I would like to thank black-rose-wiltsfor pointing out my error, I have fixed it...I think. If I have made any other obvious and serious errors like that please in form me. Thank you all for your reveiws! Oh and I know Hermione's totally out of character...

Chapter 5

Hermione felt cold. She shivered in her bed. She slowly opened her eyes, it was still dark. Her balcony door was wide open. Her sheets were lying on her carpeted floor. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. Then she crawled out of bed and shut the doors, it was raining.

She walked out of her room, to the common room. She sat in front of the fire. "I wonder what Malfoy is doing…" she wondered out loud.

"Nothing unusual, unless of course listening to you ponder out loud is..." replied Malfoy from the arm chair a few metres from Hermione. She had not even seen him, most probably because it was dark, and the fires light was dim and only went out a few inches from its fiery haven that is the heart of the fire (the bottom of it).

"Malfoy…" said Hermione stiffly.

"Granger, what's with all this? I mean the cold shoulder you're giving me? It's not like my years of tormenting you was traumatic, and will cause you to hate me for the remainder of our lives..I mean get over it..." said Draco casually.

Hermione sighed and looked at her hands. "It's not that..it's just..".

"Oh you're not going to cry again are you Granger?" said Draco sarcastically. .

"No.." snapped Hermione.

"Good, cause that was pathetic an-" however Draco was cut off. In one swift movement Hermione appeared on Draco's lap. He took a quick gulp.

"Pathetic? Am I the one who is pathetic? Hmm?" snarled Hermione staring in Draco's eyes with a tinge of hatred. Her face was a few inches from Draco's. Draco didn't reply so Hermione continued.

"Didn't think so. Besides, I'm different now" she said while standing up. Hermione paced around the room. Draco was lost for words for one of the first times in his life. Draco thought to himself. Yes, you very much are..

Hermione stopped pacing and looked at Draco. "Are you a Death Eater, I mean like, do you have the Dark Mark?". Draco wasn't really surprised by this question. He knew that she would ask him sooner or later.

Draco cleared his throat. "Yes, I am"

"Really?" asked Hermione with interest.

"No Granger, I'm just saying that so you'll sleep with me" said Draco sarcastically.

"Oh aren't you funny…can you teach me the Dark Arts?"

"Hmm…I don't know if I can do that. I mean, one minute you're a Mudblood now you're a Pureblood!" exclaimed Draco.

Hermione stared in frustration. "But you saw my Birth Certificate! You know who my mother was; a Death Eater! I have to follow in her footsteps" yelled Hermione in rage.

"What have you got to prove Granger? Nothing! So just forget it! And anyway, you'd probably be a spy or something! Or get cold feet! So lay off!" yelled Draco in equal sound.

Hermione screamed. "YOU JUST DON"T GET IT!".

"What don't I get" said Draco cooling down.

"I need to have something. I...I feel like I have nothing. Not even emotions. The last time I felt remotely human was last night!" said Hermione breathlessly.

Draco thought about this. "What about if you prove it to me.." he started.

"Prove..myself.." said Hermione quizzically.

"Yes, prove yourself to me and…and I'll teach you some stuff"

Hermione smirked. "Deal". And with that said she walked away to her room and went to bed.

The next morning Hermione awoke to loud rain pounding on her window/door (for balcony). She got out of bed and got dressed in her Saturday best. Which were just jeans and a black hoodie jumper. She took her wand and walked out into the common room. She then headed towards Draco's room.

She knocked on the door lightly. As the door creaked open, Hermione wondered what she might have to do to prove herself.

Will I have to pick on Potter and Weasel?

Hurt someone?

Kill?

Then the door was wide open and Draco Malfoy stood there smirking. He had a dark green shirt with a black coat, and he had loose black jeans. "Granger.." he said mockingly.

"Malfoy.." replied Hermione with the same amount of sarcasm.

Draco walked past Hermione and opened the portrait hole, he signalled Hermione to walk through. Hermione then walked through the hole, and Draco followed.

"Follow me" said Draco with a bit of authority in his voice. "I'm not you slave, don't you order me around" snapped Hermione. "Please, you probably will be one day. And just because you're a Pureblood does not mean you may boss me around. However I can to you. I am higher in our blood status. I would order you around anyway" said Draco in a coy tone.

"Pfft..what ever.." said Hermione.

Hermione followed Draco for some bit. Then she couldn't stop herself and she said "The hell are you taking us dammit?".

And without looking back Draco replied "Some where private, to discuss the important issues".

Just think, I could be tormenting somebody…damn you Draco. I mean Malfoy..Thought Hermione.

Draco lead them out of the castle and into the Forbidden Forest.

"Malfoy! You took us around the castle when we could have just walked outside the school doors! Bloody hell!" exclaimed Hermione.

"It was to loose and confuse our stalkers. I could feel someone following us." Replied Draco.

Fair enough, thought Hermione.

Finally they reached the Forest and they walked deep into the dark woods. The branches and trees got thicker as they walked on. Luckily Hermione was covered up a lot, so then she wouldn't get cut like she did the last time she came into the forest.

Then they walked through a couple of trees and there was a huge opening.

"There's so much space.." said Hermione.

"Obviously.." said Draco as if Hermione was a dull as a rock.

"Oh shut up.." snapped Hermione.

The two walked to the centre of the space. Hermione couldn't go on, so she sat down. Draco merely stared at her. "Sit down you sod.." said Hermione. "No, I'd rather stand. You'll get your clothes dirty…And don't you order me around…" snarled Draco.

"What ever you say…" said Hermione shrugging. "So shall we start..?" continued Hermione. Draco looked as though he was slightly confused. "Helloo?" mocked Hermione. "Yeah yeah.." snapped Draco. Then he gave in and he sat on the ground.

"So, we are here to discuss whether or not I shall teach yo-"

"Get on with it Malfoy, stop procrastinating, I know why we are here!" snapped Hermione.

"Righto then. I shall give you a few tasks to complete, if you do them without any hassles, I'll teach you some of the Dark Arts.."

"Okay, works for me.." replied Hermione.

"Fine." Said Draco. He took out his wand and said "give me your hand".

"What?" said Hermione quizzically, she held her hand protectively.

"Just so you can't back out" said Draco patiently.

"True, you'd probably back out when I do the tasks…but, wait. You wouldn't make yourself do it. What If I don't complete the tasks?" asked Hermione.

"Well" smirked Draco. "If you don't complete the tasks, you have to…let me see…You have to do me favour…Anything I ask of you." Said Draco.

Hermione thought about this for a while then agreed. She gave Draco her hand, he placed his upon hers and mumbled a few words then tapped their hands.

There was a burning sensation on Hermione's hand. It started to hurt a lot. Hermione grimaced. She wasn't sure if Draco was feeling he same thing, his face was as straight as ruler. Then he took in a huge breath and she knew he felt it.

He finished the spell and se took back her hand. It had been branded, that's what it seemed. The top of her hand was burnt, and imprint of a pentagram, with snaked swivelling around the circle. It looked rather eerie.