Title: Passionate Anger

Summary: Draco decides to take action with Hermione, but what happens when she doesn't go along?

Author's Note: I had help on this story from my friend Hooty. She told me if it was getting lame and put in her 2 sense on up coming chapters. Well tell me if you like it, but you know what they say if you don't have something nice to say, say nothing at all.

Ch.1-The alley.

"Yes, yes, yes! It's bloody brilliant!" Hermione Granger, a 22 year old witch, just found the key to winning her boss over to her way of thinking. For 11 hours straight she'd been working on finishing a report about mere folk abuse. Just, because they live in the water does not mean they enjoy rubbish being thrown in their back yards (if they have those). You see Hermione works in the department of segregation; she specializes in segregation against magical creatures. She wanted to finish early so she could start her 2 weeks of paid vacation tomorrow. Adding a few last thoughts she finished her report (it better resembled a book) and laid it on her boss's desk. She grabbed her things and headed for the back entrance. It's the only way out late at night or early in the morning in her case. Closing up Hermione turned to take a deep breath.

"Mmmmm…" She smiled,being stuck in a small cubicle for hours on end gets to you. She managed to take a couple of steps before sheheard a small whisper and her wand went flying into the shadowsto her left of her. There was a rustle of cloaks and a tall figure emerged.

"Malfoy? Is that you? What the bloody hell do you think you're doing? Give me my wand at once." She was more peved than frighted, but didn't let on to either.

"Calm down Granger I simply want to talk. It's been my thinkingthat you have had a plethora of conversations, but from what I've just heardnone of them could have possibly been civilized", he smirked extravagantly.

"I'm more civil than you'll ever be. Sneaking up on a woman, disarming her. Really Malfoy,whatwere you thinking?"

"Listen to us", he said avoiding the question. "We've known each other for years and still we're on last name basis."

She looked at him with disgust and it just dripped from her voice when she said, "that's, because for most of that time you favored a different, rather vulgar name for me. Do you recall what it was?"

Something flickered in his eyes; it looked like remorse, but for what the name calling, the tormenting. No, Hermione decided maybe he fought on the good side during the war, but Draco Malfoy would never change heart that dramatically.

"I don't have time for this." He looked angry as he pointed his wand at her.

"Look Malfoy, I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset you just lower your wand and we'll talk this out okay." She was backing away slowly as she talked. Her hands were out in front her as a shield.

Thick ropes suddenly wrapped around her wrists and ankles. He lifted her over his shoulder. Hermione felt a horrible sensation as if being squeezed into bottle and then they were gone. No one would suspect what went on that night for there was no evidence of any of it taking place.