Author's Note: Wow, so this chapter was a bit more dramatic then I wanted it to be but oh well, I think it's alright. I hope you guys like it. I hope to see reviews! I would love to hear your opinions and suggestions. Of course you catch more flies with honey than vinegar so ya know :D

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Chapter 5

The Slytherin blond sat with his chin rested on his hand a bored expression plastered on his face while Professor Slughorn talked, ever since last year when he was not invited to be in his famous "Slug Club" he's hated the man, in all honesty his ego was bruised. Potter but not him? Granger but not him? Longbottom but NOT HIM? He didn't understand it but no matter, he was the head of this school… well not technically but he had a small amount of power over the man, he could get him back for blatantly refusing to allow him into his precious club… so while planning his revenge, something he didn't get a chance to really do last year, he hadn't noticed someone joining the class being about fifteen minutes late

"Miss… Janes… you are late."

"It's James professor and yes I know. I apologize; I had trouble finding the classroom"

Hermione refrained from rolling her eyes at the already mistake of her fake last name. Slughorn never could truly say anyone's name correct who wasn't in his club. If she was her old self, he would never botch up her name. He nodded and pointed for her to take a seat. Hermione looked around; being that it was Advanced Potions of the highest kind, for their N.E. not many students were in the class but the room seemed much smaller. The only empty seat was beside Theodore Nott, frowning slightly she moved and sat at the tall wooden counter next to him, he glanced to her and a faint smile passed his lips but it went away as quickly as it came.

"Alright class, we have a new student. Miss Jameson"

"It's James Slughorn" before Hermione even had the chance to correct him once more; someone beat her to the job. She turned and saw none other than Draco Malfoy with a bored expression on his face; she narrowed her eyes at him only causing him to smirk. He of course knew her name and he expected her to show up eventually, now he can truly pay attention, he wanted to see how much restraint Granger would show being that she wasn't her usual know-it-all self.

As class continued, Hermione jotted down notes as Professor Slughorn spoke, her quill making light scratching noises as he slurred on, just because she was a new student waiting to get back to the joys of hiding out in forests, did not mean she would stop doing her job as a student. The only time she would do that would be when she got word on the boys and she found her way back to them.

"You know James; you don't have to write down what he's saying." Without looking up at the voice, she shrugged at Theodore's words

"Perhaps but I prefer to be prepared for the unknown." She didn't like not knowing, she didn't like surprises. The brunet Slytherin only grinned and watched as she continued to write furiously. She was definitely pretty regardless of her blood status and house; it was unfortunate for someone as pretty as her to be born to muggle filth and stuck into the most tiresome house of the school. She looked like she would fit into Slytherin perfectly. Draco watched from his position in the back of the classroom as Theodore Nott kept his eye direction towards the girl next to him, how dare he look at her like that. No one could look at her… wait what? He frowned and closed his eyes for a moment, what the hell was wrong with him? Why would he care? He doesn't.

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Hermione walked through the corridors towards the Great Hall, she was starving. Today was just one of those days but worst; she just wanted dinner so she could go to her room. Hogwarts was so different, having Death Eaters teach the students? Bloody hell, that in itself was disconcerting and she was exhausted.

"Oi James, quite the day eh?" The raven haired girl rolled her emerald eyes at the annoying sound of Draco Malfoy, Head Bloody Boy. The blond made his way up to her as she walked and he smirked "Not going to answer me?"

"Nothing to say"

"What? You have nothing to say? That's quite the feat in itself" She sighed clearly showing that she was annoyed. Draco of course picked up on that however why should he care? He didn't so he continued walking behind her. "So, when are you going to tell me why you've come back?"

Hermione scoffed "Never"

"Come on Gr-James, stop being so bloody stubborn"

"Stop being so insistent, I would rather have tea with Filch than confide anything in you." The Slytherin frowned at those words, who did she think she is?

"Fine… but you know what I think? I think that you were caught trying to run and brought back here to learn your place. I'm sure Potter and Weasley are better off without you, you may like to revel in your so-called intelligence but that doesn't change what you are…" Hermione narrowed her eyes growing angry at his words but he continued his onslaught, his voice reduced to a whisper faintly reminding her of a snake hissing in her ear. She opened her mouth to retort however he plunged on not allowing her to comment yet. "… You belong here. You don't have the right to be out there free while we are stuck in here, you are here to join those like you, trust me you will be put in your place, beneath me."

He hissed out that word, his breath attacked her ear and she stood eyes wide in anger and horror at his words. Draco smirked, he may want to know why she was here but he would not allow her to think that he was anywhere under her thumb by holding back that information. The blonde brushed past her and entered the Great Hall, he won that moment. Game over. That look on her face made him feel victorious, without those two idiots always hovering around her she would be easy to break, and he would enjoy breaking her. He sat down in front of Blaise, his mind still reeling from what just happened; since he was stuck here he may just put himself on a self-proclaimed mission. He will BREAK the mudblood. She will tell him her reasons, she will reveal where Potter is and their plans and he would relay this to the Dark Lord and regain the favor that he lost from his failures last year. He may have been forced into this life but that didn't mean he couldn't make it better.

