Well Draco is winning by a 75 percent margin. So it seems that it will be blonde know it all's going to hogwarts then, not red headed devious pranksters.

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The next few days chipped away at Hermione's resolve and certainty. Every time Fred was away her thoughts strayed to Draco who she realized must have been a very lonely boy growing up with no real friends and a death eater for a father. Fred had not been rich but he had friends and family and parents who had loved him dearly... As soon as these thoughts entered her head she had to remind herself that Draco was not a project, he was not a house elf she could coddle.

Working with Draco as his assistant made it much harder to forget her thoughts. He constantly found a reason to touch her, brush her hand or bump into her and what was worse she was nearly sure it was by accident. One week after she had woken up tangled with Fred Weasley a peculiar thing happened.

She had walked into the office like any other day only to find Draco in his office and Pansy sitting on his desk in a mini skirt and tube top looking exactly like the whore she was. Hermione knew that this was going to happen and she felt furious, walking into the office she immediately opened her mouth to give them a piece of her mind.

"Well good morning Granger," Draco said pleasantly.

"Morning Mudblood." Pansy spat out. Hermione might have taken that from Draco back in her third year but she was not going to take it now and she opened her mouth to say so to Pansy when she was somewhat rudely interrupted by Draco.

"Pansy please do not use that word in the ministry or I will be forced to lock you up." Draco was surprised when the words came out of his own mouth but really Pansy had no right to say that in his presence.

"Whatever you say pookins." Came Pansy's answer as she watched Draco lustfully causing Hermione's anger to mount to an all time high.

"Pookins? What about Ronald? I thought you had just married him not more then a week ago Parkinson!" Hermione cried out pointing an accusing finger at the whore of Slytherin house.

"Ronald who?" Pansy asked carelessly. She didn't care if Draco's plan went to mud, actually she was probably helping it get along faster.

"Your husband you-you! ARG!" Hermione turned foot and stomped out of the office leaving Draco and Pansy.

When Hermione was gone Pansy turned to Draco to begin her forced make out session again but Draco was standing up by the window.

"Drakkie Poo!" Pansy pouted in her forced sexual manner, very unbecoming of something that resembled a bull dog.

"Pansy I will speak with you later, now if you will please return to your husband I have much work to do." Draco replied stiffly.

He heard Pansy give an undignified growl and stomp out of his office leaving him to peace and quiet... although he didn't have peace. Granger was plaguing his mind. It must be some sort of love spell or lust curse she had conjured up to get back at him for all the mean things he had done to her back at school.

Yet that wouldn't even scratch the surface of how much he had done to her, including his most recent plan. He had thought that it was good at first and now he questioned his motives. Yes she had killed his father, but his father had never loved him and had even abused his mother and him so he should be glad that Granger killed him. Granger in truth had just saved him the trouble of having to kill his father later in life, and if Draco was to be truthful she had done nothing to receive his special revenge.

So if revenge was not his real motive now what was it? Why did he want to hurt her so badly? He had already taken one Weasley from her and attempted to take the other and now he was going to ruin her life by freeing Ronald of the spell he had used. It had been three years for her, probably of pain, confusion and hurt... Two years ago Draco had found out that Hermione's parents were stuck in Austrailia with no way to fix the memory charm Hermione had cast. As usual Miss Know-It-All had done too well of a job... and this time it had cost her dearly.

So why was he doing this? How could he serve up plate after plate of pain to her? When had he started caring? He hated her didn't he? She was dirty, a mudblood, but that was his father's thinking not his. Truth be told Draco couldn't understand the difference between pureblood and mudblood, they looked the same and intelligence was not kept to the purebloods. Crabbe and Goyle had been living proof of that.

No, thought Draco, just because she is a mudblood does not mean I have to do this to her.

Yet he had hated her for as long as he could remember, hated her so much he found any reason to complain about her to his friends, hated her so much that it seemed the only topic of conversation he took on was Granger... until Blaise had asked him if he was in love with her. Then he had stopped talking about the girl altogether, that had been back in his sixth year. The same year he had the task of killing the Headmaster, the task he knew would drive an eternal wedge between him and Granger but in the end he hadn't had to do it. Snape, his Godfather, had done it because of the unbreakable vow he had made Narcissa.

Yet Snape also knew about his little obsession with Granger, Snape had even given him advice on it. He had actually told him that blood didn't matter, that no matter what happened Draco should do what he felt was right. Draco never knew that Snape had been in love with Potter's mother, nor did he know she was the reason that he had betrayed Harry to the Dark Lord.

After Snape had died, and Lucius was killed right before Draco's eyes, he knew he had to do something, anything to ease his pain. Which is where the plan came from. Pansy was too willing to seduce the Weasel although not even Draco had thought that they would marry. He hadn't been aware of the strength of that damned spell and now he either came clean about it or went through with it all and watch Granger fall on her face.

Well they always said Malfoy's were not cowards, and he wasn't one to back out.

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Hermione was shocked to say the least, shocked and angry. She had not suspected when she opened the 'joke' book from Fred and George she would recieve the answer and source to all her problems. Though here it was on page 194...

