A/n: Ugh, my chapters keep getting shorter and shorter. I really messed this story up, I loved the idea but.....I made it suck terribly. Sorry it took me forever to update, I got lazy with the holidays. But here it is, my favorite Harry Potter couple. Oh and guess who doesn't own Harry Potter? Me!!!

He didn't understand how she could be so kind to him, after all he did. They just stood there, enjoying each other's embrace when Draco felt a horrible burning on his arm.

"....no....god no. Hermione RUN! BACK OFF! "

She was dumbfounded as she was thrown to the ground, several feet from where she had once been. " Draco?! "

He was in his orginal place, on his knees, clutching his arm, his face the picture of pure misery. " Hermione, whatever they say, don't believe them, promise me! "

She couldn't think, what was he talking about? Then a second before it happened, it dawned on her. She heard clapping, a slow, over exaggerated clapping that drew up the hairs on her neck.

" Very well done Draco! Very good! You made your Auntie proud!" Bellatrix crooned.''

Hermione stared wide eyed at both of them, " Wh-what? "

" Hehe my nephew here has turned out to be a very good actor. Isn't that right Draco? "

He laughed scornfully, " Yes, yes it is. Seriously mudblood, did you really think that I changed? Did you really think I want equality? So much for being the smartest of your age, this makes it certain that we will win. I can't believe you were that gullible, oh and don't think I forgave you for my father, because I didn't! "

Her eyes widened, and for a second it looked as if she'd break down again, but she would not hurt her pride more than it was already hurt. Her eyes hardened and she smiled bitterly, " No, I never did believe you could change, that you'd want equality. Why did you think I didn't freak about being in here, unlike you I've got allies in this woods that could destroy both of you. You didn't hurt me at all, and I feel nothing about you scum of a father. " She was very convincing to both Death Eaters, but inside she was dying, she really thought he had changed, she hated herself for killing Lucius, and she was so scared, but she refused to show it. Little did she know, that she wasn't the only one internally dying. She was so shocked she didn't her the soft whisper Imperio and the psycotic giggle before Draco had uttered all those horrible things. Nor did she see Bellatrix's wand, behind her back, pointing at her nephew, controlling everything he said and his facial expressions.

He wanted to die. Right now, right here, he wanted to drop dead. He saw the look on her face, she believe everything he was being forced to say. He hated Bellatrix and Voldemort, he didn't think he could hate like this, but he wanted them to suffer as he was suffering now. She hated him, he didn't know why he cared, he never did before. Before he hated her and probably would have meant these things, but now he didn't. He wanted to take it all back, to say that it wasn't him. Maybe he cared because through his whole life people only liked him for his looks, power, and money. But even though he hurt her so many times she forgave him and knew he changed and cared what happened to him. But that little bit of trust the two had gained were gone for good. Bellatrix had just ruined that. His aunt quickly threw him a wand.

Draco was forced to sneer as he muttered, " Crucio. "

He expected Hermione to cry out or to scream, but she just clenched her muscles and gritted her teeth while glaring at him. He caught a glimpse of his aunt and saw she was angry. Soon she joined him gladly yelling, " Crucio! "

Hermione's eyes sprang open and her mouth opened in a silent scream. Painful noises were coming out of her mouth and Draco knew she couldn't keep a scream in much longer. Oh how he wanted to stop now, how he wanted to just hug her again and cry into her. He could see her try to stop writhing, then she let a horrendous scream out as blood was splashed along the ground. Bellatrix stopped his Crucio and he looked over. Hermione's whole bottom of her shirt was sliced open, his aunt had used a different curse. Blood was pouring out, and he realized he had control of his own body. He threw himself next to her, afraid to touch her in fear of hurting her worse. She was howling in agony, but still managed to look at him, " GET AWAY FROM ME! "

He never saw that look before, one of pure loathing and mixed in was agony. But no matter how hard she screamed, not a tear fell from her face. Finally she stopped making sound, but breathing in and out very loudly. Her mouth was open as well as her eyes and he decided to pick her up.

" Get. Off of me...." she mumbled weakly as she tried in vain to thrash out of his arms.

" I'm sorry, they made me...I...." He couldn't think of any excuse good enough to tell her why that had just happened. He felt her grow heavier and realized she had passed out. He heard a giggle and he quickly spun around to find himself looking into a wand.

" You. Ruined. Everything. EVERYTHING I MIGHT HAVE HAD YOU RUINED IT. You ruined the little trust I had with the only person that ever saw me for anything but a snobby Death Eater! "

All she did was smirk and say, " Well, what can I say? You were never my favorite nephew. "

With that he growled and before she could kill him, he apparated. He was in Diagon Alley breathing heavily. Ever so gently he set Hermione down and gathered his breath. A few minutes later he heard the sound of apparation right next to him.

Grabbing his Dark Mark, Bellatrix cackled, " You can never escape us dearie! We will always know where you are. "

A/n: Gotta love Bellatrix...not really she is the scariest thing in Harry Potter. I'm not a person who gets scared easily, but her laughs give me goose bumps! So tell me how I'm doing and maybe I can salvage this story after all. It's not the worst I've done, but yah.....I tried though!