Hermione was frozen to her place in the Entrance Hall, her mind stuck and mulling over the words Malfoy dared to utter to her. She was angry and terrified at his comments but the longer she stood thinking, the angrier she became and she realized that she would not allow him to get away with what he said. Narrowing her green eyes, she clenched her fists. Suddenly, as if she was on autopilot, her body moved forward into the Great Hall, her eyes found the blond immediately; she ignored the wave from Emily and moved towards the Slytherin table. Picking up a cup from the Ravenclaw table, ignoring the exclamation from the student she stole from she stormed over, Blaise noticed her and his dark eyes widened in surprise and curiosity but before he had the chance to say a word, she dumped the contents of the cup, not caring what it was, over Draco Malfoy's head.

"WHAT THE HELL!?"

Draco jumped up from his seat, stumbling backwards; he managed to catch himself falling completely on his face. He could hear the laughter filling the Great Hall and he narrowed his eyes growing angry to a point where all he could think of was getting revenge. NO ONE laughed at him. His stormy grey eyes searched for the culprit, whoever it was never made a sound, they just acted but it didn't take him long to find her. He recognized that curly raven mane as it almost ran from the room and he couldn't help but to snarl, Draco Malfoy would not be made a fool of. His mind flashed back to his fourth year when that Mad Eye Moody imposter transfigured him into a white ferret and threw him down Crabbe's pants after slinging up each and every way. He did not live that down all year, people still managed to ridicule him about it afterwards; he also was a laughingstock within the Death Eaters, the youngest one and already the one they laughed at the most. There was only so much ridicule the blonde could take. Now, the object of his ridicule would get what he's been holding back for a while now.

The Gryffindor walked quickly from the crowded hall, she was sure that everyone saw what happened and if they didn't, the others were filling them in. She was sure the Death Eaters saw it as well, Malfoy was Head Boy, not to mention a Death Eater, and surely they would try and defend his "honor" or whatever type of thing they liked to defend. She was the new girl and already caused a scene showing her "disrespect" making herself known, well Mia James known. With a pounding heart, she tried to make it to the staircase for a quick and stealthy retreat but before that could happen, she was harshly jerked sideways. Letting out a surprised and scared sound, she stumbled into what looked like Filch's closet filled with his cleaning tools and stored treasures. Her bag slid across the floor as she caught herself against the stone wall. CLICK! She was locked in.

"Think you're funny do you?" Hermione whirled around seeing a slightly drenched Draco Malfoy staring a death glare at her "You tried to embarrass me in front of the whole damn school."

Hermione folded her arms across her chest refusing to allow him to blame her for what happened, if anything it was more his fault than hers. "I cannot help that you were laughed at, you deserved what you got and much than that." Grey eyes narrowed into slits

"No one laughs at me."

Hermione scoffed "What? Is the twitchy little ferret…?" Suddenly he charged in her direction, the black haired girl whipped her wand from her skirt pocket and pointed it at him, directly in his face.

"You're going to attack me Granger?"

"Try that again and see for yourself" Her voice was slightly shaken but firm, her wand remained poised at him, her face not betraying the fear she was beginning to feel in his presence however her emerald dared him to come closer. Draco was still angry and wanted to pay her back dearly for her insulting actions and words however he did not doubt that she wouldn't curse him.

"Hmm" The Gryffindor did not waiver in her position but she did raise her eyebrows at his lack of response. Standing silently for a moment, Draco's face never shifted from its hardened and cold expression but just as quick as she could blink, he lunged at her. He heard the surprise leaving her throat and he used her surprise to slam her back into the wall with his body, hearing the pained grunt escape her lips, he grabbed her right hand tightly and tried to grab her left. Hermione may have been shaken but she fought back. They battled each other for control, Hermione tried to pull herself free but with him being taller and stronger he managed to pin her left hand to the wall beside her head.

"Ahhh…" Hermione groaned in pain feeling the Slytherin twist her wrist, she closed her eyes at the pain but refused to break but he continued to twist. CLATTER! Draco looked to her with a triumphant smirk on his face as her wand dropped to the floor; he kicked it away from them looking back to her staring into green pools

"I took my chances"

"Get off ME!" She shouted pulling at his grip but he only laughed the sound slightly frightening. She had no idea that this boy could be like this, yesterday he was that annoying little kid who snitched on her and her friends their first year, that same boy who left Harry in the Forbidden Forest after seeing a dark figure in the shadows… he didn't act like this. It scared her.

"Definitely not in the position to make demands Granger, now…" he groaned in pain feeling the heel of her shoe connect with his knee, feeling his grip slacken, the Gryffindor pushed forward. She wasn't in Godric Gryffindor's house for nothing. Her back left the wall and she continued to push at him hoping to gain some sort of power over him so that he would release her completely but her chances were cut short when he gathered himself and pushed harder than before slamming her back into the wall. She screamed again out of frustration, pain and rage but he only pinned her left wrist over her head.

