Till Death Do We Part

Disclaimer: Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy and company do NOT belong to me. They belong to the very skilled writer, Ms JK Rowling!! I wished I owned Draco Malfoy, but I don't! I repeat, I OWN DRACO MALFOY . er - I meant I don't own him, he he he .

Summary: It's Hermione's seventh year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She's doing quite well, being Head Girl and all . that is until a certain Slytherin comes along and ruins everything. Is Draco Malfoy is Head Boy, is he trying to turn Hermione into the dark side, or is he really in love with her?

Author's Note: REVISED!

Chapter Three - Another Malfoy

"He has got to be lying, Mione! There's no way Malfoy's Head Boy!" Ron exclaimed.

Hermione pouted and headed for the door.

"Where're you going?" Harry asked.

"If what Malfoy says is true, then he'll be on the front of the train when we arrive!" Hermione retorted, before dashing out of the compartment.

"Man, she must really be mad," Ron said.

Hermione walked in the compartment just as the train stopped, her head whipping around, searching for a certain blond head.

"Hey Granger, over here," Draco shouted. "We have to be in front of the line, remember?"

Hermione buried her face in her hands. "Oh gods! It's true!" she cried. "I'm not going to live through this!"

"Oh c'mon get over it," Draco drawled, smirking.

Hermione glared at him. "Just shut up! Don't bother me and I won't bother you," she said.

Draco chuckled. "Get used to it Granger."

Hermione crossed her arms in front of her chest. She then noticed the necklace he had on. Its eyes were glowing a bright red again. "What's that?" she asked curiously.

Draco gave her a strange look. "Oh, you mean this, Mudblood?" he asked holding the chain. Hermione nodded and he continued. "It's an ancient necklace, I've had it since I was a child. There are only two of these in the world, not like a filthy, pathetic mudblood such as yourself, would know about it."

Hermione glared at him. "Right, Malfoy..." she said rolling her eyes.

He merely sneered. "Why do you ask anyway?"

"No reason," she said glancing into the dragon's eyes again.

"Whatever." Draco said, "First years, please follow Harjid!"

"It's Hagrid!" Hermione corrected.

Draco chuckled, "Yeah, that's right."

"Hermione!" someone called.

"Hey!" Hermione called out. She could see Harry and Ron's outlines through the crowd of students.

Someone tapped her on the shoulder and she turned around. "C'mon, Mudblood, Head Boy and Girl have to be in the same stagecoach," Draco said holding on to her hand as he pushed his way through the crowd.

"M-Malfoy! Slow down!' Hermione exclaimed.

"You're such'an arse!" Hermione said trying to catch her breath.

"And you're just a filthy Mudblood," he replied, getting on the stagecoach.

Hermione muttered something about annoying purebloods, who were brought up with no manners as she hopped along side with him.

"I suggest you hold onto something, Granger," Draco said smirking.

"Why-" Hermione screamed as the stagecoach started flew into the air at top speed. She tried to grab onto something, but there was nothing in the stagecoach to hold on to. "Hey!" she said noticing that Draco was resting comfortably on his seat looking extremely relaxed. "How come you aren't panicking?!" she exclaimed trying to keep herself steady.

"Because, unlike you, I can keep my balance," Draco said standing up and sitting back down, very quickly.

Hermione tried to grab on to her seat but couldn't get a hold of it properly.

"You can hold on to me, Granger," the Slytherin said, smirking.

"Shut uuuup!" Hermione squealed. "How come we're going so fast?" she asked.

"Because," Draco exclaimed looking extremely amused, "we have to be leading the first years in the Great Hall, and we still have to have a talk with Bumblebee," he said.

"It's Dumbledore!" Hermione cried.

Draco raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah, that's right..."

It wasn't very long until the stagecoach arrived at Hogwarts. Hermione was relieved and out of breath, she had tried to hold on to Draco's arm and he had tried to pry it off, as it was cutting his circulation. "I don't think my arm will ever be the same again," he said rubbing it gently.

"Well, you said I could hold on to you," Hermione said hotly.

Draco rolled his eyes. "You perfectly well what I meant, Granger," he said slyly and raising his eyebrows, suggestively.

