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 trying to turn Hermione into the dark side, or is he really in love with her?

Author's Note: REVISED!

Chapter Four - Mirror, Mirror on the Wall, who hates Draco Most of all?

Draco sighed as he unpacked. 'This mission shouldn't be too hard, I'm her next door neighbor,' he thought. He chuckled. 'I'll have her falling before my feet. Diablo doesn't stand a chance!' he thought. Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

"Malfoy?" came a voice.

Draco sighed and walked over to the door. "What do you want?" he asked.

"Just going to say that I'm going to the Gryffindor tower," Hermione said. "Thought that you should know."

Draco raised an eyebrow. "You mean you're going to walk all the way down those stairs and back up?" he asked leaning his shoulder on the side of the door frame.

"Of course not! Didn't you hear the Professor? There are portals leading to the Gryffindor Tower, the Slytherin Dungeons and the Entrance Hall! We don't have to walk up and down the stairs," Hermione said.

"Why the bloody hell did she make us walk all the way up those stairs then?" Draco exlaimed.

Hermione rolled her eyes, "You're hopeless! I don't even know why I bothered speaking to you!" she said.

"Because you just can't resist me," he drawled out.

Hermione glared at him and walked out of his room, heading towards the portal.

"Oh and one more thing, Granger," Draco said. Hermione stopped walking and listened. Draco smirked again, "Shake that ass, eh?" he said winking at her.

Hermione's eyes widened, as face went scarlet and she stuck her nose in the air before stepping into the portal.

'Hmm... maybe it's time I should pay a visit to my dear old cousin,' Draco thought.

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"Damn," Diablo swore as he combed his hair, "stupid hat, "ruined my hair."

"Having fun?" said a voice.

Diablo whipped around. Draco was leaning on the wall glaring at him.

"As a matter of fact I'm not," Diablo said crossing his arms over his chest.

"You should leave this mission to me," Draco said with a glare.

Diablo only chuckled. "What's wrong Draco? You think I'll get the girl first?" he said.

Draco growled in annoyance. "I can take care of this," he said, "I can make Granger turn to the dark side in no time."

Diablo flopped down on his bed. "Oh I don't know, Draco. From the looks of it, she really hates you," he said.

"It doesn't matter. I'll have her soon, you wait and see," Draco said walking out.

Diablo frowned and took out a pocket mirror. "Good afternoon, Master Diablo. How may I be of service?" said the mirror.

"Show me Granger," he said. The glass started to swirl and the mirror showed Hermione walking out of the Gryffindor Tower. 'She's headed towards the library,' Diablo thought smirking. 'I'll go pay her a little visit.'

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Hermione sighed as she headed towards the library. 'I wish class started as soon as we arrived at Hogwarts. Then I'll have something to do.' "Hello Madam Pince," she said as she entered the library. The librarian merely put her index finger to her lips. Hermione sighed again as she began looking in the shelves for a book she could read.

"Need help?" someone drawled behind her.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "I don't have time for you right now, Malfoy -" she stopped in the middle of her sentence when she turned around to find that Draco Malfoy was not the one that the strange, drawling voice belonged to. Diablo stood in front of her, arms crossed and a smirk on his lips.

"So?" he said.

Hermione felt herself blushing. "Hi, um... s-sorry about that," she said. "I thought you were -"

"Draco?" Diablo finished for her. Hermione nodded her head and chuckled as he sat down in a chair beside her. "Can't blame you, he really is quite annoying at times," he said. Hermione blushed an even darker shade of red and took the seat next to him.

"So..." he said again. Hermione looked up at him, face flushed. 'This is too easy,' The young Slytherin thought, smirking. "I hear you're Head Girl," he said.

Hermione nodded. Diablo tilted his head to the side, some of his dark brown bangs falling loosely on his face. "You look cute when you blush," he said rather lazily, "you should do it more often. Guys like me like it when girls blush, that faint pink."

