AN: okay, so i finally decided to get my lazy butt over here and update all my stories that needed updating...just this one...so i have an update here for you guys!!!

anyway, i don't up date this site as much as i update my deviantart acount so feel free to go over there to see if i have any updated stories or any new stories have yet to put up here or old ones. i have one story over on dA that i have yet to put on here so if you want the link is in my profile so you can check out what i'm too lazy to put up here!

anyway, on with the story!!!!

Hermione stared out the window as the trees passed by, slower than before but still fast meaning they were almost to the castle. She was thinking of what Draco had said before leaving and why he wanted to know what Blaise had said to her.

Probably to hold it over my head, she thought as she heard a loud knock at the door.

"What?"

"Is it safe to come in or are my eyes going to burn out of their sockets?" A voice asked beyond the door. The owner of said voice was the last person Hermione wanted to see.

"It's safe Malfoy," she answered as Draco opened the door, closing it gently behind him and taking his seat on the love seat. Propping his legs up on the coffee table once more, which irked Hermione to no end, he leaned back into the seat.

"We'll be there shortly," he stated, although his voice was muffled by the fabric of his shirt, "you'll be able to meet up with pothead and weasel to tell them I didn't kill you…yet" he added as an after thought.

"Oh? And what makes you sure they need reassuring?" She asked, still reading her book.

"Because I'm Draco Malfoy, Slytherin sex god," he stated as though it made perfect sense.

"Uh-huh," Hermione rolled her eyes and got up to look out the window. She could see the lake and castle now, and the sky was turning an orange-purple color from the setting sun. A gorgeous scene played out in front of her and she quickly grabbed her camera, muggle of course, and took a snap shot of the beautiful sunset.

"What is that bloody contraption?" Draco asked, staring at the camera in confusion.

"A camera," Hermione said, waving it in front of his face.

"That's not a camera!" he stated, taking the camera from Hermione's hand and played with it.

"Hey!" Hermione shouted, trying to grab for it, but Draco blocked her with his arm, still examining the small gadget.

"Why don't the pictures move?" he asked, staring at her photos, flipping through each one.

"…because it's a muggle camera!" Hermione said, still trying to grab her camera.

"Well it's stupid," Draco said, handing it back to her.

"No it's not!" Hermione defended her camera, "you just think it's stupid because it's muggle."

"Yes mudblood," he said using his old nickname for her, "that is precisely the reason as to why I think it's a lousy piece of-"

"Just shut up!" Hermione yelled, successfully getting Draco to keep his mouth closed, "okay the whole 'mudblood' thing wore off in 3rd year! I don't care what you call me! I'm still proud of my heritage and I can say I don't need you 'feeling sorry for me' because I have muggle parents, because you know what?!?! I love them! They are the best and I can even say they are proud of me, for who I am! But I can't say the same about you, I even pity you!"

"Pity me?!?! YOU pity ME?" Draco screamed back, towering over Hermione.

Suddenly she lost her courage from her onslaught of words, and back up meekly into the wall.

"You pity me? I'm a pureblood, the best there is and you are just a stupid, little mudblood. You're more disgusting than the dirt beneath my feet and I can't believe that Hogwarts allows your kind into the grounds! Your kind of people should be killed, and I'm glad someone has finally gotten the courage to do it!"

"Oh you mean Voldemort," Hermione yelled back, finding her courage again, "who kills innocent people, people he is the same as! Did you even know your precious Dark Lord is a muggle born? He didn't want anyone to know! It's stupid how he's wiping out an entire race of people! What he does isn't right or great! It's murder!"

"You wouldn't know! He's making the wizard world better! He's making it clean of all the mistakes put into it, you! I hope that I can even have the pleasure of killing you myself! I can just picture myself, strangling your pretty little neck!"

Hermione stared at him, images flashing before her eyes as Draco towered over her dead body, mangled in every way imaginable. She pressed herself into the wall, looking down at the ground. Draco had gone mental, having fantasies of him killing her. It made her want to be sick, and she almost was.

Draco stared in satisfaction as Hermione's fighting spirit burnt up under his cold attack. He hoped he could break her this year, and this was her weakness. Telling her different ways she could die. He wanted to really strangle her sometime, or push her off the Astronomy tower. He fantasized about killing her so many times, he felt as though he sometimes was.

"Malfoy?" he looked down at her, into her big, brown eyes that held the flame once again, "let me tell you something! I can't wait until Harry defeats Voldemort. Because then, I can arrest your cocky little arse and throw you to rot in Azkaban. I can't wait to see that day!"

And with that she slapped him; she slapped him hard and good, so hard his head snapped to the side. It reminded him of 3rd year, when she had slapped him and he felt like a stupid idiot to have let her do it. It was from that moment on he swore he would be the one to take her life. And now, now was a moment when he wanted to realize his dream and just push her out of the train.

"I'm sorry," whispered a small voice below him that stopped his death fantasies about her.

"What?"

She sighed and rolled her eyes, obviously uncomfortable about the whole thing, "I'm sorry I slapped you. I know it was a bit much."

"No," he argued and found himself just as shocked as she was to his answer, "I deserved it."

He stared out the window, getting the last glimpse of that day's sun. He turned back to her, to see her face in peaceful serenity, staring out at the window. The day looked so nice and inviting, he was almost sad that nighttime was coming. That is, until he saw a flash a black flash by the window. He turned towards her and saw that she had, in fact, seen whatever it was. He looked out the window to see if there were anymore blurs, but only darkness. Creepy, stilled darkness that you didn't know what came out of it.

The train came to a sudden halt, the lights flicking out. Hermione fell over and landed on Draco, who caught her instinctively. She stared down at him, seeing her breathe coming out in hot puffs, which meant one thing, Dementors.

i'm so mean with the cliffhangers..... review please? i'll give you a cookie! :D