Once again, this is a late update! Haha it's currently 2:54 on my end of the world! Someone said that I should call this story A Dragon's Slave and I just want to point out that I actually had a story called A Dragon's Lady which was my very first story.. however school caught up with me and I eventually stopped writing it.. I did use it as an inspiration for this story though. Well anyways, hope you guys enjoy the chapter! There will be a lot of action coming up in the next few chapters:) so Read and Review.

Hermione was lying on her queen size canopy bed (one of the many privileges of being Head Girl) cuddling with a stuffed squirrel, a favourite toy from her childhood. A piece of parchment with many scribbles sat beside her.

The weekend proved to be as uneventful as she had anticipated, seeing as how Ron was still not speaking to her and Draco was less than interested in coming up with a theme to the Christmas Ball. In fact, Hermione hadn't heard or seen him all weekend. She sighed- seems like his efforts to avoid her was really paying off.

The brilliant sun was peeking through her closed curtains and after a few more minutes of lying down and feeling sorry for herself, Hermione grabbed a sweater from her closet and rushed out the portrait hole. Who did Ron think he was? Why should she bend over backwards to stay out of his way? Harry and Ginny were her best friends too, why shouldn't she be able to talk to them?

The afternoon sun was still shining brightly across the sky when Hermione reached the Quidditch field. On such a nice day Hermione was sure that Ron, Harry and Ginny would be practicing Quidditch, and true to her word, there they were-soaring high up in the sky. Ron was floating in front of the goal posts and Ginny and Harry were taking turns throwing the Quaffle so Ron could practice in hopes that his confidence would rise and wouldn't be so nervous at the actual matches.

Across the field Hermione spotted Neville, Luna and Scott, her boyfriend sitting on the bleachers. Harry, Ron, and Ginny were still too high up and too absorbed in their practice to notice her so she walked over and took a seat beside Neville.

"Hi, Hermione," Neville smiled as she sat down. 'How've you been? I haven't seen you around the Common Room much these days."

Hermione smiled apologetically.

"I know, I've just been so busy with, um...Head..Girl..." Hermione trailed off as she was having difficulty finishing her sentence. She just noticed a big green plant sitting on Scott's head with its vines wrapped around his eyes. Scott, who was obviously not fond of the vine, was trying to claw it off his head and eyes only to have the vine slap his hands away.

"OW! LUNDA! You said it was HARMLESS!" He cried as he stumbled onto his feet, now trying even harder to get the vine off his head in vain.

"It is harmless," Luna insisted. "But you can't abuse it like that. You have to speak to her nicely."

"Her?! I'm not speaking to a vine nicely, especially one that's trying to KILL me!" Scott roared.

It was extremely hard not to stare at the coupe.

Neville leaned over. "Ron didn't want someone from another House watching them practice but Luna really wanted Scott to hang out with us so she brought this plant-I forget the name and put it on his head to block his eyes so he wouldn't be able to see the practice."

Neville shook his head in disbelief. "Poor lad..."

Hermione laughed, not only at the silly argument Luna and her boyfriend were having, but also at how nice it was to be out with her friends and feel the sun on her skin.

Hermione was enjoying the sun so much that she didn't even notice Harry, Ginny and Ron until Ginny ran up and flung her arms around Hermione.

"It's so nice to see you out and about Hermione!" Ginny grinned from ear to ear.

"Thanks, Ginny.." Hermione replied feeling a little confused. Why wouldn't she be out and about? But thinking again, maybe she has been a bit of a hermit lately.

Harry also gave her a big grin as he wrapped his arms around Ginny and planted a kiss on the side of her head.

Ron, who was standing behind the couple glanced up at Hermione and offered a small, hesitant smile.

"What?" Hermione questioned teasingly. "Lost your voice?"

"No," Ron mumbled in reply, the tip of his ears turning red. "Actually I'm glad you're here."

Hermione looked at him in surprise.

"I want to talk to you about something. I was going to go to find you after dinner...but since you're here now..." Ron trailed off.

"Um..sure.." Hermione glanced over at Harry and Ginny as she stood to follow Ron. However, they both shrugged, indicating they had no idea what this was about.

Ron led her past the bleachers and behind the trees outlining the Quidditch field so that they would be out of sight and sat her down on the ground. Wringing his hands nervously, Ron was turning redder by the minute.