Inverdum Amouria

This specific type of magic is very advanced and should only be performed by the most skilled witches and wizards. If done correctly it does perfect for a good dose of revenge. This charmed potion implants an obsessed love in the drinker to the giver of the drink. Side affects may include memory loss, sickness, and possible death if held long enough. The Charm is only a memory modifier that erases any romantic love the drinker may feel for another person while forcing upon the subject the lover of the giver of the drink. This charm may be changed slightly to modify the memory of other's in case they stand to protest this new 'magical' love.

The Potion is made up of the basic ingredients of a love potion and works much the same way. It instills lust, need, and want. It also ensures fidelity.

The subject must drink the potion lased with the charm once a week or upon a needed bases.

Inverdum Amouria has been banned from use by the Ministry of Magic of England since the 1600's when an exceptionally dark wizard forced the daughter of Minister Fredrick Tellson to fall in love with him after she refused his offer of courtship. Four months later Fredrick found his daughter dead and the dark wizard(Thadeus Mortir) was tried and found guilty of murder sentenced to a life time in Azkaban. Two years later Fredrick passed a law banning the use of this specail magick.

Slamming the book closed Hermione clenched her fists digging her nails into her skin until she felt blood oozing out from under her nails.

Draco had tricked her. No he had ruined her! He had stolen Ron from her and forced him to marry Pansy!

Perhaps your jumping to conclusions? Answered a little voice in her mind.

But it fits perfectly! Why Ron can't remember me, why Molly didn't protest the wedding, why Fred even seems fine with it!

Maybe he had a reason to do it? the voice answered.

Draco would do this just because I'm a mudblood! He always hated me, but why would he go through such trouble to hurt me? Why do all of this just to ruin my life, does he really hate me that much?

There is a fine line between hate and love, the voice cooed.

I doubt Draco will ever cross that line, Hermione snapped back at the damn voice.

Why not go talk to him? It questioned.

NO! I can't, I won't! I am going to make him pay for this...

What if he didn't do anything? It asked logically.

"Great! I'm going insane! First taking to myself, then arguing and now I'm losing a bloody argument against myself! I've totally gone off my rocker for Merlin's sake!" Hermione shouted angrily as she pounded her bleeding hands on to her nice, clean, brown couch... that was now coated in blood. "Oh for the love of all that is good! Why me!" Waving her wand over her couch she only managed to make it worse as her spell ripped through the material instead of getting rid of the stains, now she took caution in fixing her hands.

Walking into the bathroom she ran her hands under cold water as she cursed doing it the muggle way for once. Removing her hands from the water she saw that she had done a surprising amount of damage as now four deep gashes bleed filling her palms with blood. She couldn't heal herself so where could she go? The twin's joke shop? That was the nearest place she knew, her only choice at the moment.

Shoving a towel over her hands she concentrated for a few moments apparating to the door of the shop. A costumer had just arrived and was kind enough to open the door for her seeing as her white towel was not crimson...she was not having much luck today...

"Well Hello Hermione...Hermione? Why are you bleeding?" George asked concern etched across his face as he took her swollen hands in his removing the used to be white towel. "'Mione! What did you do!" George's voice was worried, concerned and all the same held a scolding lit to it.

"Just a small accident I assure you George." Hermione answered calmly her eyes searching for Fred around the shop. "George where is Fred?"

"Oh well Angelina came by about an hour ago and well they went to grab a bite to eat..." George answered but quickly added, "Here let me fix your hands up and don't say a word this may hurt."

Hermione sighed in frustration as anger boiled in her veins. She was so fed up with men in her life! She needed a vacation, now, not later, now, before she had the chance to kill someone.

"Hermione are you alright, you look a bit...red?" George asked her as he finished healing her hands and was now carefully wiping the blood from her hands gently so as to not poke at the sore scars that the magic had left.

"George I need to get out of here, I need to get away from here. Now before Fred gets back, and you can't tell anyone where I've gone." Hermione said pleading to him as she watched him gently wash the blood away.

"Hermione?" George looked at her carefully before nodding slowly. "Of course, I have a house in America, you can stay there and I'll come visit you, is there anything you need to bring with you?" Hermione sighed in relief at least he wasn't going to make her stay, he knew she needed time to herself.

"Thank you George and no I just need to leave now, please George just close the shop and we'll go." Hermione begged. She couldn't take it any more between Ron, Fred, Draco and the spell it was just too much. She didn't understand where her feelings stood anymore and she needed time to think, and to calm down. Or George might have three murders on his hands...

"Don't worry about it Mione, I would do anything for you." George said as he flicked his wand to the sign which switched to close and he gathered a trembling Hermione up in his arms just as Draco was walking by the shop, but he didn't get a chance to glimpse them as they apparated away.

Running from your problems doesn't fix them but it sure as hell makes you feel better!

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Well here is another chapter! I hope you enjoyed it...Sorry I don't update this story often, I'm trying to keep up with my other three stories as well, along with school and that... it makes it difficult to update. Especially since I am unsure of where I'm going on this one... Well I hope you liked it, and I hope you review, negative or positive reviews are welcome.