A/N: Oh yes, I got my cookie. But then the in the amazingness, I ate like three or four of them and had a horrid stomach ache. It was completely worth it though! :3 The uploading of the chapters will be like the D.A meeting dates: Never certain. I might post two chapters in one day and then post the next a few days later. I'm not a daily updater, weekly, or monthly. I update when I have the urge to write which is usually at night. About four is when I'm at my best :) Just thought I should tell any reader who's gotten this far, in case you were wondering. Probably weren't, but still! If you have any songs that sound like a Dramione one, please feel free to post them, they give me ideas. ;) Hint, hint. Anyhow, feel free to review and please, keep reading!

Draco's P.O.V:

It was a little weird sleeping next to Granger, but I was so tired I didn't even care anymore. I was asleep within a minute or so falling into the world of nightmares that my mind seemed drawn too. They were usually the same ones, again and again, but I could never change anything about them.

This was a new one though, just scattered parts of memories at first.

Granger was crying on the steps after Weasel made her upset and I walked over to her, holding my hand out. "What do you want, Malfoy?"

"A dance." I kept my hand out, waiting for her to take it.

It changed and I was back at my house, eleven again, sitting in the living room with my father pacing in front of me, "I'm very disappointed in you, Draco. Befriending a Mudblood?"

"I didn't! I-I made her know that she was only a filthy Mudblood and –"

"Enough! I don't want your excuses, Draco! Stand up!"

I looked confused, but stood up anyway. He back handed me and I stared up at him with wide, scared eyes, my hand over the spot that was hit, "What are you doing?"

"The only way I can think of to straighten you out!" He slapped me again, harder this time and I fell onto the ground from the impact. He kicked me in the side, "Are you going to listen now?" He kept kicking and –

The memory faded into another and it was the least pleasant so far. I was fourteen, a few weeks before I was to go back to Hogwarts. Father was very drunk and I'd done something or other to get him angry. He pushed me backwards and I tripped over the end table, it and myself falling onto the floor loudly.

"You're worthless! Can't do nuthin' right!" He slurred a lot while talking, wobbling on his feet slightly, and took his wand out, "Crucio!" It felt like something I couldn't even describe. Maybe thousands of burning needles being forced into my nerves would be best. My screams rang through the large, empty house as he did it a few more times. When he was laughing himself hoarse, I crawled to my feet, everything still hurting, and ran to my room as fast as I could on my shaking legs.

My wand was on my nightstand, so I scrambled over to it before doing all of the locking spells I knew. It wasn't going to be enough, but fear had taken over now so my rational thoughts were all receding. I scrambled under my bed when I heard him coming up the stairs and I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping he wouldn't get in. But he did and he knew where I was. Grabbing me by the ankle, he drug me out of under my bed, and I was trying to get a grip on anything –

"Draco!" Someone screamed and I fell off the couch staring around in a daze, my chest rising and falling quickly. Hermione kneeled next to me, her face a mask of concern, "Are you okay? You were thrashing in your sleep and yelling –"

I sat up, my face a few inches from hers, and told her in a flat tone, "Just a nightmare, Granger. I'm sure you have those, too."

She moved back a few more inches, obviously uncomfortable with how close we were, "Of course. Everyone does, just like everyone has fears." She looked me up and down; by the expression she had I could tell she was nervous, "What are you afraid of?"

I bit my lip and leaned even closer, trying to make her uncomfortable. In a whisper, I told her, "There is one thing. It's what haunts me in my sleep and when I'm awake," I paused dramatically, trying to keep up the suspense, "Those pointy hats we wore in our first year. They were quite unflattering. Especially, on you. "

Granger rolled her eyes and pushed me backwards, "You're such a dick, Malfoy."

I gasped and fell onto my back, then propping myself onto my elbows so I could look at her, "Language! How dare you spew such filth?"

She crossed her arms, "Well, I am a Mudblood. Apparently spewing filth is what I'm best at." It was weird to hear her call herself a Mudblood. I know I've been saying it for years, but it just seemed like the word had a different meaning, a better one, when she said it.

I just stared at her eyes for a few moments before mumbling, "You're so innocent, Hermione."

She raised an eyebrow, "Is that an insult?"

I shook my head, "No, it's a good thing."

"So you are a man-whore?"

My head snapped up, "What?"

"Innocence. Most people put that in the same category as virginity." The corners of her mouth twitched up a little.

My lips moved faintly into a smirk, "Well, of course I am, but that wasn't the innocence I was referring to."

"Then enlighten me, Mr. Malfoy."

"Is that sarcasm I hear?"

"Why yes, it is."

"I'm so proud!" I clapped loudly and obnoxiously.

She put her hands over mine to stop me clapping and I looked from our hands to her face, "If you wanted to hold my hand again, all you had to do was ask."

Her face reddened and she jerked her hands away from mine, "That's not what I was doing, Malfoy!"

"Then why are you blushing?" I winked and her blush deepened.

"B-because! It-It's hot in here!" The pitch of her voice went up and I broke out into a grin.

"I knew it! You secretly love me!"

"No, I don't!"

"Oh that's right, you love Weasel." My grin turned into a smirk, less out of humor now and more to torment her to satisfy my sudden burst of jealousy rising.

She looked away from me and my face fell, "And what if I do, Malfoy? What then?"

"Then you love Weasel. Nothing more to it." I stood up then walked over to and picked up the crumpled letter my father had sent me. Just looking at it made me disgusted with myself.

I heard Hermione stand up, "What is wrong with you, Ferret?"

I plastered a smirk back onto my face and turned around, "You know you have no chance with him, right? He'll never love you back."

