Sorry for the late update.. if u hadn't realised i update every saturday but i kinda forgot. Hope u like this chapter! cheers!

Chapter 6

Draco was in shock when he heard his dad; he thought that his dad was talking about Harry. Not him. It had been a while since he saw his dad. Then again, Draco could not care less about his dad. I mean seriously, who in their right mind would care about a dad like that? (sry.. my opinion.. haha)

He couldn't believe his dad fell for his act.

The day he came back drenched in his own blood.

Pretending to obey everything his dad says,

Begging for forgiveness as he felt disgusted of himself.

In his mind he thought he would do anything,

Just about everything to fix what he has done;

To repair his mistakes.

To mend what went wrong all his life;

Even if it meant he had to be his dad's puppet.

He would do anything for his one mistake.

The mistake to be born as a Malfoy.

All his life he could never get over that fact. His hands were stained with blood he could not wash off. Blood from the deed he has done. The deeds he was cursed upon.

Draco just stayed there, listening to conversation but he could only here a fragment of it as Lucius voice was a little below a whisper. He could only hear the same words being repeated "He is not ready... yes... yes... I understand that completely but the time isn't right… I know... he is born a pure Malfoy…" He could not see the other person as he was hooded. They were at a very dark corner. He only spotted them from the gold streak on his dad's hair. The other person did not speak at all. It was as if Lucius could read his mind but he could not reply.

After a while, Lucius got up and headed for the door. Draco's eyes followed him till he was out of sight. Draco looked back but the hooded person was gone. Draco went back to the table questioning himself. What was he talking about? Why would I be guarded? Why am I his target? He saw the butterbeer on the floor. He took it without a second thought; he sat on the floor beside Hermione and started drinking it. Remembering everything Lucius had said. He could hear voices, people talking but he couldn't exactly make them out. He was too engrossed in his thought.

"So how was France?" Harry asked. "It was beautiful! You should all really go there. The architectural was amazing. Especially this one museum had this Georgian architecture. It was just... wow!" Hermione replied nonchalantly. "Hold on. I need to go to the toilet," She continued. She got up and started walking. After a step or two she froze. "Hermione, are you all right?" Ron asked. "Oh yeah! Sure. No problem" Hermione replied in a rather convincing manner and she walked off to the toilet.

What they didn't know was she bumped into someone; Draco to be exact. Harry and Ron looked at each other, suspecting something. They had worried she had discovered Draco. She is Hermione after all and she could put one and one together. They were afraid of her because they knew how she felt about Draco. They knew how much she hated him.

Draco didn't even realise Hermione had bumped into him. He was still wondering about Lucius words. When Hermione came back, they paid for the drinks and left to do a bit of shopping before they went home. They went back to Ron's house as night was approaching. When they reached home, all the Weasley's were gone. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had gone out off town for a few days, Fred and George has their own apartment in Hogsmeade and Ginny was at a camp. They had the old place all to themselves.

"I'm bushed. What's for dinner?" Harry asked lying on the sofa while Ron was munching away some biscuits on the table.

"You guys are the laziest people I have ever seen!" Lavender shouted from the kitchen.

"There's some food in the kitchen!" Hermione said reading the note on the table.

The house wasn't as it used to be. It was bigger for one and the furniture were almost all brand new. Fred and George spent their first bonus renovating the place, to their mothers liking of course. The living room had a traditional red fireplace with a white frame and a black fence at it. The fireplace was polished and freshened up with daisies and lavender on the fireplace surrounding family photos. A three-seated sofa was placed at the side of the fireplace with 2 armchairs opposite the sofa. Behind the sofa was the stairs repainted to a dark brown. A cream colour coffee table stood in between the chairs and on a red-brown carpet. The room was in a shape of a square with bookcases surrounding it. The kitchen was about the same except slightly bigger and more organized. Everything else was left the same.

They walked towards the kitchen to eat. Actually Ron and Harry sort of just ran and they couldn't be bothered knocking almost everything blocking their pathway. Hermione and Lavender helped pour the drinks and serve the food. Before everyone came in though, Hermione already had some food on the plate. "…I've got to get something. Be right back!" Hermione said. She went upstairs and put the plate outside the room that Draco was in. She hesitated knocking on the door, she looked through the key hole and she saw Draco sleeping on the chair. She turned the knob real slow and went in. She put down the plate on the table opposite him. The table was cluttered with books. The books were mainly on the dark times.

Times that people wish to forget.

Times when Voldemort walked the street.

