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Chapter 5

The rest of the day seemed to pass slowly. At least, tomorrow Saturday, Hermione thought walking into the heads common room. To Hermione's surprise Draco was already there. 'Good.' She thought we can talk about what happened and try to figure stuff out. Seeing the look on Draco's face though told her other wise. His usually pale face was sort of red and his hair was falling down onto his face. 'He looks sexy with his hair like that. Shouldn't think about that.' He quickly pulled himself out of his chair, stomped to his door, flung it open and slammed it shut. Hermione blinked not knowing what happened. Deciding it was best to just go to her room she roamed over to her door. As she was walking, something had caught her eye, it looked like a letter. Not wanting to invade his privacy she thought it best to just go to her room. But the way it was crumpled and Draco's attitude told her differently. Before she could stop herself, she opened the letter:

Draco,

Your birthday is December 13, this you already know. But I have a surprise that I think you will enjoy. As you know, The Dark Lord usually only admits members at the age of twenty. But being the son of his right-hand man you will receive special privileges. This being, getting the Dark Mark on December 15. You will do this and make me a proud father. I will pick you up December 12, and you better be ready.

Lucius Malfoy

Her eyes were slightly tearing up. It was only October so maybe he could find away out of this. But what if this is what he wanted. She didn't even know him. This could be the greatest gift to him. But then why did he look so angry.

"Granger, what do you think your doing?" Draco growled, tearing the letter from her hands. He didn't want to be a death eater but there was no way around it. And having Hermione know wouldn't help his situation.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want, I didn't mean to." Hermione stuttered, she looked heartbroken. He didn't know what was going through her mind but it probably wasn't anything good.

"Look it was my letter that doesn't give you the right to just read it. If I wanted you to read it, I would have been like hey, Granger read about my oh so wonderful birthday present I just can't wait to tell everyone. But, I didn't say anything because I figured you would be smart enough to realize that it wasn't yours, you stupid mudblood." ,Draco yelled. He was angry, didn't know why this was such a big deal but it was. He didn't want her to think of him as a death eater. He wanted, well what he wanted wasn't important know. He looked at her and felt something he never had felt before, guilt. He didn't mean to say the last part. It just sort of slipped out. She looked as if she was going to cry. He knew she didn't mean to look but curiosity killed the cat. And Hermione was very nosey. He should have known better to just leave the letter laying about.

"I'm sorry all right, this mudblood should have just minded her own business" and with this being said she walked off to her room and slammed the door. Once in her room she let it go and cried. She thought that he had changed. But no he was still the spoiled rotten pureblood ass. Through her tears she heard a light knock at the door. "Just go away. I don't want to hear whatever you need to say." But the knocking got more intense.

Draco figured if he kept knocking she would get annoyed and just open up. He was sorry he didn't mean to say it. But by now it just comes out whenever he gets angry at her. He felt so guilty he knows it hurt and the letter probably isn't helping. She is going to think for sure that he wants to be a death eater. He knocked harder. He couldn't let her think that. He was thinking when he realized he was knocking air. Yes, he thought she opened up. Looking at her he could see she had been crying.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't hav-." He couldn't finish his sentence because she cut him off with a huge smack to the face.

"I don't want to hear your apologies' you, you death eater. They're probably not even real." Hermione said this coldly. He was hurt, not only because of the slap but that statement it cut deep. Draco never wanted to be a death eater. He never wanted to be like his father. He hated the whole thought about being ruled by some guy who keeps getting beat by a teenager.

"I am NOT a DEATH EATER Hermione nor will I ever be one. I will find a way out of this but until then keep thinking what you want. But I am not a death eater remember that." And with that being said Draco went to his room without a single glance back.

Hermione shut quietly. She then went to her bed she needed to think. She believed that he wasn't a death eater. She hoped what he said was true. Closing her eyes, she drifted into an uneasy sleep.

Hermione woke up, took a shower and continued to get ready. She hadn't seen Draco all morning and it was almost 10. Reaching the staircase she looked around and saw Ron waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs. Walking to him, she noticed Draco standing by the doors she stopped quickly. He was looking right at her well glaring at her. It was going to take some time for this to heal over, she thought. She hadn't meant to call him a death eater but it just came out that way. She regretted saying it and wished she could have apologized. Which is why she wanted to see him that morning. 'Must have missed him' she thought. But there was no more time for thinking about Draco she was on a date with, Ron. He kissed her, enclosed his hand with hers and walked toward the front doors. All with the glaring eyes of Draco on his back.