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This chapter will be most likely boring, but it's relevant to the story!

Broken Wings

Chapter 4: Going back and a Make out session with a certain blade haired Slytherin

By: Midnight Walker

Hermione woke up early the next day. Today she would be going back to Hogwarts. A fresh word of sorrow overcame her briefly, before she shook it off. This year would be harder than most. There would be no late night adventures for her. She sighed and got up to take a shower.

20 minutes later Hermione stepped out of the shower. She picked out a black skirt that had a silver chain with silver and black skulls hanging from it. She the chose a form fitting black spaghetti-strapped shirt, and a silver necklace with another skull dangling from it.

Hermione would have never dared to wear any of this stuff due to her lack of confidence. She thought that if she blended in with everyone else, she wouldn't be noticed, and she was right. But since she became a vampire, those thoughts just flew out the window. She felt….sexy, free, alive. She felt the need to show off what she had been hiding for so long.

She let her hang down to its full length; almost to her butt. She chose a pair a gothic combat boots that came under her knees, and laced up. She took her trunk and dragged it onto the landing and pushed down the stairs. It slid down to bottom and almost killed Ron. She walked slowly down the stairs liked she had done nothing wrong. He stared at her as she walked past but she never even gave him a second glance. She then pushed her trunk all the way to the front door with her foot: she was being too lazy to pick it up.

Seeing as she was done before everyone else, Hermione sat down on her trunk and waited. She leaned her back against the wall behind her, and closed her eyes and thought about last night.

It had felt so good dancing with Draco that she did not want to stop even after she found out who it was she was dancing with. His arms around her brought her a comfort that she never felt before. And she realized she was calling him Draco now instead of the traditional Malfoy. He had just made her feel so good that it was intoxicating. 'Oh god im having feelings for the enemy….' 'Wait, who said he had to still be the enemy?'

Hermione felt an anger that was not her own approach her, and opened her honey brown eyes. Harry stood above her anger in his eyes. "Yes?" she said wondering why he was just staring at her.

"What so you think you're doing?" Harry said green eyes blazing

"What are you talking about?" Hermione said clearly confused.

"You know damn well what im talking about! What are you wearing?" he shouted. 'So this is what this is about..."

"Why do you care? Just last night we weren't friends." Hermione said her annoyance getting the best of her.

"But that doesn't mean you have to start acting all weird and gothic. You were never like this before, you just want attention." He said his face red with anger.

"First of all Harry, im not acting. This is who I am and always have been. You or Ron just didn't take the time to look hard enough. Second, I do not want attention, I have enough of that around here to last me a few decades." Just then Mrs. Weasly came up the kitchen stairs, and started shooing them out the door.

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Hermione sat in the last carriage on the Hogwarts express alone. This suited her just fine, because she could just sit in peace and relax. But then that was all quashed when the door slid open and the one and only Draco Malfoy slid in the compartment, panting rather hard. It wasn't till he sank into the chair opposite her, did her spot her.

"Granger."

"Malfoy."

"What brings you to back of the train?" she asked, while trying to keep her heart in her chest.

"Hiding from pansy…gods that girl is annoying." Hermione let her lips turn into a smile. His face then contorted into fear and anxiety. "Um, you didn't tell anyone you saw me at that muggle club did you?" he said looking frantic.

"No. Who have I got to tell?" she said a little hint of sadness creeping into her voice. Tears welled up in her eyes but she kept them back. She would not malfoy see her cry.

"Potty, Weasel, and Weaselette maybe?" he said looking confused.

"That's over and done with, you don't have to worry about them." She said adverting her eyes out the window.

"Oh…... What did you have a falling out or something?" Hermione was shocked at not what he said, but his face. It showed pure compassion, understanding. She found herself telling malfoy everything, except her being a vampire. That could backfire on her in a number of hurtful and disastrous ways, because she wasn't she whether she could trust him completely yet. "Interesting….I always knew they couldn't appreciate you."

Hermione leaned back in her seat and said, "This is coming from the guy that called me a mudblood and tortured me for the last 5 years?" she said disbelievingly. He cast his eyes downward and said,

"People change. I've changed. This summer has made me see things I never seen before. It made me realize the road im destined to go down will only lead to death, destruction, and despair. Also a good beating from my father helped as well." He put his face in his shaking hands and sighed. Hermione was in shock. She didn't know that his father beat him. Before she knew what she was doing she leaned over and sat next to him. She them laid her head upon his shoulder and stroked his arm.

"I know exactly how you feel." He looked up in disbelief.

"How could you know how I feel? You probably always been sheltered and you're the smartest person here. How would you know anything!" he said raising his voice.

"Simple. My father beat me too. I come here and hide behind my friends, and my studies. I was never sheltered. And it doesn't matter that im the smartest one here I still end up being beaten when I go home." Draco looked at her in a whole new light. She looked vulnerable and small, yet beautiful. He leaned over and grazed her lips with his. She didn't resist. He took her face into his hands, kissed her soft lips. Hermione parted her lips to grant him entry, and felt his tongue caress hers. She felt lighter than air as he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer to his warm body. When the need for air couldn't be fought any longer, they broke apart. She laid her head on his shoulder and breathed his scent. 'Warm cinnamon.' she thought.

They lay like this for 15 minutes when his voice reached her ears. "Do you want this?" he asked. Hermione raised her head and looked into his silver orbs. What did she want? She knew she wanted this badly but would she regret it in the end?

"Yes."

"Why do you want to be with me after all the things that I've said and done to you?" he asked confusion and lust showing in his eyes.

"Like you said earlier, people change. And I believe you have." she said smiling up at him. He leaned down and kissed her again, but this time it was more passionate. She sighed into his mouth as his hands glided over her breast. The train then screeched to a halt and everyone started to gather their stuff to get off. They broke apart and she stood up to grab her luggage, when he embraced her from behind. "I will send you a note during breakfast tomorrow, telling you where we can meet again." "Till then…." He turned her around and gave her a goodbye-but-we'll-continue-this-later kiss. He opened the compartment door and left. She grabbed her stuff and headed out to join the stream of Hogwarts students headed to the carriages, on this warm September night. 'Hmmm, maybe this year won't be so bad after all….'

A/N: Well there you go chapter four! Im not really sure about so I'll need some kick-ass reviews to cheer me up! Review please!(and no flames!)

Much Love, Midnight Walker