Hermione sat patiently, waiting for Ron to speak. She knew very well that when he had something important to say, he would pace around for awhile to gather his thoughts before he would finally say anything.

However, watching Rona s he nervously tugged at his clothes and scratched his head was beginning to make Hermione's nerves edgy as well.

Finally, Ron sat down beside Hermione and took one of her hands in both of his. After a minute, he decided it was not such a good idea and placed Hermione's hand back on her lap gingerly.

What could be making him so nervous? Hermione was dumbfounded. What on earth was he planning to do? He wasn't going to....propose, was he? He couldn't! Things have not been going well for awhile now, he would have to be delusional to be proposing. But...Ron did have a habit of trying to change things for the better by going to the extreme. The thought swam around in her head as she stared as Ron, praying that he wasn't going to propose.

Ron let out a noisy breath and stuck his hands in his pant pockets.

"There's no easy way to say this, Hermione, so I'm just going to come out and say it."

Hermione nodded, gulping back the uneasiness in her.

"I don't think this is going to work anymore..." Ron said quietly.

Hermione let out a breath of relief. She couldn't believe her ears, or her luck. Ron, interpreting her reaction as hurt and shock quickly reached for her hand again.

"I really do care for you!" Ron exclaimed. "But I just can't see this going any further-please," Ron pleaded. "Don't hate me, although you have every right to."

Hermione laughed quietly at her stupidity earlier. "It's O.K. Ron; I think we are better off as friends too. I'm just glad we're not fighting anymore. "

Ron smiled brightly. "I'm glad too! I didn't know how you were going to take it especially since Malfoy condemned you to hell this year I thought you would think that I was betraying you."

At the mention of Draco's name, Hermione's face fell. For a sliver of a minute Hermione was happily thinking that she and Draco could be together now, only suddenly to be reminded that he only wanted her to do his chores.

Ron stood and wiped his hands on his pants. "Well come on, now" he held out his hand to help her up, his voice bringing her back from her thoughts. "They'll be wondering what we're doing.. if we don't get back soon Ginny might send out a search squad.. I don't know what's with her lately.. she's gotten really nosy.."

The rest of the afternoon passed very quickly now that Hermione was back on good terms with her friends. They spent their time chasing each other on their broomsticks and even Hermione joined in, despite the fact that she hated flying. Broom tag- Hermione called it.

After they had exhausted themselves flying, they headed into the Great Hall for some dinner. As they entered, Hermione glanced around quickly, scanning the Hall but she still saw no trace of Draco. Where could he have gone for an entire weekend?

Hermione took a sip of her pumpkin juice and pushed her last thoughts of him out of her mind and turned her attention back to the lively conversation at the table.

"-go to Tric-"

"or the Palimo, I heard its really-"

"Do we have to? I hate loud music and drunks." Ron whined.

"What are we talking about?" Hermione whispered to Harry.

"Ginny and Luna want to go to a club tonight, only they can't decide which."

"A club? Like a muggle club with dancing, a bar, and no magic?" Hermione shook her head in surprise; the magic world was really trying to incorporate muggle things into people's everyday lives.

"Not quite," Harry replied. "It is the same general idea, but still with some magic, I'm not sure what though."

Hermione smiled in amazement.

"Well it's decided then!" Ginny exclaimed cheerfully. "Tric it is! Ooooh I'm so excited! I heard it's really nice in there..no sluts."

Ron grumbled unhappily, "hate drunken.." but he was drowned out by the increase of noise in the Great Hall as more students filed in to fill their stomachs.

However, there was still no sign of Draco.

Hermione mentally reprimanded herself for allowing her thoughts to flow towards him again, but couldn't help but wonder where he might be.

"I don't really have anything to wear," Hermione whispered quietly to Ginny as they stood up to leave.

Ginny grinned and hooked her arm through Hermione's. "That's ok! I'll lend you something." As the rest of the gang reached the Fat Lady, Ginny turned to Luna. "Would you like to get ready with us, Luna?"

Luna, who was running her fingers through her hair, smiled her dreamy smile and shook her head. "No thank you, I have some things to do first. I'll meet you all in the Great Hall at 9?"

'Ok."

"Alright."

"We'll see you, Luna!" Hermione called as she, Ginny, Ron and Harry crawled through the Portrait hole.

