Draco pulled himself up stiffly in his bed, smirking despite the fact that his face was swollen and blue.
It didn't really have the same effect.
"Isn't funny how we keep bumping in to each other, Mudblood?" Draco grinned cruelly, looking over at Hermione who hadn't moved for the last 10 minutes.
Hermione gulped, bringing some saliva back into her mouth before answering, "Maybe you should stop attacking me, then."
"Maybe you should put up a good fight," Draco retorted, "I don't see how people think you are the brightest witch of your age... At the moment, you seem a bit dim."
"That's rich!"
"How so?"
"How so? Come on, Malfoy," Hermione smiled sarcastically, "You managed to get yourself cursed by Neville Longbottom... Twice."
"That damned squib is not what he seems," Draco hissed, propping himself further up in his bed.
Hermione snorted and rolled her eyes.
He had the nerve to call Neville a squib, despite the fact that he had cursed him twice.
"You're just reluctant to admit a Gryffindor was able to attack you," Hermione decided triumphantly.
"Never," He snarled, "Give me my wand and I'll go and curse him now! And his entire dorm."
"Why would I have your wand?" Hermione laughed, "Despite what you may think, Muggleborns don't run around doing the bidding of Purebloods. We have better things to do."
"Like what?"
"That depends on the person and, of course, their intelligence. Not that you would know anything about that."
Draco didn't reply but instead looked around of his wand.
He didn't find it so his eyes fell back to Hermione in her Muggle pyjamas.
"Nice night robes," He drawled, a cruel grin on his smug face, "Granger."
"They're called pyjamas," Hermione insisted, "Ferret."
"Come here," Draco ordered, motioning with a flick of his wrist, "I want to have a look at them."
"You want me to come over so you can have a look at them?" Hermione snorted, "How do you expect me to believe you? After you attacked me... Twice."
"Well, this time I don't have a wand. Now do I?"
"Hmm, fair enough," Hermione shrugged.
Her back was less painful now so she was able to get up and walk towards him.
She didn't go right up to his bed, that would have been stupid.
Malfoy's were surprisingly well known for their wand less magic.
"Sheep?" Draco frowned in confusion, "Multi coloured sheep?"
"Do you have a problem with sheep?" Hermione demanded.
"No, not personally. Just the Mudbloods who display them on their night robes as they sleep," Draco said, still frowning, "I must say Granger, you look very innocent... And naive."
"Well, you and your master have taught me that seeing isn't believing," Hermione sighed, retreating back to her bed.
"My master? What makes you think I have a master?"
"Because all of the Slytherins do. Well, most of them. And even if you don't now, you will."
"What are you talking about, Granger?"
"You're one of his followers," Hermione muttered softly, "Voldemort."
As soon as his master's name left Hermione's pink, plump lips, Draco's Dark mark started to itch and burn.
He bit his lip as Hermione kept talking but he couldn't hide the pain for long before he cried out in pain, clutching his left arm.
Hermione was at his side in a moment, despite the fact the he had attacked her.
She was just that kind of person.
"Draco? Are you all right?" She demanded, "Do you want me to go get Madam Pomfrey?"
"No!" Draco hissed, "I'll be fine!"
"You don't look fine," Hermione commented.
"Well, I am!" Draco insisted, glowering at her as he swayed with the pain from his arm.
He was being summoned and he needed to go... Now.
"No, you aren't. I'm getting the matron," Hermione decided.
"You'll do nothing of the sort," Draco snarled.
"But-"
"JUST LEAVE ME ALONE, MUDBLOOD!" He roared, "I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP!"
Hermione drew back in confusion.
Draco's mood swings were starting to give her whiplash.
He was being so...
Nice.
But now...
"ARE YOU DEAF? LEAVE ME ALONE!"
"Why are you being like this?" Hermione whispered, feeling hurt and scared.
"BECAUSE YOU'RE A FILTHY BLOODED MUGGLE! YOU DON'T DESERVE ANYTHING BETTER!"
Without another word, Draco swung himself out of his bed and headed towards the door.
