A/N- so, okay I am going to continue with this fic. Though I was really hoping to have more people review the story. Oh yeah just so people remember what I said before about how the rest of the story is in Dracos view about everything that pansy has written about his relationship with Hermione. We only go back to referring to the diary towards the end. Thanks people, hope you like it. Just so you know I am currently typing this on my birthday sp those of you who liked it should be thankful, just kidding!

Anyway here it goes……...

LET ME TELL A TALE (CHAPTER TWO)

(We continue first with the diary)

Let me tell you the tale of there love, how it started and how it tragically ended. Draco smiled, he remembered it quite well. He suddenly found himself drifting off into la la land as his memories overcame him and he started to remember all that happened. He closed his eyes and tried very hard not to start crying as the memory of that fateful day began to play in his head, he felt so helpless, so alone.

And suddenly he drifted off into a deep sleep his memories still with him, playing over and over in his mind until it picked one out and just ran with it. This memory was of the time when Draco had first started to respect Hermione, something that grew to so much more than that.

(A/n-we now delve into Draco's memories, yay!)

It all started one day when Hermione was kidnapped and locked in the dungeon of the death eater hideout. The death eaters had kidnapped her in an attempt to lure Harry Potter there to save her. The plan was that as soon as Harry came the Dark Lord would fight against Harry and naturally win and kill the so called hero of the wizarding world.

To the death eaters this plan seemed the absolute best plan ever for they were sure that this would work the only thing was that they had no idea who they were dealing with. Hermione Granger was no ordinary witch, she was a Gryffindor, the epitome of bravery, she just wouldn't stand for any of this, and she'd rather have herself killed than endanger the life of her best friend, her blood brother in a sense. They had no idea that as soon as Hermione would wake up and had found her bearings she would have a few things up her sleeve that even they had never seen. Of course this would all take time but for Hermione time was the one thing she actually had.

Hermione awoke with a start, she looked around at her surroundings and was at a complete loss as to where she was and why her body ached all over and she had a mind splitting headache. A few minutes later Hermione's eyes began to become accustomed to the darkness that engulfed her and she started to make out a few things in the distance.

Her curiosity getting the better of her she started to crawl painfully to the hazy images shed seen before her. After crawling about ten feet Hermione could finally make out what the images were and this horrified her. Before her eyes she saw metal bars, apparently she was locked in some sort of prison. Suddenly things began to click together in her head, of course that's why she was hurting all over and couldn't remember anything other than walking down the street heading to the town library (typical Hermione, her head always in a book, but that's about to change, as the saying goes "prison changes a person").

Her thoughts suddenly halted to a stop as she heard distinct footsteps approaching her cell and could see a tall figure with black robes and hood which covered his face heading towards her. He then came to a halt about a few feet from Hermione's cell and just leaned against the wall.

Hermione was getting really frustrated here; she wasn't used to someone just standing near her and not uttering a sound and was getting angrier by the second. She finally decided to take the situation into her own hands and started to speak, something that the black robed figure had obviously not expected for as soon as her mouth started to omit sound the man jerked his head up looking rather startled. As the man jerked his head up Hermione was able to catch a part of what he looked like, she saw his eyes. They were grayish silver orbs, eyes that lacked anything in them except for the ever so clear show of sorrow and sadness. This person was obviously troubled that was for sure.

Draco couldn't believe it, even after he had told his father countless times before that he did not wish to be a follower of Lord Voldemort his father had still ignored him and instead had begun to torture him. He could still hear Lucius's voice ringing in his head "You will become a follower of the Dark Lord, do you hear me? You will listen to whatever his Lordship tells you and obey his every command." He still remembered his own words quite clearly. "No Father, I will do no such thing, I will not follow a man who isn't even human. You instilled in me the values of a Malfoy and you taught me that one of the most important traits of a Malfoy is that we don't listen to the commands of others and instead do as we please. I don't know about you but I still believe in that and I will not and cannot serve another person, even if that person is the Dark Lord." At that moment he had suddenly gotten a burst of what some would call Gryffindor pride and he had finally told his father off. Immediately after Draco finished his speech he immediately regretted it from the look of disgust that his father was sending him. And before Draco could even utter a word of apology his father had pulled out his wand and pointed straight at Dracos heart and uttered a total of seven words, "You will serve the Dark Lord", before he cast a spell on his son by yelling out "Crucio" immediately Draco felt as though all of his body had been put into a grinder, as if he had just been stabbed with at least one thousand knives. He felt a pain that he had never experienced before, one that he wouldn't wish on his worst enemy (well maybe Potty and Weasel, perhaps even his father now, but other than that no one else).

After his father had taken the unforgivable curse off him he had told a pale faced Draco that he was to take death eater lessons throughout the summer and the day before his seventh year he would receive his dark mark. His father also stressed that Draco would be doing this the whole time with a smile on his face or else he'd have the wrath of his father upon him.

So that was were Draco was heading now, to do his so called death eater training. Today his assignment was to go to the dungeons and keep an eye out on the prisoner they held there. Draco had no idea who this person was nor did he care because as all egotistical prats believe "If something doesn't have anything to do with me than it isn't worth neither my time or attention".

Draco walked down the corridor of the dungeons to the cell which he had been instructed to guard. Feeling bored and at a loss of what to do Draco leant against a wall a few feet away from the cell and began to dose off.

Draco was rudely awoken from his sleep a few moments later as the person in the cell started to yell. Draco jerked his head up and was amazed at what he saw before him. The prisoner who he was guarding was a girl, not only that but she was the girl he'd had a crush on since day one of Hogwarts although he'd never admit it to a living soul. She was the bushy haired, know-it-all-witch Hermione Granger.

A/N- so how do you like it so far, you have no idea how hard I worked on this I rewrote this chapter over at least twenty times before deeming it worthy of submission. I would very much appreciate it if you would please review after reading. People's reviews always brighten up my day. Besides, how do I know if I should actually continue on with the next chapter? In order for me to continue I need to have enough people that say they like it or else it's pointless and a waste of my time which by the way I don't have a lot of.

R and R please!

Chow!

Amorreal

p.s. - in case anyone wants to know I've already titled my next chapter, I plan to call it "hard hitting questions". Cool huh!