Note: WARNING: There is a section in this chapter that is extremely detailed and slightly gory. Just a heads up. This chapter is a bit more descriptive than my others which are more dialogue based. I wanted to give you a look into the characters psyche's this time. Also, thank you to those who have been reviewing this story. I appreciate your thoughts and constructive criticism is always welcomed! Enjoy! Harry Potter and Harry Potter characters all belong to J.K. Rowling. The muggles are all mine.

Chapter 33

8:45 p.m., Slytherin Common Room, Hogwarts(Monday)

Vixen sat quietly with her arms crossed over her chest on the Slytherin living area couch. Her toned legs were crossed, right over left as she shook her foot at a rapid pace causing her long shoe-laces to click against one another often. She angrily kept an eyebrow raised at the sight of Draco Malfoy who was seated across from her in his own seat.

He sat silently as he focused on his muggle subject. His elbows rested on the arms of the black leather chair as his fingertips rested against one another in a triangular formation. His two index fingers rested against his pointed chin as a smirk appeared on his lips. Vixen's body language indicated that she was not enjoying his company which made his smirk grow larger.

After his brief and awkward discussion with Pansy earlier today he knew that he had to change Vixen's opinion of him. If he wasn't going to get her to speak to him freely then he would have to do the next best thing. He needed to force her to spend time with him.

By using the excuse of his position as her current caretaker he had accomplished just that. Granted he would have enjoyed to have a nice conversation with her rather than the aggravated staring contest that they were currently having, but as he well knew a beggar couldn't be a chooser.

Vixen's eyes narrowed as she noticed Draco lift his head slightly. She didn't want to stay angry at him but if she was the one to break down and apologize then she ran the risk of Draco thinking that he wasn't wrong for what he did. In her heart she knew that he hadn't been going around and torturing the other muggles while she wasn't around but the fact that he did it once made her feel sick. She knew that Draco was never going to admit that he had matured out of his old ways to anybody but at least before today he had actually made some progress. She couldn't help but wonder what had made him relapse all of the sudden.

"Would the two of you like a knife?" Jacob asked upon entering the living area and seeing Draco and Vixen staring each other down.

"A knife?" Vixen asked him as her eyebrows furrowed out of confusion. Jacob grinned at her as he approached the couch.

"You know, to cut the tension," he joked while sitting next to Vixen. Draco rolled his eyes at him.

"Shut up Jacob," Vixen said as she shook her head from side to side at him. Jacob studied the body language of the two.

Vixen was obviously pissed about something and Draco looked rather smug at the moment. From what he had gathered she must have been pissed about something Draco had done or said and Draco must have been pretty happy with himself for finding a way to bother her. True he could have asked them about what as going on but the chances of them actually telling him were slim to none.

He made sure to keep his face clear of any expression or emotion as he directed his attention to Vixen. He searched his mind for anything that could help him remember how he knew her. The first thing he recalled was the first dream he had ever had of her.

WARNING: Detailed situation ahead. Slight gore and disturbing descriptions.

Dream…

It was dark. Not the kind of dark you think of when night time rolls in but the kind of dark that is nothing other than black. He stood in the middle of this darkness completely visible as if a spotlight were encasing his body. He was breathing harder than humanly possible as he stood alone.

He lifted his hands from his sides and stared at them both facing palm up. His once tanned, slightly calloused palms were dripping with a thick red substance. As he stared down at his stained hands and heaved harder and harder he could hear his heartbeat. It wasn't merely beating but pounding. For some reason he lifted his head upward as far as he could, his neck snapping loudly numerous times as he did so.

There was a white orb hovering above him now. It was small and out of focus but it had some kind of hold over him. He squinted his eyes at the orb before lowering his head back to it's starting position. She was standing in front of him now. Her eyes were completely white and missing her small black pupils as she stood nose to nose with him. Blue veins ran through her once tanned, now porcelain colored face.

"Vixen?" he whispered in a slightly frightened tone. He watched her lips part slowly as a whimper escaped her throat.

He looked down upon hearing a sound that resembled a dripping faucet. Her exposed stomach was split apart in three places and blood poured out of the fresh wounds. He let out an unidentifiable noise as he shivered with his eyes glued to her stomach. His eyes widened as he examined his hands once again.

He had done this to her. He wasn't sure how or why but he just knew that he had hurt her. His heavy breathing changed to panting now as sweat started dripping off of his body. He had to help her. He had to save her. He extended a hand toward her and before he managed to touch her she opened her mouth and let out the most chilling shriek he had ever heard. This was when he woke up.

End Dream…

"Bloody hell man, snap out of it!" Draco yelled from his seat as he stared at Jacob who was dripping with sweat. Jacob shook his head and looked to him.