"Just shut up!" Hermione exclaimed hopping off the coach.

Draco got out after her and dug his hand in his pockets. "You're such'a hot head," he drawled.

"Ah, Ms. Granger, Mr. Malfoy. I trust your ride was pleasant," Dumbledore greeted.

Draco chuckled. "Well, it was okay for me, professor, but for Gra - "

Hermione interrupted by nudging his side. "Calm down, Draco dear, there's no need to discuss all the little annoying details, of our wonderful ride," she said sweetly.

"Yes, well I would like to inform the both of you that after the feast, Professor McGonagall will show you to your dormitories and will explain all that is needed to be done," Dumbledore said.

All the stagecoaches started arriving and Dumbledore left to let Draco and Hermione handle the situation.

"Alright! First years get in a straight line, you don't want to be getting lost," Draco yelled out at the crowd.

"Come on now!" Hermione shouted.

"Hermione!" Hermione turned her head and saw Harry and Ron running towards her. "Hi guys," she said.

"Hermione! Where were you? We've been looking everywhere ever since we lost you after we got off from the express," Ron exclaimed.

Hermione sighed and Draco rolled his eyes. "I had to be in the same stagecoach as the Head Boy," Hermione said sticking her thumb at Draco.

"Oh, alright then, I guess we'll meet you in the Great Hall," Harry called out as they walked away.

"Granger, do you mind? I'm doing all the work here," Draco said.

"Oh yeah - Everyone please follow me," Hermione shouted at the crowd. They started leading the first year students up the marble staircases and into the Great Hall. All the first year students watched in awe at the beautiful ceiling and all the wonderful decorations and lights.

Hermione was about to sit at the Gryffindor table, when Draco grabbed her hand and hissed at her, "Granger, don't you know Head Boy and Girl have to sit with all the teachers? C'mon!" Draco led her though the crowd of bustling students. All the professors were already sitting in their usual spots. Draco pulled a chair out for Hermione. "Wow, Malfoy, didn't know you were such a gentleman," she said sitting down comfortably.

"Shut up."

"Alright, first years, get in a line and when I call your name I will place the sorting hat on your head and you will be sorted into your houses," McGonagall said. She took out her parchment and began reading. "Carol Menlie...Ravenclaw!...Vince Taylor … Slytherin! ... Landon Ghen ... Gryffindor...!"

Draco poked Hermione on the side. "Ouch - Malfoy! What?!" she hissed at him and he smirked in return.

"My cousin's coming up," he whispered.

Hermione looked at him. "You have a cousin? How old is he?" she asked.

Draco chuckled. "He's seventeen, and he's just been expelled at Durmstrang. My uncle wouldn't let him stop his studies, even though it's his last year, so now he's here," he said.

"...Oh," Hermione whispered, slumping back on her seat. "Your family always finds a way to make trouble." Draco scowled.

McGonagall stopped and cleared her voice as a very attractive, dark haired boy stepped up. His dark brown hair were neatly combed, his eyes a dark shade of emerald green and his face slightly more tanned than his cousin's,(no, it does not have gel like Draco's) as he walked up to McGonagall at a steady pace. He had an almost bored expression on his face as McGonagall gave him a stern look. "This is Diablo Malfoy," she announced and all eyes grazed from Diablo to Draco, "a seventh year, who has just recently been moved from Durmstrang. I'm sure all of you will make him feel at home."

Diablo didn't flinch and glanced up to look at his cousin, who was seated in front of the Great Hall. They stared at each other for a second, before Diablo's eyes drifted to Hermione and he smirked. The young girl blinked back and turned a pale pink before finding something interesting to stare down at her feet.

The ridiculously handsome cousin of Draco Malfoy, frowned at McGonagall as she slowly placed the sorting hat on his head.

"...Slytherin!" the hat barked.

"H-He's your cousin from your father's side?" Hermione asked, quite nervously. She peaked at the Gryffindor table and noticed Harry and Ron's intense conversation.

Draco looked at her. "Yeah," he replied. "We rarely got to see each other though. We have our own missions."