"GET OFF!" She screamed wrenching her right hand free, her fist connecting with his face. She would not submit to him, she would NOT lose to him. Draco remembered the last time she hit him, four years ago but this time was different, he was already angry, ready to take out all of his anger, frustration, irritation, desperation and everything out on this girl, he snarled jerking her in order to regain control. "DON'T THINK YOU'VE WON!" she shouted once he managed to get her right wrist to join her left.

"I already HAVE IF YOU HAVEN'T NOTICED!" She attempted to kick him again but he was ready for her, he pushed a leg between hers preventing her from doing it again. "Nice try Granger."

They stared at each other, both chests heaving from the fight, well the power struggle. Hermione's forehead glistened, a few curls clung to her face and Draco could feel his own hair plastered to his forehead and his own white shirt clung to the muscles in his body under his robes. Seeing her completely at his mercy, he couldn't help but to grin triumphantly

"Don't expect me to just stand…" she gasped out feeling his leg push upwards, a shock shot through her body at the sensation. What the bloody hell? What did he just do? Draco wasn't sure why he did that but it managed to get her to shut up and it also managed to pull a sound of discomfort from her lips which was what he wanted. He wanted to ruin her.

"For once in your life… shut the hell up Granger." Her eyes were clenched closed, her feet barely touching the ground because of the force of his leg lifting her from the ground; the feeling was uncomfortable but also causing an odd sensation to pool in the pit of her stomach. Draco allowed his own heart to slow before leaning in closer to her "I'm in charge here, between you and me, I'm superior, you're the mudblood, I'm the one who's better and you will give me what I deserve. Respect." His voice was just above a whisper.

"You-don't deserve respect."

Grey eyes widened at the words whispered from her mouth, he pushed his leg up more knowing what he was doing and it earned another gasp from the pink faced girl

"Why is that?" Green eyes slowly opened to look at him

"Because… you may have grown up from that pathetic and scared child from before but all you turned into was a boy craving for things you'll never have, craving for redemption for your mistakes, to please those who clearly made you into what you are. You're still a coward no matter what." The fire in her eyes always surprised him, after all of this she still fought "It's only been four days since I've been here and you already are fighting me, trying to prove to me that you're better over what? Because I refuse to tell you why I'm here? Throwing tantrums because you were laughed at because you got a little wet?" She chuckled "I cannot imagine what you would do if this happened in front of your parents, in front of Voldemort."

He was shocked. The blond definitely could agree that he changed this past summer, his heart hardened, he was always angry, always thinking of how to make things better for himself, to make sure that everyone around him knew the power that he had, or was going to have. He was going insane. Draco was NOT a coward. But yet everything she said made him want to run out of here, run away from this place and not look back… what would he be if he did that? He could feel her flex her hands in his hold but he only tightened his grip. He wasn't ready to give this up just yet.

"Don't say his name" He hissed

"I'm not afraid of it as you are. Fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself." Hermione remembered those very words from the wise Headmaster who lay in the ground "Now let me go…you got what you wanted. You gained power over me…"

She didn't believe it, she only said it because she just wanted to leave, she was uncomfortable, her back hurt, with his leg between hers was nowhere near okay and her arms were aching. After a moment of silence excluding Hermione's breathing, Draco stared at her face, the eyelids hiding those emerald eyes that regardless of the color change always held strength, knowledge and fire in them, her parted lips, the position he had her in and… well he just reacted. Hermione's eyes popped open feeling his lips against hers, what was he playing at now? This was not okay! This was NOT funny! She let out a frustrated muffled yell and bit down. Draco pulled back completely, his body moving away from hers; wiping the blood that managed to pool at the corner of his mouth he watched her slip to the floor gingerly lowering her arms to her chest. Grey storms met emerald embers and without another word, he picked up her wand, stowed it in his pocket and left the closet. Hermione watched him leave taking her wand with him, today was bad and went downhill from there. Why did he have to antagonize her? Why did she have to react? Why did he have to come after her for pouring a cup of water on his head? She couldn't move, she sat still for about ten minutes before she slowly pulled her bag to her, she used the wall to stand to her feet before making her way out of the closet and slowly up the stairs.

Draco threw open the door to his room, he was slightly in a panic. What… he… his mind wouldn't slow down. He kissed Granger! HE KISSED HER! He had her pinned against the wall, in a skirt and pretty much forced her into submission, he was angry, his heart was painful as it slammed against his chest. What was wrong with him? He paced the room clutching at his hair, what she said… he was trying too hard. He just wanted to be respected; everyone seemed to just lose it all last year. Not being invited into the Slug Club, almost being killed by Potter in their bathroom fight, and being caught sneaking around Slughorn's party and hauled into the room by Filch. Facing Dumbledore only failing to kill him in front of his aunt, and many others who were expecting him to complete his assignment, them seeing him cry and run from the scene after Snape did it for him. This summer was complete agony… he just… he clutched harder, it all hit him. All because of what she said?

"What are you doing?" He snapped his head up; his eyes came in contact with a pair of dark ones.

"Go away."

"I don't think so, I live here too remember?" Blaise continued lying on his bed; he was surprised that his friend hadn't even noticed him. Something was going on but he was sure that he wasn't going to get anything out him tonight.