"What?" he asked in a confused tone.

"Jacob are you alright? You're sweating buckets," Vixen pointed out as she pointed at his heather gray tee shirt that now had a dark, sweat stained collar. Jacob looked down at himself and sighed.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine. Just a little feverish," he lied as he tugged at the bottom of his dampened shirt. Draco raised an eyebrow at the boy.

"Why don't I walk you upstairs Jacob. I may as well be getting to sleep anyway," Draco said as he stood up from his seat. Vixen gave Jacob a concerned look.

"Sure, that would be fine," Jacob replied as he stood up also.

"Goodnight Vixen," Draco said in his nicest tone. She rolled her eyes at him.

"Yeah, night," she coldly replied. Draco smirked at her before walking toward the stairs that led to the boys' bedroom.

"Goodnight Vix," Jacob said as he followed after Draco. She simply gave him a small wave before stretching onto her back on the couch.

The boys disappeared up the stairs and she waited for the sound of the boys' bedroom door shutting. Once she heard it she sat back up and rested her elbows onto her knees. She ran her hands over her face slowly as the fire roared in the fireplace across from her. She let out a deep breath through her nose before dropping her hands from her face.

She didn't like the way that Jacob had been looking at her. She had seen numerous sides of that boy but this one was foreign to her. Granted Jacob had a tendency to become intense, even frightening sometimes, but this expression was beyond either of those. It was unnerving.

Whatever he had going on in his head tonight was obviously affecting him to a deep extent. It was now that Vixen battled with the decision of if she should help him through whatever he was going through or if she should just leave the matter be. She placed her hands back to her face and sighed.

9:12 p.m., Slytherin Boys Bedroom, Hogwarts(Monday)

Draco held the bedroom door open for Jacob and closed it behind him when he entered the bedroom. He remained near the door while Jacob made his way over to the window located near Draco's bed. He placed his hands onto the window sill and started taking loud, deep breaths. Draco watched him silently before looking around the room and realizing that his other roommates were not present yet. He touched his pants pocket and made sure he had his wand on him.

"What was all of that down there?" Draco asked as he started to approach the muggle boy. Jacob turned and faced him slowly.

"I can't talk to you about it," he replied. Draco took a seat on the edge of his bed now.

"Why is that?" he asked calmly.

"Why do you care Blondie?" Jacob replied harshly.

"You know why I care, Jacob. The way you were staring at Vixen has made me uncomfortable," he explained. Jacob's expression turned to anger.

"I would never hurt her!" he yelled. Draco placed a hand on the pocket that contained his wand.

"You can't blame me for thinking that you would. Do you recall the day that you said you would have no problem ripping her apart to get to me?" Draco pointed out. Jacob narrowed his eyes at him.

"I have never hurt her. I never will," he told Draco.

"What was going through your mind down there Jacob?" Draco asked. Jacob scowled at him.

"I can't talk to you about it!" he yelled as he slammed a fist against the stone window sill. He lifted his hand from the stone only to reveal the numerous cracks stretching through it.

"I have to get out of here," Jacob said in a slightly frightened tone. Draco stood up quickly as Jacob started for the door.

"You can't run from it! Just tell me what's going on!" Draco yelled. Jacob ignored him and opened the door.

"I need to see Pansy," Jacob said before shutting himself out of the room and Draco inside of it. Draco hurried to the door and opened it only to see that Jacob was already gone.

Draco sighed to himself as he ran a hand through his shaggy hair. He rested his head against the open doorway as he let his mind wander. Something was going on with Jacob, this he was certain of. Normally he didn't pay much attention to Jacob or what was going on with him but that look on his face earlier just got to Draco. Why did Jacob become so defensive about not hurting Vixen?

Draco lifted his head from the doorframe when Blaise, Crabbe and Goyle appeared at the top of the stairs. Blaise simply glared at Draco upon entering the room while Goyle and Crabbe avoided eye contact with him. Draco sneered at the three boys before closing the door for the second time tonight.

"Where were the three of you?" Draco asked them as he made his way to his bed.

"On official Slytherin business. Nothing that would interest someone like you," Blaise replied snottily as he sat on his bed. Draco felt his ears growing hot.

"I'm getting tired of your mouth Zabini," he shot back. Goyle and Crabbe exchanged worried glances.

"Save the dramatics Malfoy. I haven't got the time for another one of your dramatic meltdowns. You might like to know that our meeting was about that muggle of yours though. Foxy, is it?" Blaise taunted as he started examining his nails. Draco pushed himself off of his bed and stormed over toward Blaise.

He grabbed Blaise by his sweater and hoisted him off of his bed before slamming his back against the stone wall. Goyle and Crabbe got to their feet quickly and advanced toward the two boys. Draco continued to slam Blaise against the wall as he tightened his grip on his sweater.