Ron threw himself at the nearest couch. "A game of chess, Harry?" Nodding, Harry brought over a chess board and the two of them began their game as Ginny began dragging Hermione towards the Girls' Dorm.

"Where are you guys running off to?" Harry called after them, and Ginny shouted back.

"Getting ready!"

"But it's only seven! That's mental. " Ron replied, but Hermione and Ginny ignored him and rushed up the staircase, excitement filling their bodies.

"Ok, I've got a number of dresses that Fred and George bought me. They've been spoiling me like crazy since their joke-shop business has been booming. "

Ginny threw open her trunk and pulled out four dresses.

"Now, I've got dibs on this green one," Ginny laughed. "But take your pick from the other three.. I personally think that this red one would look gorgeous on you."

"Wow.. Gin, these dresses are beautiful." Hermione replied, running a hand over each dress. Ginny beamed, so rarely did she ever have something someone else coveted.

There was a pink strapless dress with a tight bodice with a full, ballerina skirt made of tulle that looked like it ended a few inches above the knee. Beside it laid a sapphire blue dress with two thick straps and was see through around the mid-section. The rest of the skirt was made out of a material that shimmered in the light, but was still that same sapphire blue color, making the dress look like 3 different pieces. The last dress was the most simple, but it was the one that caught Hermione's attention.

It was a startling ruby red one strap dress that was absolutely skin tight. There was nothing fancy about it, but it was the simplicity of it that was so alluring.

Ginny, who was watching Hermione, picked up the dress and tossed it at her. "I knew you'd like it! Come on.. we don't have that much time left."

The girls quickly changed into their dresses and started on their hair, which took up a considerable amount of Hermione's time. By the time she moved onto her makeup, Ginny was already finished hers and was moving to help Hermione.

Hermione grimaced. She thought that with magic and all, getting ready would be a breeze, but it turned out to be just as difficult as not using magic. After the considerable amount of Sleekeazy's Hair Potion Hermione used at the Yule Ball, she also had a considerable amount of trouble washing it out of her hair that evening. Thus this time around, she decided against it and tried using a few different spells, until one finally made her hair as smooth and sleek as the hair potion had, except this time, her hair was stick straight.

As Ginny was helping Hermione do her makeup, she casually smiled and asked Hermione what Ron had talked to her about earlier. After Hermione's recap, Ginny laughed.

"Well I always did think that you could do better," she winked. "As long as you're O.K. with it."

"Or course," Hermione replied. "It was fun while it lasted."

After some last minute primping, Hermione gasped, seeing the old fashioned clock sitting on Ginny's night table.

"Ginny, it's almost half past nine!"

Grabbing two pairs of shoes from under her bed, Ginny tossed a pair at Hermione who jinxed them to fit her feet and the pair rushed downstairs where Ron and Harry stood waiting impatiently.

Both boys were dressed in muggle clothing. Harry was wearing black jeans with a blue dress shirt un-tucked with the sleeves rolled up, and Ron was wearing a pair of dark blue jeans and a black dress shirt (that was lent to him by Harry) with the top few buttons unbuttoned.

As Harry laid eyes upon Ginny, his face went slightly pink and let out a shaky breath. Ginny looked absolutely stunning. She was wearing a sequenced dress with different shades of green. The lighter pastel green was at the top and it turned darker as it reached the bottom of the dress, which was a deep forest green. She had her hair in a loose pony tail at the nape of her neck with loose tendrils around her face.

Hermione stood awkwardly beside Ginny in her red dress, black heels and straight hair and almost fell over when Ginny nudged her side and giggled.

"Look at Ron.. I bet he sorely regrets breaking up with you now."

Ron was ogling at Hermione like he had never seen her before; the tips of his ears as red as his hair.

"Well," Harry cleared his throat. "We should get going, Luna and Scott are probably wondering what happened to us."

"There you guys are!" Luna smiled when she spotted Harry, Ginny, Ron, and Hermione entering the Great Hall.

"You look pretty, Luna." Hermione said in greeting. Luna was wearing a sky blue dress with white shoes and her long blonde hair was in loose curls; she looked like an imprint of a fairy. Scott stood at her side wearing a white dress polo and blue jeans, still looking slightly bitter about the plant incident earlier on.

"Well, shall we get going?" Ginny asked, unable to conceal the excitement in her voice.

