Previously, in the Dramione Stories.

A stranger came to the Graveyard, on a mission. She fought with the DeathEaters, rescued the cold hearted Draco Malfoy and grabbed the nearest Portkey home…

The girl pulled some orbs out of her pockets, throwing them at the DeathEaters. As they touched the floor she screamed;

'INCENDIO!' The ball of flame erupted from her wand, hitting the orbs.

'GO NOW, MALFOY!' She screamed, as they both touched the Portkey at exactly the same moment. She felt the swirling sensation flow through her, and before she knew it, they were standing in the middle of the entrance to Grimmauld Place. She finally stashed her wand into her pocket, sighing deeply.

'Make yourself at home, Ferret.' Her voice was annoyed; she pulled her hair out of its bobble. He looked around the place, taking in the tables upon tables of books, the green wallpapers and the many, many rooms. She let her curls move to her shoulders, and pulled her hand through it to relax. She span around to face him, only to get pinned to the wall, his strong hands on her shoulders.

'Who are you?' He asked, his silver-blue eyes confused, she smirked.

bThe Beginning Of The Secrets./b

'I'm surprised you haven't figured that out for yourself, Draco Malfoy.' She kept that firm smirk on her lips, keeping eye contact.

'Who are you?' He repeated, she rolled her eyes.

'Ferret, you should know this.' She smiled, her caramel eyes warmed.

'Granger…?' He pondered, she chuckled softly. He looked over her, practically drooling over the curves and eyes.

'Gee, the blond got something right.' She smiled again, the comment brought his attention.

'Granger? Seriously? That's you, in that luscious body?' He seethed, she growled in embarrassment and anger.

'Bog off, Malfoy.' The words came out of her mouth; he moved his hands down her arms.

'Make me, Granger.' He teased, she felt his breath sweep over her face, and she looked at him. His dishevelled hair fell softly over his eyes, bruises were ripening over his cheek bones, his eyes were hungry and lust filled.

'With pleasure.' She said simply, he leaned his hands on the wall. Hermione brought up her arms leaning them boredly. He trailed his fingers up them, placing his fingers around her small wrists. He traced her figure; his hands lay on her hips. Hermione saw her opportune moment, and brought her hands together into a tight fist. She brought that first down, hitting his shoulder well. She brought up her knee when he bent forwards, hitting him in his gut. And then, for the final touch she brought her hand back, moving it towards his cheek. It connected with a sharp SLAP and he caressed it right away.

'Merlin Granger!' He groaned, sitting himself to the double-wide seat.

'Blame yourself. I did warn you.' She said simply, sitting to the table opposite him.

'Don't you ever do that again!' He groaned, holding his stomach with one hand, and caressing his shoulder with the other.

'If you'd have kept your hands to yourself-'

'You know I didn't want to touch a fil-' He stopped himself, not wanting to continue. There was a slight pause in where there was silent, Hermione glared at him.

'A filthy what Malfoy? A Mudblood? Call me what you please, because I'll send you back to those DeathEaters without hesitation!' She screamed at him, getting up off the table.

'Oh please Granger! Like you'd do such a thing, you little bookworm-'Hermione cut across him, her temper rising. Her eyes flamed and darkened, his lightened in amusement. She blurted out any words that came to her mind.

'Heartless git-' He cut across her, feeling the heat travel around his thighs whenever he saw her angry. He smirked widely.

'Over dramatic prude-' She cut across him, astonished that he'd called her a prude.

'Self loving Ferret!' Hermione screamed, her hands at her sides.

'Granger! Will you shut the hell up?' A different voice came into the argument, Draco looked across the room, amazed. He looked across the stunning young boy, dark skin, white shirt, and the faded green tie with the silver stripes. The cold eyes he'd come to known as friend.

'Blaise?' He asked, astonished.

'Draco?' Blaise Zabini asked, raising an eyebrow.

'What the hell are you doing here?' They both asked simultaneously. Blaise started off the explanation.

'Potter sent Granger to look for me. She found me and saved me, brought me here. What the hell are you doing here?' He asked for the second time, Draco began explaining.

'Granger just popped out of nowhere, in this getup –he pointed to her ninja suit- and saved my arse from the DeathEaters. I didn't know it was her-' Hermione cut across him, not wanting Blaise to know the details.

'So he asked me, and we started arguing.' She said, kicking Malfoys foot with her own.

'Oh, right.' Blaise said simply, shrugging. Another voice chipped in behind her. Hermione sighed as she heard it.

'Hermione, you should get back to training.' Remus Lupin stood behind her, she nodded a little sadly.

'In a bit Remus, let me get Ferret settled. I'll be in the training room soon.' She span around, smiling to Lupin. He smiled back, and nodded curtly. He moved from behind her, and slipped behind one of the doors.

'Right then, who's hungry?' Hermione asked, spinning around and raising an eyebrow. They both nodded, and Hermione went to the kitchen, they soon followed.

'Blaise, could you put the oven on and wait for it to heat up please? I'd better settle Malfoy in.' Blaise sat down next to the oven, and held his wand to the flame.

'Sure Hermione, Draco can't go in my room remember? I'm sharing with Sirius.'

'Oh yeah, where could he go then?' Hermione pondered, going through the rooms aloud.

'Well, Ron's with Neville, Ginny's with Harry, your with Sirius, Lupin's in with Tonks, Mr and Mrs Weasley are at The Burrow for a bit…And my rooms unnocup-oh no! No, no, no, no no! I am not sharing my room with him!'

'Hermione, come on. It's for his sake.'

'Fine. Blaise, just get that oven on by the time I come down.' She growled, moving out of the kitchen. Malfoy just stood there, mouth agape at how many people lived in this house.

'MALFOY! Get your arse up here before I kick it!' She hollered down to him, he jumped and ran upstairs.