If Hermione's face wasn't as beat red as a tomato's she would have gotten even more red, but that was hardly impossible. "O-Oh?" she said.

Diablo nodded and pushed his bangs to the side and away from his eyes.

Hermione looked away, trying to think of another subject they could talk about. "U-Uh, do you and Mal – Draco," she corrected, "see each other much?"

A frown appeared on Diablo's lips. "Not much really. I used to go to school in Durmstrang, but I got expelled," he said.

Hermione gave him a funny look. "O-Oh," she said. "D-Do you go to the library often?" She decided to change the topic completely, rather than offend him.

"No," Diablo drawled out.

"Um..." Hermione fidgeted with the fabric of her skirt as she tried desperately to figure out another word that was more interesting than, "oh."

"Why don't we take a walk outside?" Diablo suggested, standing up.

Hermione closed her book. "That's okay, I guess," she said and followed him out the door.

Diablo dug his hands in his pockets and looked at Hermione out of the corner of his eye. Sure she looked attractive, but she really wasn't his type.

"D-Do you like it here?" He heard her say.

"Uh, yeah...it's nice here, not like in Durstrang, it's far too cold there," Diablo said.

"But you probably get use to it," Hermione said.

He shrugged, "I guess," he said. 'My god,' he thought, 'is this girl always this boring, no wonder Draco can't stand her.'

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Draco's POV

I paced around my room. Hmm... Somehow, I have to act friendly towards Granger and get her to trust me, but how? I've been tormenting her and her little boyfriends since first year. This isn't going to be easy.

I sighed and flopped down on my bed. I turned my head to the left looking at an old mirror I had brought from home. I had covered it with a silver cloak. Sighing, I sat up. I could get some ideas if I asked it, though once I activate it, it'll keep annoying me till the end of time. I frowned. Father gave it to me for Christmas. It was supposed to help me know my 'inner self,' or something like that. God! I hate that blasted mirror.

There was this one time when it started making animal sounds in the middle of the night. Nobody could get to sleep, and my mother finally cracked and tried to hit it over with a chair. Good thing father wasn't there at night. He was in one of his Death Eater gatherings.

Finally I decided that I would rather die than let Diablo win, so I grabbed the cloak and threw it to the ground. The silver mirror shown brightly. "Password," said a voice. I sighed. "Draconis," I said. The glass started to swirl and a face appeared on the glass. "Why hello, Master Drakie Poo," the mirror said. I glared at it.

"I told you to NEVER call me that, Valen! Only my mother calls me that, and I don't like it!" I snarled angrily.

"Oooh, someone's in a bad mood," said Valen.

"Shut up, my father said you would be useful to me on this mission, or else I wouldn't have taken you here in the first place," I said. Valen gave me a strange look. 'What the hell is he staring at?' I thought. Then the mirror glared.

"What do you think I'm staring at?" he said.

"Who gave you permission to read my mind?!" I snapped.

I paced around the room. "C'mon, Draco, we're buddies," Valen said. Draco gave Valen one of his famous Malfoy death glares.

"Shut up, and let's get to business," I said, "I need your help. I want Granger."

Valen gave him a funny look then he burst out laughing.

"WHAT THE HELL IS SO FUNNY NOW?!" I yelled angrily at him.

"Well, I'd hate to think what your father would think if you told him you lusted after a mudblood!" Valen said not trying at all to contain his laughter.

My face turned red. "I did not mean it like that!"

"Yeah suuure," Valen said sarcastically.

I crossed my arms over my chest. "Are you just going to sit there and laugh? I'd hate to think what the Dark Lord would say if he found out you were the cause of this mission failing," I said. The mirror fell silent. There were only three people he feared in the whole world, and that was the Dark Lord, my father and my mother. My father has his way of things and Valen has been afraid my mother since she went crazy and tried to break his glass with a chair.

"Er... you did know I was only kidding, right Draco?" Valen said nervously.

I smirked. "That's more like it," I said, "now, once more, help me find a way of getting Granger over to the dark side."

REVISED!