Hermione blinked. 'Missions?' she thought, 'what does he mean by that -'

"Let the feast begin," Dumbledore said interrupting her thoughts.

Hermione looked down at the Slytherin table and was surprised to find Diablo's gaze upon her. She could not help but blush again when he smirked.

"Something bothering you, Mudblood," Draco asked, ignoring her disturbed state.

Hermione's head shot up and she turned away. "N-Nothing," she said quickly.

Draco diverted his attention to his 'cousin' sitting so formally at the Slytherin table. Their eyes locked.

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Draco's POV

"Please follow me," McGonagall said leading I and Granger up a narrow staircase. She opened a door and I groaned when I saw more stairs.

"After you," I said flatly to Granger. The Mudblood glared at me and walked on ahead with McGonagall.

I was left behind by a couple of steps. Good, it'll give me some time to think. I don't understand why the Dark Lord sent him here. Does he not think I can't handle this job? I scowled. This was crazy. Even his father agreed with the lord. If he thinks that I am not fit for this mission... I will surely prove them wrong.

Flashback

"Draco, do you think you are ready for such a task? You are still very young," The Dark Lord said as he peered over the kneeling figure.

Draco kept his head down, hood up. "Of course I can handle this, my lord. Anything to get rid of Potter," he said.

"My Lord," Draco froze at the sound of his father's voice. "My son is still extremely young, and might I add, that he has yet to prove himself to us? I somehow doubt his abilities, or lack there of, but my nephew, Diablo could most certainly keep up with our little plan. He has already fulfilled important tasks for you, has he not, my Lord?" came Lucius' voice from the crowd of Death Eaters and Draco's head shot up as he looked upon his father, who he had loathed from day one.

"I assure you, sire, I will not fail," Draco said quickly.

The Dark Lord pondered for a moment. "And I take it that Diablo is still in Durmstrang?" he asked.

Lucius pulled his hood down. "Yes, he has killed that professor that you've loathed since childhood, my Lord," Lucius said bowing. "If he is expelled then enrolling in Hogwarts would not be a problem."

"Good," came the steady voice of their lord. "It is decided then, Draco, you and Diablo will work on this little 'mission.' Hermione Granger will be very useful on the dark side so you must be very careful. We need her to be devoted to us...permanently," he hissed.

Draco bowed. "Yes, lord, I will assure you that I - we will not fail," he said.

Flashback

'I cannot believe he thinks I can't do this by myself. Father and everyone else always trust Diablo. It's Diablo this, Diablo that! Give me a break.'

"Malfoy! C'mon, what are you waiting for?" I snapped out of it and looked at Granger, whose face was almost touching mine. I glared back. "Come on! Professor McGonagall is waiting!" she continued, grabbing my arm and running up the stairs. Who the hell does she think she is?

"Mister Malfoy, so glad you could join us," McGonagall said. Once McGonagall's back was turned to open the door, I stuck my ahem bad finger at her. Granger jabbed me in the ribs. "Ouch - okay, okay!" I said, following McGonagall in to the room.

The room had a huge statue in it that looked like a fierce dragon. I smirked then looked at Granger; she didn't seem to like it much.

"Alright, now what should be the password?" McGonagall asked. Me and Granger looked at each other. "How bout... Draco Malfoy is the most handsome man on earth?" I suggested. Granger and McGonagall gave me a weird look. "What?"

I saw Granger sigh. "How about Maester," she said. (Maester's from final fantasy x, I just finished playing and I couldn't think of anything so...) Maester? Hmm...

"Well Mister Malfoy, is Maester alright with you?" McGonagall asked.

"Uh...yeah," I said.

"Maester it is then," McGonagall said.

The statue started to move and inside was our common room. It was huge! I stared at it in awe and I had a feeling Granger was too. The wall was white along with silky white drapes. There were a couple of couches, two chairs and a table in the middle. There were two doors and our luggage was lying.

"I get door to the right," I said quickly.

Granger glared at me. "Fine I get left then," Granger said.

"Alright, I'll leave you two to get settled down," McGonagall said and left.

Now It's only me and Granger... what fun...

REVISED!