also, Draco told her to stay put. For some strange reason, she trusted him. So she needed to go to the only man she knew could help her. So she went to her owl, Geniseve and took the bit of parchment from her desk and began to write. Hermione soon finished writing on the parchment and sent Geniseve through evening sky. As she watched her take off, she walked toward her door and slowly turned the locks and opened the door.

"I think you've had enough," Lucius said as he pointed his wand to Draco "Finite Incantantum "

Almost immediately Draco stopped to shake violently. Lucuis sat in one of the brown couches of the common room as he watched at his son get up on his two feet and lean against the wall. "I do not know where you learned to talk back to me but I do not like it, Draco. This change in your behavior can get you seriously… injured." He said menacingly.

"Is that a threat?" asked Draco. Lucius just eyed him in a way that showed revulsion.

"Nothing has changed I see, Oh, I feel right at home. After, all I have been receiving threats from you all my life," scorned Draco weakly.

"Honestly Draco, a MUDBLOOD? Have I taught you nothing?" Draco thought. He looked at his father with pure hatred.

"No"

"Well, there is no use for you," explained Lucius as he got up from the sofa "Good bye Draco," he said as he drew his wand. "Your mother will miss you. Any last words?"

Draco swallowed. "See you in hell"

"Avada Ke-"

A/n: Oh anothercliffhanger. I'm sorry but they're just so fun. Don't worry though; I'll be posting these up about once a day. I sort of like Draco in this chapter, he may facing death, but he still as cocky as hell. Maybe it's his father. Sorta hot. So…. Does Draco die? Who did Hermione write the letter to? What comes before? The chicken or the egg? Find out next chapter.