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Chapter 2: Understanding

As soon as Hermione vanished, Draco roughly shoved Pansy off his lap.

"Drakie!" she said, dusting herself off of the ground. "Why did you do that?"

"Because you're a bitch, that's why!"

Blaise,who hadjust walked in a few moments ago was just as surprised as Pansy that Draco was with Hermione.He watched, as Draco conversed with her and stood up hurriedly when shevanished. He continued to watch Draco as he argued with Pansy. He stepped in to mediate as the insults became much more vulgar and traumatizing; Pansy wasred in the face and Draco wasmad as hell. Soit was necessary for him tointerrupt things before they got out of hand.

"You better explain to me what the hell is going on!" Blaise had said fiercely.

Draco's voice took on a hushed tone, "The Dark Lord sent me," Everyone's eyes widened as they hastily tried to listen to what they were saying. Throwing a glare at Pansy, he groaned, realising that the dark lord would be less then enthusiastic when he found out what went down. "Great! He is not going to be pleased."

"Why not? And are you going to explain to me what you were doing with Hermione Granger?"

Not thinking that this was a good place to talk about things, Draco invited Blaise and only Blaise to his house.

"Blaise let's leave to my house. I'll explain there." And leaving Pansy and the rest of the boys, Blaise and Draco made their way to the Malfoy Manor.

Hermione stood in the middle of her room. Tears were filling up her beautiful red eyes, but she willed them not to fall. No more. I will never experience this pain ever agin. She was tired, tired of trying to believe that this didn't happen but it did. It's time to move on, to forget my pain.

But just because she was forgetting her pain, that didn't mean she would forget what they did to her. Oh, no…she would have her revenge.

Striding, she made her way towards her closet. She began throwing out most of her good-girl clothes in a rage that was consumed with hatred, asshe finishedshe moved towards her bookself. Don't need, don't want. Books were being scattered around her room. I don't need any of these books anymore. They were all to help Harry, but after that sorry excuse of not wanting to be my friend anymore, I'll never be on his side.

When she was finally finished, her room lookedlike a hurricane passed through it. Her closet, bookself, and bathroom were empty. I guess I have to go shopping again.

Apparating to where she was earlier, she entered a book shop. The walls were covered head-to-toe in all different kinds of books; all were useful for Hermione's new project.

"Do you need some help," a mid-aged man asked Hermione.

"Yes, I'll need all these books." And with a flick of her hand, a bundle of books came flying to the counter. The top one was thick, and dirty brown; obviouslyfrom not being touched in a very long time. The rest of the 30 or so books had the appearance of the first one, buteach one was unique, each one held information on different subjects of the dark arts. With all of this knowledge I will be able to fulfill my new...aspirations.

The shop keeper looked wary of Hermione's books of choice and asked her, nervously, "Oh, are you sure? I mean this is really powerful magic,very dark magic to be dealing with at your age." The man put a lot of emphasis on dark magic.

"I think I can handle it," she replied coyly. Giving the man money, she was gone…to the mall that is.

Entering the first store she saw, she picked out three dresses, five shorts, six pants, eight skirts, and 20 different styles of tops.

Draco just finished telling his best friend about his mission.

"And she's not that bad. I mean did you see her now?!" All of a sudden, Draco felt the burning sensation of his mark. Man, how does he find these things out so fast? Hurrying to tellBlaise of what had occured he finished by telling him, "I also noticed that when Pansy was badgering Granger, her eyes were red, like the Lord's." The next thing Draco saw was darkness.Inan instantthe youngest Malfoy kneeled.

"Draco Malfoy, why aren't you friends with Hermione?" A cold voice asked in the darkness. Draco already knew that the dark lord knew, but wanted to put him through agony.

The blond replied, "I ran into some complications."

With a bang, Draco was thrown like a rag doll across the room.

"That is not acceptable."

"I'm sorry. My friends will not be problems." Draco said, picking himself up, and stood with a determined expression written on his face. If you looked closer, one could see the pain hidden within the face of Draco Malfoy.

"They better not. I don't know if you understand how vital it is that Hermione Granger will belong to the dark side. If she does not choose us, a year from now she will be stronger than I." Lord Voldemort pressed the issue. A smirk was on his face when he saw the young boy's face. "Now this information is not to be said outside of this room, do you understand?"

"Yes, my lord."

"Right now, as we speak, my future queen is studying." Draco snorted but quickly died down when he heard the next words. "You didn't let me finish! She's studying thedark arts."

With the look on his face, he was satisfied. "Now don't forgetthe information I have bestowedupon you, Malfoy. Leave."

Sitting in his chair, Lord Voldemort gazed at his beloved. I may not know you, but I will. Looking back at the man, there was a young boy; and his name was Tom Riddle.

A/N: And THANKS to Ada for betaing my story!!!