A/N: I can't apologize enough for how late this is but I won't drag out the wait any longer with the laundry list of explanations & bore you with my life so I hope you all still care and here it goes…

"Are you trying to kill me? You must be, you stupid little boy!" Snape was saying in a loud shout like whisper.

"Oh come off it." Draco simply stated avoiding eye contact with Snape.

"You just risked everything! How could you be so careless as to get caught and make up some lame excuse about gate crashing? You need to be more careful! Tonight is the night. We cannot have anything cause a problem now. You have to ki-"

Draco cut Snape off mid-sentence; he couldn't bear to hear those words spoken out loud. It would only confirm what he already knew, that he was born to be a monster, and he would truly become one tonight.

"I know what I am doing tonight! He trusts me! Me, over everyone else! I was chosen!" Draco lifted up his dark black sleeve to reveal the dark mark illuminated by the moonlight peering into the castle. Brown eyes watched as the mark danced on his milky white skin.

Hermione's heart stopped beating. She lifted her hand to her chest, she felt icy cold and dead inside. She couldn't breathe she could barely keep herself from passing out at the sight of that-that thing on his arm. His arm! The arm that had encircled her numerous times, an arm she had fallen asleep in was home to that ugly heinous thing! But wait it couldn't have been there on that night…surely she would've noticed if it was. She racked her mind going over every image of that night.

He had kept his sleeves on; he had opened his shirt but never fully took it off. He hid it from her on purpose. How could she not know? How could she have been so stupid? Her mind was in a panic. She couldn't sort anything out. She felt as if her would was spinning and her body was being sucked down into this endless free-fall. She gripped the cold castle wall for support.

By the time she had gotten control of herself she realized they had left. She was slowly regaining all of her physical senses. The hot tears stung the corners of her eyes as the drafty castle sought to take their heat. She was desperately trying to bring out the logical Hermione that failed to exist whenever Draco Malfoy was concerned, but logical Hermione seemed to be less crushed and saddened and more filled with white hot rage. She suddenly felt herself pulled to the scene of her betraying everything she ever believed in, the room of requirement.

Draco stalked to the room of requirement; it was almost time to get the fellow death eaters into the castle through the vanishing cabinet. Part of him hoped in vain that it wouldn't work, but he was pretty sure in his magical repair skills and he knew what would happen to his mother if he failed and The Dark Lord's precious favorite boot lickers were harmed. His mind flashed to a horrid image of his mother lying bloodied as The Dark Lord's snake like features resembled a smile. Then out of mercy his mind went to an Image of Hermione, an image he'd seen earlier that night. She looked gorgeous at Slughorn's party. That's how he'd remember her, smiling and with a look in her eyes that made him feel like she was glad to have seen him, even for the briefest of moments. He'd seen that fire under those warm brown eyes. He stopped in front of the wall shut his eyes and willed the room of requirement to appear to him. The eyes he opened once inside were ice cold, dead to the world.

Hermione saw him come in, she was waiting there. It dawned on her that their relationship had evolved so quickly from hate to love it was doomed to cycle back to hate. She was overcome with rage seeing his beautiful deep blue eyes revert back to their ice cold former selves.

It was that split second that he saw her, eyes puffy and red, mascara running down his rosy cheeks. Rage filled eyes moved towards him in what must have been split second because he had no time to react before he was pushed onto the ground with a surprising amount of force from her petite frame.

"Surprised to see me?" She shouted down at him, her wand poised in front of her. "Yeah well imagine how I felt to see this on your arm!" With her wand she made slits in the fabric that was his black shirt.

"What how did you?" Draco asked confused.

"Oh how did I know? I followed you out of the party! Cause silly me I actually liked you hell I more than liked you! Well look how stupid I was. I swear to Merlin I don't know why I haven't hexed you into oblivion. No on second thought I do. Tell me Draco what were you chosen for?" She shouted.

"I can't." He said through cold eyes devoid of any feeling.

"Look at me." She demanded through grated teeth. "Don't you owe me that much? Or was that it the whole time. You had to get close to me for some reason, get information, plant something on me what? Tell me what you were chosen for Draco!"

"Oh I'm lucky enough to be chosen to kill Dumbledore for you know who because my father is a fucking incompetent servant and oh yeah if I don't succeed he is going to kill my mother."

Hermione was very confused she thought for sure it would explain why he went after her the way he did. This wasn't adding up.

"Well what does that have to do with going after me?" She asked.

"It doesn't. You weren't a game. Everything we had was genuine. It's the man I wish I could be, but I can't ok! I can never be that guy that was in this room that night Hermione it won't work! I have no way out. And you have to get out of here now before I'm forced to do something I don't want to do." These last words coming out his mouth described us perfectly yet again burning fiery passion to ice devoid of feeling.

TBC