"How is this for a meltdown Zabini? Dramatic enough for you!" Draco screamed in Blaise's face as he continued to slam him into the wall. Blaise started to let out whimpers and a few sobs.

"Draco, cool it," Goyle requested as himself and Crabbe pulled him away from Blaise. Draco shook their hands off of himself and stood above Blaise with his teeth clenched.

Blaise had slid down the stone wall and shook on the floor as he stared up at Draco. He had never expected Draco to actually do something to him. Draco's chest heaved up and down as he stared down at the boy with fire in his eyes. Draco pushed past Crabbe and Goyle and made his way to the bedroom door.

"Where are ya' goin' Draco?" Crabbe asked in a worried tone.

"To take care of some loose ends!" Draco shouted back as he exited the room. Crabbe and Goyle helped Blaise off of the floor and he sat back on his bed.

9:29 p.m., Slytherin Common Room, Hogwarts(Monday)

Draco walked down the staircase as fast as he could and entered the Slytherin House living area. His heart was pounding against his chest as he caught sight of Vixen who was giving him confused look. He made his way over to her quickly.

"Draco? What are you doing down here?" Vixen asked while standing up from her seat. Draco stood in front of her now.

"We need to leave," he replied as he started breathing heavily.

"What's going on? I just saw Jacob storm through here and up those stairs toward the girls' bedrooms," Vixen said pointing toward a second staircase. Draco ignored her.

"We need to go, Vixen. We need to go now," he said as he lightly grabbed her arm. She raised an eyebrow at him.

"Okay," she simply said. He started to drag her out of the living area and into the tunnel way.

Vixen was still angry with him but she knew that something serious was going on right now and if Draco wanted her to get out of that House then she wasn't going to try and fight him. She jogged to try and keep up with him as he held onto her arm and walked them through the halls. Her heart leaped into her throat when someone approached them.

"Excuse me, it's past curfew. You need to get back to your rooms now," a girl that Draco recognized as Hannah Abbott said. He pulled his wand from his pocket quickly and pointed it at her.

"Petrificus Totalus!" Draco yelled as a light flew from his wand and hit Hannah in the chest. Vixen watched with wide eyes as the girls body became stiff and she fell to the ground.

The two continued quickly through the Hogwarts corridors and out into the Courtyard. Draco released Vixen's arm before throwing his wand to the ground and continued to walk around with his hands gripping his hair. He let out a few angered and pained groans until he stopped and dropped his hands to his sides.

"Draco, what's going on? What did you do to that girl?" Vixen asked quickly in a frightened tone. Draco gave her a blank look.

"I need to tell you everything," he replied hurriedly. Vixen simply nodded and kept her wide eyes glued to him.

"My name is Draco Malfoy and I'm nothing more than a villain. I'm a liar and a cheat and I don't give a damn about anyone but myself," he started with his voice full of anger and a hint of sadness.

"That's not true. You care about me," Vixen told him with her heart racing. He scoffed before continuing.

"Do I? Do you honestly think that when you got here that I gave a damn about your bloody muggle life, or what happened to you?" he shot back at her.

"You've changed," Vixen told him. He let out a deep laugh.

"Have I now? Yes I've changed so much that I was going to hurt a deaf boy today. Oh, wait. A boy who is deaf, I mean. See that? I'm such a prick that I even let an impairment define a person!" he screamed at her. Vixen started to panic.

"Draco calm down, please," she begged as she took a step forward. He shook his head fast from left to right a few times.

"If you don't get out of here somebody is going to kill you," he told her. Vixen felt her heart skip a beat.

"Someone like you?" she asked with her voice quivering. Draco gave her a look that she couldn't even explain.

"I wanted to kill you. I wanted to kill all of you bloody muggles the minute you arrived. I planned it even. That's how badly I wanted you dead, Vix. Or should I call you Vixen now? I told you. I told you I was the villain and you continued to push me," he yelled as tears started to fill his cold blue eyes. Vixen gripped her chest with one hand as she listened to him.

"You ruined all of it! I got to know you so I could tear you apart in the end. But you ruined it. You made me fall in love with you. You made me change my mind about killing you. I always was a coward and you proved that. I can't kill you because of the hold you have on my heart and now you won't even speak to me!" he continued as tears fell onto his pale cheeks. Vixen's throat became dry.

"Draco, I can help you," she whispered.

"You stupid girl! Haven't you been listening to me? I was going to kill you! When my Housemates noticed the way I feel about you they went behind my back and made their own plan to kill you," he told her. Vixen felt tears forming in her eyes now.

