Heehee...im back...hope u like! this one i wrote in math 2day cuz she took our journals so we couldnt take notes anyway, and this seemed like more fun! PLEASE review if you like it, hate it, or imbetween it! I wanna thank and devote my forever love and adoration to my reviewers!

Hermione ceased her struggling and Malfoy nearly released her. Voldemort just smirked in return, his bloodred eyes glistening malevolently in the fading light. The sunset made him look even more menacing.

"What?" It was evident that Malfoy had no idea what this prophecy was. Voldemort had an air of uncaring around him and glanced at Hermione's horrified face.

"In your time you will understand, Draco." His misty voice was almost calming...almost was the imperative word.

"Harry doesn't need me," Hermione sniffed defiantly, trying to force herself to believe it.

"We promised each other that if one of us died, we would move on." Color flushed to Malfoy's face as the words washed over him like ice cold water. He had the sinking feeling that 'moving on' was not limited to the battle.

"When did you become involved with Potter?" Malfoy sneered in a forcedly uncaring way. Voldemort was shocked.

"After you abandoned me," Her anfer continued to stab at him, each attack more painful that the last.

"We cannot allow her to go to Potter. It will be our end if they consumate their relationship." Raging and bubbling anger filled Malfoy quickly at the mere thought.

"I wasn't just going to let her flounce over to Potter, My Lord. I don't want the two of them...snogging any more than you do." Hermione just chuckled, despite her predicament.

"Ha, me and Harry sleep together? Not again." She laughed nervously, Malfoy's head slowly turning to her. She was bluffing, but he did not know that.

Voldemort, however, did. "She lies. It is impossible, the prophecy clearly states..." He stopped himself before he revealed any more information. Malfoy's nostrils flared with indignition and the Dark Lord turned to him, ignoring Hermione's inquiries.

"Draco, would you be ever so kind as to escort Miss Granger to her quarters?" Malfoy complied, a slight glow of satisfaction replacing his once bubbling anger. She was still unhad.

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"You're quite lucky that the Dark Lord allowed you to inhabit Dumbledore's former quarters. Personally he prefers them." Malfoy's attempt at small-talk was sickening.

"When Harry finds me..." She threatened in a blunt manner, Malfoy's eyes narrowing at the mention of the pansy.

"Do not speak that name in my presence, Mudblood." He snarled, returning to his regular Death Eater-esque manner of speaking. Hermione resisted the urge to roll her eyes.

"Or what will you do? Kill me? Even if you wanted to your Dark Lord has made it quite clear that you need me for something." Her voice oozed with confidence that was not quite her own. She had become a master bluffer.

Malfoy sneered in reply, pushing her forward onto Dumbledore's bed, her chocolate brown hair falling onto her face as she stumbled forward. "Git!" She snapped angrily, adjusting her hair and fixing her position.

"I let you live and this is how you thank me? With witty banter and attempted escape?' The question was meant to be rhetorical, but Hermione answered it anyway, a fury clouding her eyes that he had never seen before.

"You LEFT ME! You abandoned me, tossed me aside as you searched for darkness! I knew that you were a power whore but I hoped that you had changed, but you did not. We were supposed to fight this together, not on two different sides!" She exclaimed breathlessly.

He bit right back. "We could have been together, serving under our Dark Lord, but you refused. I did not want to leave you, I wanted you to join me...us, lay where the power is, not rest in your dwindling numbers, death an open invitation. I had no loyalties to Potter or the rest of them. All that I wanted was you." She sneered at this comment, jumping to her feet. She refused to have the low ground in an argument like this.

"I loved you and trusted you!" He winced at the use of past tense, but nonetheless refused to seem discouraged by this.

"We should have been together, we would have been the most powerful witch and wizard to ever grace the planet! The world would be ours!" Hermione fought back just as eagerly.

"No, the world is his! We would just be some foolish pawns in his ruthless game to kill all Mudbloods and let Purebloods roam free! You were a fool to assume otherwise. I love Harry, Ron, and the rest of the Order, but you took them away from me." Her accusatory tone stunned him, but he refused to be speechless.

"Well, you have bad hair!" He growled angrily, only realizing how immature and juvenile it sounded once Hermione began to laugh, giggles racking her body at the stupidity of his insult.

"Oh, now I'm going to tattle to McGonagall for hurting my feelings." She teased as the laughter eased. Malfoy looked completely insiduous.

"Sleep well, Granger." He sneered, unable to take the jests from her any longer, embarrassed that he had lost so wholly to Hermione. Behind him he locked the door with four jinxes, none of which could be undone by Alohamora.

Helloop! i wont be able to update til sunday or monday, even. goin 2 my cousin's grad party! woohoo! n e readers PLEASE leave comments, love it, hate it? suggestions? next chapter i will elaborate on this prophecy...