The group had to first take a hidden tunnel found on Harry's Maurader's map then from there, apparate to the outside of Tric.

When they arrived, the club was already bouncing with music and laughter. As they entered, Hermione automatically noticed the difference between this club and the muggle clubs. There were no speakers, no wires, and no DJ. The music was coming from the enchanted disco balls and lights floating close to the ceiling. There was a mist floating over the dance floor but no machine. There were two bars, one at each end of the club with leather couches and tables beside them.

Having only been to a muggle club once, Hermione thought that Tric looked much classier and much less clustered.

"Let's get some drinks!" Ginny shouted over the music, motioning to the bar.

Within minutes, Ginny was pumped full of firewhiskey and dragged Harry onto the dance floor. Ron, sat at the end of the bar, trying to converse with Scott and Luna, who were both growing steadily more drunk by the minute.

Hermione swallowed her firewhiskey and gently swung her hips to the music, her eyes grazing the dance floor. She desperately hoped that someone would ask her to dance; she hated standing here by herself.

"Hey there."

Hermione turned towards the voice, shocked to see who it belonged to: Blaise Zabini.

"Hi." Hermione muttered in reply, tucking her hair behind her ear.

"Care for a drink?" He asked, motioning to her empty shot, clearly still having no idea who she was.

"No, thank you." Hermione replied curtly, which seemed to annoy the guy.

"Hey, what's your problem-" Blaise said, feeling slightly pissed off, glaring at Hermione. A look of shocking recognition fluttered across his face but was very quickly replaced with a sly smile.

"Granger.." He drawled in a manner very similar to Draco. "You're looking..." he eyes flickered up and down her body. "Stunning tonight, for a change. Fancy me for a dance?"

"Not really," Hermione scowled, feeling annoyed with his persistence. I know I hoped for someone to ask me to dance.. but I didn't mean Blaise Zabini...

"Oh... c'mon now.. it's just a dance, no harm-"

Hermione was just about to open her mouth to tell him to piss off when--

"Blaise!"A shrill voice cried out. Within seconds, a grumpy looking Pansy Parkinson appeared at his side. She eyed Hermione suspiciously and turned to Blaise.

"Who are you talking to?" She demanded.

Blaise smirked. "Granger."

Pansy's jaw dropped open. She looked at Hermione again and moved her mouth like she was trying to say something but then snapped her mouth closed and grabbed Blaise by the arm onto the dance floor, away from Hermione.

"Save me a dance!" Blaise called, making inappropriate hand gestures at her.

Hermione shuddered involuntarily. She did not want to stay another second in this club lest Blaise finds his way to her again and tries to make a move on her.

She motioned to Ron that she was leaving, and waved goodbye to Harry, Ginny, Scott and Luna and swiftly walked out the entrance of Tric, instantly apparating to Hogsmead and tunnelling back to the Great Hall.

Hermione slipped off her heels and ran back to the Head's Dorm. She really wasn't the clubbing type of girl. She didn't enjoy it in a muggle club and she certainly did not enjoy it any more at a magic club.

Hermione stumbled into the room, threw her shoes aside and flopped down on the closest couch, feeling the full effect of all those firewhiskeys.

She was just floating off into a deep sleep when she heard a loud crash coming from upstairs that jolted her awake. Patting the side of her face to keep her awake, and alert, Hermione tiptoed up the stairs, into her room and grabbed her wand.

There were only three rooms up here. Hers, Draco's and the bathroom.

Hermione inched towards the bathroom with her wand raised at the ready when a second crash was heard coming from Draco's room.

Feeling extremely anxious, Hermione turned towards Draco's room and called out to him but heard nothing. The door was slightly open and Hermione pushed it open further with her foot and took a cautious step into his room.

"Lumos" Hermione whispered as she entered, ready to defend herself against any attack.

However, as Hermione advanced into the room and the light from her wand filled the majority of the room, the blood drained out of her face and she dropped her wand, rushing to over to Draco, who was lying on his side on the floor beside his bed, his hands clutching his sheets tightly.

He was shaking terribly and covered in sweat, blood, bruises and cuts. He was so pale that he looked green. With a trembling hand, Hermione reached over and rolled Draco over so he was lying on his back. As she did so, she brought her hand up to her mouth to muffle the scream that almost escaped her throat.

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