"You're crying now? Good. That means you finally understand the seriousness of this. I can't keep you safe anymore Vixen. I don't know what to do with you," he said before placing his face into his hands. Vixen placed her face into her own hands now as tears slipped through her fingers.

Draco dropped his hands to his sides and looked toward Vixen. He felt the weight lift off of his shoulders almost instantly but it was quickly replaced with regret. He stood silently watching her sob into her tan hands because of what he had done. Jacob may have never hurt this poor girl but Draco certainly had. Every second longer that he watched her his heart dropped farther and farther.

"Why would you do something so horrible?" Vixen cried as she lifted her hands from her face. Draco glared at the ground.

"I told you I couldn't be your hero," he replied while shaking his head. Vixen stood shaking slightly.

"Did you ever love me?" she asked. Draco's head shot up at the question.

"I still do. That's the problem," he told her before striding toward her. Vixen remained still as Draco stopped a few feet from her.

"Then be my hero now. Draco you need to get me out of Hogwarts," she told him.

"I can't do that. Don't you get it? If I help you get out of Hogwarts they will find us. They will always find us," he said grabbing both of her arms and squeezing them to her sides. Vixen gave him a pained look.

"Who will?" she asked.

"The Slytherin House isn't the only group that knows about you anymore. The Deatheaters are well aware of you Vixen. If I don't kill you then they are going to," he told her as tears brimmed his eyes.

"How do they know about me?" she asked quickly.

"A student gave them detailed information about you," he whispered.

"Who? Tell me!" she yelled. He stared into her eyes now.

"Pansy," he replied. Upon her mixed emotions Vixen felt anger over take her.

"Pansy?" she asked angrily. Draco nodded.

"It's complicated. The Dark Lord is connected to Potter. He saw you in his mind and wanted information about you. Pansy was going to tell him about you being a muggle until I stepped in. I told him you were a witch that was a threat to their…our organization. Pansy then informed the group that I had a plan to take you out for good," Draco explained. Vixen glared at him.

"Our? You're one of them?" she asked. He nodded, ashamed.

"What happens to you if you don't kill me?" Vixen asked even though she already knew the answer.

"They will kill me after they kill you," he said. Vixen shook her head back and forth.

"What are we going to do Draco?" Vixen asked. He released her arms and sighed.

"I have no idea Vixen. I have no idea," he told her.

The two stood silently in the Courtyard now. Draco kept his eyes glued to the dark green grass below and Vixen stared off into the distance. She tried to process all of the terrifying information that Draco had just given her but it was too much. She wasn't sure how to react to something like this. It wasn't often that she found herself in situations such as this.

Her first thought was to kill Draco herself. How in the hell could he be such a jerk? Not only for plotting her demise but for not telling her about any of this and just stringing her along. However beating the living hell out of Draco wasn't going to do her much good now. Sure she would be letting off a lot of built up steam but in the end she would still be where she was now.

Her second thought was to go and get her Gryffindor friends and beg them for help. This seemed to be her best plan but she quickly realized that they would place the blame solely on Draco. Granted this was mostly his fault but he wasn't the only person involved. Plus what could Ron, Harry and Hermione actually do? She certainly didn't want them to get harmed trying to help her.

"What the hell man?" she angrily said to Draco. He raised an eyebrow at her.

"What?" he asked.

"Why didn't you tell me about this until now? Honestly the only thing I can think to do is beat your ass," she told him. Draco smirked at her.

"Be my guest," he said pointing to himself. Vixen rolled her eyes at him.

"You got me into this mess and you're going to be the one to get me out of it," she told him while poking him in the chest.

"Fine. Just tell me how," he told her while rubbing his chest where she poked him.

Vixen paced slowly from left to right as she tried to come up with a plan to get her out of Hogwarts. She did her best to leave out beating the hell out of Draco from the plan but she wasn't going to make that her top priority. She stopped pacing and sat down on one of the stone benches in the Courtyard. Draco stood next to her with his hands in his pockets as he waited for her plan.

"What if we fake it?" Vixen asked.

"Fake what?" Draco asked her.

"My death. What if you pretend to kill me?" she asked.

"Impossible. We need something better than that," he said before taking a seat next to her on the bench.

The two sat silently as they tried to figure out a plan that would work. Vixen was the first to accept defeat on the situation and rested her head against Draco's shoulder. He placed an arm around her and rubbed her back as he realized there was nothing that they could do to stop this from happening.

"I was really happy here," Vixen said sadly. Draco frowned slightly.

"Don't you do that. It's not over yet," he said referring to her use of the past tense.

"It may as well be," she said as she started to cry again. With his free hand Draco stroked her cheek with his thumb as he rested his face against her head.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered to her as tears filled his eyes once again.