She looked absolutely furious, "That is not for you to say, Malfoy! You don't even know Ron!"

"But every guy has standards, Mudblood and you fall below everyone's." Without waiting for a reply, I left the Room Of Requirement and Hermione, feeling even more disgusted with myself than before.

I started walking down to the common room but ended up sitting behind a tapestry and rereading the letter, hoping it would change this time:

Draco,

I am going to be put in Azkaban soon and The Dark Lord is not happy. But, he is willing to let you become a Death Eater before you turn seventeen so you may take my place until I am able to get out of Azkaban. You will do it, Draco, there is no turning this offer down. I don't care if you disagree to any degree, you are becoming what you've been trained to do. Next Hogsmeade visit you will go to Hogs Head and meet myself and you mother, we will Apperate to our home, there you will get you mark and mission. If you fail to complete it, you will be killed, as will your mother and I. Do not disappoint us, Draco.

It felt like I had been punched in the stomach repeatedly, the vomit was already starting to rise. I dropped the letter and took off running, hoping I could get to a bathroom before I spewed on the floor. I hit the bathroom door open and collapsed in front of a toilet, puking until nothing would come up anymore. I flushed and rested my head on the side of the stall, closing my eyes, trying to clear my head. A Death Eater. I had to be a Death Eater and kill someone or I was going to die.

Hermione's P.O.V:

I stomped out of the Room Of Requirement, my bag slung around my shoulder, absolutely furious. Who the hell did he think he was? Oh that right, the GREAT Draco Malfoy! Prince of Slytherin! Sexiest male at Hogwarts! Screw that! He was an arrogant, blood supremacy, jerk!

I just walked around, not really sure where I was going. Eventually I found Ron. I had been hoping to talk to him, but as I started to approach him, Lavender came running out of nowhere and threw her arms around his neck, "WON WON!"

Seamus happened to walk by – bits of his hair still singed slightly – as I watched them, hands curled into fists, "Hey, Hermione. You okay?"

"Excuse me, I need to go vom vom." I spun on heel and quickly walked off. I got to a flight of stairs and saw Harry sitting on the bottom step. I walked down to him.

"You look mad," He stated sadly.

"I am," I huffed as I plopped down next to him.

"What happened?"

"'Won Won'." And it explained all it needed to.

He put his arm around me in a comforting way and I laid my head on his shoulder, "Is this what it feels like?" Harry asked me.

"What feels like?"

"To love someone who will never love you back."

"Yes, it is."

We both sighed and stared at the ground, wallowing in self-pity.

Draco's P.O.V:

Thank Merlin we didn't have any classes today; I wouldn't have been able to go anyway. I staid sitting there, not sure if magically something else would –

I couched and hacked until I was done again. I knew it.

The bathroom door slammed open, "I'll be right back, Lav Lav." I thought I would vom vom hearing that pet name, but it was just a false alarm.

I peeked out of the stall and saw Ron standing by the sink with a goofy grin on his face. He and Lavender did it. How can he do that to Hermione when it's obvious she loves him?

I pulled myself to my feet, shaking slightly. I was angry – At Weasley, my father, Hermione – and I'd found my victim to take it out on.

Ron spotted me and his grin went away, "What do you want, Malfoy?"

I walked within an arm's length away and punched him in the nose, "Bastard."

Ron stumbled backwards and caught himself on the sink. He lunged at me and we were fighting for who knows how long before Snape burst in, "What is going on in here?"

We scrambled away from each other and looked at Snape sheepishly. My cheek hurt horribly, so I put my palm to it, which came away bloody. When I saw how bad Weasley was, I started grinning like an idiot.

"Twenty points from Gryffindor and five from Slytherin! Fighting like muggles!" I looked at Snape like he'd grown another head. He didn't seriously take points from Slytherin did he?

"Go to the infirmary, Weasley. NOW!"

Weasley walked out of the bathroom and Snape turned to me, "I'm disappointed."

"It's hard to tell with your monotone, Snape." I pulled myself onto a sink and sat down.

He ignored me and droned on, "Was this about your father's news?"

I swung my feet back and forth, looking at the ground, but didn't answer, which he took as a yes.

"I know it's not your first choice," I snorted in response, "But you must. It is your obligation. Do you want your mother to die?"

I sighed, "No."

"Do you want to die?"

I didn't answer right away because I wasn't sure, "Not by someone else's hand."

"Then you must do as the Dark Lord asks," He gave me a look of disgust, "And go to the infirmary. You look like the living dead." He turned and billowed out of the bathroom, leaving me by myself.

Ron's P.O.V:

I stomped out of the bathroom and Lavender threw her arms around my neck, which hurt like hell. I grabbed her arms and pried them off me, "Stop, Lavender!"

She looked horrified, "What happened to you, Won won?"

"Malfoy and I had a disagreement." She tried to kiss my nose, which was hurting like hell, and I jerked away, "Damn it, Lavender! Just leave me alone!" I walked away, still angry. I didn't even care if Lavender was upset; she was just too freaking stupid to be around right now. I needed to find someone logical to talk to, someone who would actually talk to me, even if it was only to argue, and someone who's been there for me even when I was in unbearable prat. I needed Hermione. I can't believe I didn't realize it before, but I do more than I ever thought possible.

Crookshanks P.O.V:

Nibblin' on a cookie :3

A/N: God Hermione, how many freaking guys are in love with you? Oh well, decisions, decisions ;) I couldn't find a way to put the cookie in there so you get Crookshanks. Good? Good. The chapter after the next will be hugs a Slytherin day! Bwhahaha! Oh and please review :D Thanks to anyone still reading.