A/N: Hi to all those who are readings this! First of all, thank you for taking the time out of your daily lives to give my story a chance. Second of all, this is sort of an experiment so I would appreciate a review on what you think about the first chapter.

This is the first Dramione story I have written where I can see it turn into something but I will need encouragement and critical feedback in return.

**Trigger Warning**: This story does contain parts with sexual assault and attempted rape. It is still rated T so it does not get too graphic but I want to keep all my readers safe so please read ahead with caution. It will not be continuous throughout the whole story but it is in the first several chapters.

Disclaimer: The ownership of the characters in this story go to J.K Rowling but the plot is all mine.

Prologue

She ran as fast as she could, clutching her wand as if her life depended on it.

Her boots pounded against the paved cement and her eyes welled with tears. She reached out to the cobblestone wall to steady herself, her finger tips skimming against the cold stone.

Her tears fell faster, falling onto her already wet cheeks. The dark cave seemed to never end almost like he didn't want her to reach him. She cried out in frustration.

Then she saw a tiny blur of light. Confusion and hope welled up inside her as she ran faster than her feet could take her, while calling out his name as she neared the light.

The blur soon turned into an array of light and she stumbled into the opening. She was immediately blinded by the bright light..

Then time seemed to slow painfully…

A shout. A flash of green.

An anguished scream.

Then the world went black.

1 year and 8 Months Earlier...

Hermione Granger pressed her finger tips to her temples. She could feel the beginnings of a terrible migraine forming. She held a copy of Persuasion by Jane Austen in her hands but long abandoned due to her headache. Across from her sat her best friend Harry Potter and next to her sat her other best friend Ronald Weasley. She wasn't listening to what they were saying as she dozed off, her head pressed to the cool glass window of the Hogwarts Express, trees and mountains zipping past. Hermione always found solace when looking out the window on the trip to Hogwarts. She loved the mountains and beautiful green hills that were decked with flowers and bushes. She began to daydream about climbing a hill and sitting atop it while reading her favorite novel all day long.

Ron nudged her out of her daydream and asked, "What do you think 'Mione"

Hermione blinked realizing she hadn't been listening. "Hmm? " she asked.

"Don't you think it is a bit weird that Malfoy and his Mother were at Borgin and Burkes", Harry Potter, the boy who lived, asked.

Hermione thought back to that encounter a couple of days ago. It was unsettling but it was not something for them to worry about. "It's definitely curious but I don't think its our place to meddle, Harry." Hermione raised her brows in warning to Harry, knowing he would want to investigate further.

"I just think its suspicious is all," Harry defended.

Hermione groaned. She knew exactly where he was going with this.

Ever since Voldemort came back at the end of their 4th year, Harry had been looking for a way to make Malfoy out to be worse than he is.

"You are wrong you know," Hermione stated.

Ron looked confused. He looked back and forth between Hermione and Harry.

"Harry has reason to believe that Draco has become a death eater," Hermione rolled her eyes at the preposterous idea.

"It was an initiation! I know it! What else could it have been?" Harry admonished.

Hermione rolled her eyes, "I don't know, Harry, maybe we should just stay out of it," she side glanced at Ron, hoping for him to back her up. He seemed to be having an internal battle of right and wrong.

Ron sighed, "Yeah, I think Hermione is right, the ferret a Death Eater, there is no way." He scoffed at the idea.

Harry felt cornered and cramped in the small compartment with his two best friends against him. "Whatever. I'm going to get some air." He abruptly stood, startling Hermione, and left the compartment.

Harry is definitely up to something, Hermione thought. It was unlike him to leave like that and not say where he was going.

Hermione stood deciding she was going to follow him.

Halfway across the compartment she felt Ron tug her hand down, "Wait 'Mione, we finally have time to ya know…" he couldn't finish his sentence because he choked on his words. His ears turned red with embarrassment.

Hermione gave him an appalled look. Nothing had ever happened between them so what was he implying... "And what exactly are you suggesting Ronald", She demanded with her hands on her hips

He became flustered that she assumed he meant that. "Oh no! No, no, no I meant talk like just the two of us. Just us you know Ron and Hermione. Hermione and Ron. Just talking." He turned even more scarlet, his eyes darting back and forth.

She laughed heartily at his embarrassment. "Okay well maybe later, I've just got to see what Harry is up to. We can't risk getting into trouble this year it's our sixth year and with NEWTs coming up-"

"I get it Hermione", Ron rolled his eyes and stretched back lazily, "Go do your detective business". He made a shooing gesture in her direction.

Hermione took that as her approval to leave and quickly made her exit.

After she shut the door behind her she didn't see Harry down either hallway. She had a suspicion that he was heading to the Slytherin compartments, so she turned right.

She made her trek down the length of the train, passing chattering students and snogging couples. Finally she caught up to him when she saw his head of messy black hair. She sighed of relief, until...

"Granger, what are you doing over here." The voice came from behind her. It wasn't laced with malice or hatred but with curiosity. She turned and saw the face of someone she has known for 6 years, but not particularly liked.

"Mclaggen, I could ask you the same thing." She rolled her eyes at the tall, brooding jock. He stood six foot with muscular arms and honey brown hair. His smug expression made her stomach churn. She really didn't have time for his antics right now.

"Oh I was just visiting Professor Slughorn, talking to him after the Slug Club meeting, you know getting into his good graces before the start of the term." He looked her up and down in a predatory way that made her cringe. She stepped away from him backing herself into a corner, trapped between his arms. "You should take a few of my tips", he lightly touched the tips of her hair causing her to flinch at the contact, and an odd smell enveloped her.

