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

Author's Note: REVISED!

Chapter Five – Another Boring Day

"Where have you been?" Hermione turned around sharply. "W-What?" she said.

Draco leaned his shoulder on the door frame of his room. "Where have you been all day?" he snarled.

Hermione frowned and put her hands on her hips. "What are you? My mother?" she exclaimed.

Draco shrugged, "Just wanted to know," he said.

Hermione crossed her arms over her chest and sat down on the couch. "Well, if you must know, I was with your cousin," she said, "he needed help getting to know the place and I was happy to show him around."

Draco's eyes widened. "You were with Diablo?" he sneered.

"Well yes, we went around the gardens and I showed him around a bit... are you going to eat that?" Hermione said pointing to a chocolate cupcake on the table.

"What did he say?" Draco questioned.

"I don't know," Hermione said taking a bite of the cupcake. "Hmm... are you sure you don't want a piece?"

Draco rolled his eyes. "Whatever, Granger, I'm going to bed," he said smirking, and continued. "Care to join me?"

Hermione spat out bits of the chocolate and Draco laughed uncontrollably. "I-It's NOT funny, Malfoy! Gods!" she said trying to wipe the chocolate off her lap. "Even your cousin's nicer than you are."

Draco shrugged. "He's not as nice as you think he is," he drawled as he walked lazily into his room.

Hermione shrugged and got began cleaning the mess on the table and floor. "Damn him." she muttered.

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(Next Day)

Draco walked around looking at all the other students lazily. Finally he spotted him. Diablo was sitting at the Slytherin table looking at the ceiling and looking absolutely bored. His dark greeneyes were cold and he smirked when he saw Draco coming towards him.

"Well, well, well, look what we have here," Diablo said using the famous Malfoy drawl. He stood up from his chair and crossed his arms over his chest.

Draco turned around beckoning for Diablo to follow him. His cousin merely shrugged and followed him, looking lazily at all the people walking past them.

"You should have really gone to Durmstrang, Draco," Diablo said, "this place isn't suited for Malfoys. Just look at the kind of professors they have, and plus the headmaster's a muggle lover." He looked around lazily.

They were outside in the field. Most of the students were resting under trees and others were working on homework. He looked away, disgusted. "Just look at all these people. Durmstrang doesn't admit this kind of nonsense," Diablo paused, "too bad I had to kill that oaf of a professor and get expelled." He chuckled as Draco sat down under a tree a good long distance away from everyone else.

"Granger's a mudblood," Draco said plainly leaning against the tree. He looked up at his cousin who just shrugged. Obviously he didn't really care who the person they were working with came from or if they were pure blood or not. As long as he got a good snog and got the job done, everything was fine with him.

Diablo smirked seeing the look of confusion on Draco's face. "I already know that," he said. "Doesn't matter really, well too me it doesn't. She's cute you know." Diablo chuckled seeing the look of pure disgust on Draco's face.

"G-Granger? Cute?!" Draco said, coughing. He could hardly speak and he looked at his cousin as if he had grown two heads.

Diablo laughed loudly. He ran a hand through his brown hair and sat down leaning on the tree. "C'mon, Draco. She's cute, admit it," Diablo sneered.

Draco's face had turned a bright pink and he crossed his arms over his chest, frowning. "She's not one bit attractive to me," he said, "You're only saying this because you want me to get soft."

"Now why would I do that?" Diablo replied closing his eyes. "I have the advantage to getting her. It's not like I need your help, I'm one of the best." He stuck his nose in the air and smirked.

Draco glared, "You're not the only one with the advantage," he hissed. "Or have you forgotten that I'm Head Boy. I see Granger practically everyday. She'll be falling before me in no time."

Diablo raised an eyebrow and cocked his head to the side. "You sure? From what I have heard, she said that you were quite mean to her back then, and you still piss her off to this very day," he drawled. "I, however, have come across a complete gentlemen in her eyes."

Draco growled angrily and stood up. "I'll get her, you'll see," he snarled before walking back towards the castle.

Diablo just stared. "May the best man win, Draco!" he called out.

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Hermione sighed as she finished another book on Transfiguration Grade 7. It was the fifth time she had read it this month. "Don't they get any knew books?" she muttered.

"Getting lonely, are you?" said a voice behind her. Hermione turned her head and rolled her eyes when she saw who it was. Leaning back on her chair she crossed her arms in front of her chest. "What do you want, Malfoy?"

REVEISED!