Swinging it open, he ran outside and down the corridor, although not before slamming it in Hermione's face.
Almost at full sprint, Draco made his way to the seventh floor, tactically avoiding Filch and his damned cat, Mrs Norris.
He stopped outside a long patch of bare wall, where he knew the Room of Requirment would appear, heaving as he tried to catch his breath.
When he was finally able to breathe again, he started pacing up and down the corridor, all the while a thought circling in his mind.
I need a place where I can apparate to Him.
I need a place where I can apparate to Him.
I need a place where I can apparate to Him.
I need a place where I can appa-
With a small pop, a door appeared in the wall.
Draco pushed it open to find an empty room that looked surprisingly like the Department of Mysteries corridor.
With a sigh of relief, he pulled up his sleeve and pressed his finger to his Mark, letting it apparate him to his master.
Voldemort.
He landed in a graveyard, in a circle of masked Death eaters.
He, of course, was still in his school robes with his face swollen and robes.
"Draco," A voice hissed, "You finally choose to join us."
"I was at Hogwarts, My Lord," He stammered in reply, "I couldn't apparate."
"You dare to speak back to me?"
The man speaking turned around.
Of course, it wasn't a man at all...
But Lord Voldemort, cold and snake like with a bald head, red slits for eyes, tight lips and a non-existent nose.
It was a horrific sight that made Draco shudder although he hid it well.
"I did not mean to displease you, My Lord," Draco muttered quickly.
He was too sore for another cursing so soon.
"Hmm, I suppose I should spare you..." Lord Voldemort said slowly after a pause, looking thoughtful, he continued, "After all... I have a new plan for you, Draco. Would you do it for me?"
"Anything, My Lord," Draco responded immediately, bowing deeply.
"Anything, you say?" Voldemort smirked.
"Anything," Draco repeated.
"Then it seems you are the perfect man for the job..." Voldemort said, a small smile playing over his lips.
"My Lord..." Lucius Malfoy interrupted from the side of the ring of masked Death Eaters, "Is it wise to trust someone so young with a task? Could not I take his place?"
"Father!" Draco snapped, "Stop doubting me! I can do this!"
"Indeed you can, Draco... Indeed you can," Voldemort agreed with a nod, "And Lucius... You cannot take Draco's place. This is a job that only he can do. You should be honoured that your Lord has chosen your son for such a task..."
"Which task is this, may I ask, My Lord?" Draco interrupted hesitantly.
"You, Draco," Voldemort replied, "Will be cutting down Potter's inner circle... You will be cutting down the people who keep him alive. And you will start, with Hermione Granger."
"What would you have me do, My Lord?" Draco asked eagerly, expecting to hear of torture plans and kidnaps.
"I want you to get close to Granger... Gain her trust," Voldemort ordered.
"...Get close, My Lord?" Draco frowned, "What do you mean?"
"I mean what I say, Draco!" Voldemort scowled, "Get close to her! Attract her! And then, when she really trusts and relies on you... Kill her. Do you understand now?"
"Yes, My Lord," Draco nodded humbly.
"Then go! Before I decide to curse you back to that wretched school that Potter sits in like a fortress!" Voldemort snarled.
Without another word, Draco apparated back to the Room of Requirement and headed back to the Hospital Wing where Hermione was asleep in bed.
He would start his task tomorrow...
Or the next day maybe.
Or the day after that.
Nagini, Voldemort hissed in Parsel tounge, still standing between his Death Eaters, Follow him... Discretely. Do not be noticed... Find out what he's up to... Make sure he does his job. If he doesn't, come back to me... And then I shall go and kill him and the Mudblood myself... Maybe Potter too while I'm there. And when I'm done, you can have the dinner you have been wanting for a while. Fresh Mudblood.
Author Note – Hey, yeah... I still don't know if anyone likes this fan fiction as NO ONE REVIEWED! But it's fine... I'm still writing although reviews would be appreciated 0.o that is a frowning face... at you.
Anyways, reviews =) and I probably should mention it's just Sophini writing this although chesireGrin wrote the Draco Hermione thing that begins with I that I cant pronounce!