Hermione put the books neatly at one side. She went towards Draco and took the book on his lap. He was still sound asleep holding the book. She was about to take the book away when Draco caught her hand. "Don't go. Stay. Please." Draco muttered. Hermione looked up and saw that Draco was still asleep. She removed his hand from hers but held it for a second. She looked up at him. He was sleeping like an angel. His pale face was glowing from the fire and his hand felt as cold as ice. She put his hands close to her heart and started rubbed it with her thumb before putting it down. HERMIONE! What do you think you're doing? THAT'S MALFOY! Her inner voice told her but she couldn't help staring at his pale golden face. She took a blanket and put it on him before going down to eat.

The next day Hermione and Lavender went home. Harry was going to stay there for another night until they had to go back to school tomorrow, two weeks in advance as promised to Dumbledore. They joked a bit and hugged before leaving. Draco was upstairs peaking through the window. He saw them leaving and he went back and started packing. He took the blanket and started smoothing it out with his hands; the same blanket that he found on him when he woke up last night. He placed it in his luggage bag and a few other clothes in it before going down for some breakfast.

When Hermione came home, she remembered about the rose. That single rose. It was a black rose. She remembered every single petal, every detail. She knew it couldn't be from Ron or Harry. Could it? Hermione thought. She knocked that off her head. Of course not! Her inner voice said. She took out the rose and placed it in a vase on top of her table. She started packing all her clothes and books. It was nightfall when she was done. Her cat just lay lazily on its favourite pillow, looking at her as if to say why would you bother bringing so many clothes... ugh.

She was really tired when she was done but for some reason she couldn't sleep. She decided to read the book she got from Malfoy. She just sat in her bed looking at her clock. She couldn't wait to go back to school. She tried remembering the library, full of books she could never finish, she could visit Dobby in the kitchen and all the other house elves, and she could go for an adventure with Harry and Ron like the old days. How she missed them!

"HONEY!! Wake up! You're going to be late!" Mrs. Granger shouted. Hermione got up and looked at her clock. It was 10.30am. She started cursing under her breath while getting dressed. She knew she had to get to the platform before 11 or it'll be closed. She quickly grabbed her cutest shirt and a pair of jeans put them on while rushing down the stairs. Her dad already grabbed her luggage and put them in the car. She grabbed a toast on the table and left to the car.

It was 10.55 when she arrived. Just in a nick of time… thank god! She went into the train and saw Harry and Ron already in one of the compartments. The train was empty and it was so quiet. Harry and Ron being the jokers they are, couldn't help making lame jokes and laughing. Hermione muttered something under her breath and said

"I'm going for a walk,"

"Where?" Ron and Harry asked simultaneously and started laughing.

"Boys," Hermione muttered.

"Huh?" Ron asked.

"Nothing… I'm just going for a walk. I'll be back soon!" Hermione said sliding the door.

She wandered around the train for a while being a bit lost. She took out her book from her bag and started reading while walking. She found a compartment, went in and sat down. It was the same book as she was reading last night. It was entitled 'Coincidently'.

It was about a girl who hated this boy who always teased her but after a while they developed some feelings but would never admit it. The boy had a father who would never let his son fall in love. He was told his son had a destiny to fulfill. A destiny that could change the world but, his love was too strong and he broke his prophecy. But everything –and I mean everything- comes with a price and his, was the death of the girl he loved.

Hermione couldn't help herself from that book. It was a thousand pages long and it seemed like a really good book. She sat there taking one short glance around the room. She was thinking that this compartment must be special; it was bigger than the rest and so much nicer.

All of a sudden Hermione heard someone muttering,

"Mudblood,"

Shocked she turned to her right only to find Draco Malfoy at the door.

"What the hell are you doing in my compartment!?" Hermione demanded.

"Excuse me! In case you didn't know, I had this compartment first you filthy Muggle,"

"What the hell is you problem MALFOY! You think your so great walking up and down with your oh-so perfect hair!"

"My problem is you, Granger!," Draco muttered, suddenly feeling tired.

Hermione heard the change in his voice but she thought he was just losing his voice.

"Oh yeah!! So what if I'm not a pure blood?! I'm just as good as you! In fact! I'm so much better than you…" Hermione shouted in anger.

By then Draco couldn't hear what Hermione was saying. He felt really tired and all he wanted to do was sleep. He couldn't focus properly. He could hear his heartbeat and his head started to spin and then… and then he heard Hermione screaming.

"Malfoy? What the… MALFOY! Oh my god... HARRY! RON! HELP!" Draco could hear those last words before he blacked out.

Oh my god... I just love this chapter!! Even I don't know what's going to happen next… Is this long enough for your liking, guys? Review and let me know!