She looked down the hallway to where she last saw Harry before Mclaggen interrupted but Harry was long gone. She looked down the other hallway and saw no one their either.

Her eyes seemed to have missed the figure hiding in the shadows, watching the entire exchange.

How convenient she thought.

"I dont need to use bribery to get myself into a club thank you very much. I actually have more than half of a brain. I can't say much about you though" she bit back at him.

He angrily slammed both his hands on either side of her head. She resisted a flinch and stubbornly stuck out her chin. She refused to be scared by him. Her brows knit together and her lips pursed. She clutched her wand in her hand, keeping it hidden in the pocket of her robe. If she hexed him right now she would be in major trouble and she could not risk her chances of becoming Head Girl.

He leaned closer to her ear and she could feel his ragged breath on her neck. "I would like to get on a first name basis with you this year Granger. I would love get to know you a little better", Mclaggen growled inching his face closer to hers so that their lips were hair's breadth away.

She leaned up to him to go along with his game and whispered back, "I have no desire to have anything to do with you, Mclaggen" She stomped on his foot as hard as she could and ducked under his arm. He let out a howl of pain and was left there clutching his foot in his hand.

Hermione sped down the train's hallway not thinking of which way she went.

She heard Mclaggen shout, "You're gonna get what's coming to you Granger!"

Tears threatened to spill over as she unknowingly stumbled into the Slytherin part of the train.

A few seconds behind her followed an out of breath Draco Malfoy who scowled at her. She looked back into the Slytherin compartment which was covered with black dust. Students were coughing into their hands while others were brushing off their clothes.

Harry. He got here before she could.

She watched as Malfoy elegantly brushed past her, sizing her up with a look of disdain. His eyes betrayed something though. He was hiding something but she could not tell what.

She sized him up as well. He was dressed in an impeccable all black suit, his platinum blonde hair gelled back, and a staff with a snake wrapped around it clutched in his hands.

He caught her staring and smirked at her while taking his seat next to Pansy Parkinson who was across from Blaise Zabini. He said something to the both of them his eyes never leaving her.

Pansy's shrill voice shook her out of her tranz."What is she doing here? You did this didn't you!" She screeched, pointing an accusing finger at Hermione.

Everyone's head turned to the frazzled brunette in the entryway.

"No I did not do this, that's complete hogwash! But don't worry I was just leaving," Hermione bit back, "I don't want to spoil my appetite for the feast tonight". Before turning around she did a quick scan of the room to find Harry, but he was not in sight.

As she was turning around, a cold, bitter voice broke the silence. "Run off to your little boyfriend, Granger. Dirty blood like you shouldn't be allowed in our presence, nevermind let onto the train."

She turned back around to face him, rage building up inside her.

"Tell me again Granger, how are you still allowed in Hogwarts with your disgraceful heritage." Draco Malfoy hissed, smirking because he had gotten under Hermione Granger's skin once again.

In a split second Hermione was across the room and within an inch away from Malfoy, her wand pressed into his throat. Hermione stared into his icy grey eyes and hissed, "Talk to me like that again and the only thing you will be seeing is the ceiling of the hospital wing. I'm not afraid to hex you Malfoy, so you better watch yourself. They don't call me the brightest witch of my age for no reason."

Her threat did not go unnoticed as she watched him swallow in fear.

She quickly straightened, reprimanding herself for letting things get out of hand. This is what he wants. He wants to get under her skin so she does something rash. Her head began to feel fuzzy fuzzy and she didn't want to fight anymore. Hermione's wand was still pointed at Malfoy when Pansy screeched.

"Hex her Draco before she hexes you!"

Malfoy immediately drew his wand and pointed his shaky hand in her direction. She rolled her eyes at his stupidity and he glared back at her, with contempt written in every wrinkle and crease on his face.

"Gods Granger, you can be so daft-" but before he could utter another word, another voice echoed throughout the room.

"Granger! Malfoy! What is the meaning of all this!" It was the stern voice of Professor Mcgonagall.

Before either could explain themselves, Pansy stood, pointing a finger at Hermione, "It was Granger, Professor! She threatened Draco and pointed her wand at him first! I saw it!"

Hermione was about to interject when Professor Mcgonagall summoned the two to follow her to her compartment.

They both followed obediently down the hallway, occasionally throwing glares at one another. On their walk to the professor's compartment, her headache came back at full swing causing her to become dizzy and nauseous. Her vision was blurring and the walls seemed to be closing in around her. She seemed to be losing her grip on her ability to control her body. She looked over to see Malfoy looking at her curiously. What is happening to me, she wondered, this isn't an ordinary headache.

When they arrived Hermione stumbled into the room, sitting on the couch in front of the professor's desk. She began to feel very sleepy but forced herself to sit up straight. She watched the hazy form of Draco Malfoy sit next to her, his attention focused on the Professor. She looked at the blurry figure in front of her, and attempted to soak in her lecture.

"As you both know, using magic outside of classrooms is strictly forbidden. So can you both explain to me what gave you the sense to threaten each other with magic. Since neither of…" The professor's stern voice drifted away as Hermione slowly lost consciousness. Her eyelids fluttered back and forth in attempt to stay alert, but she slowly fell limp into a pair of strong arms.

She looked up into a blurry face, but clear as day icy grey eyes. And then everything went black.