Draco walked slowly down the hall; he had listened to his aunt talk for the better part of the night. Explain all the plans and how the world would be and Draco couldn't help but agree it did sound great. Yes he had turned back to the light so to say and he had been happy. He had felt a purpose and felt content in that life, but his aunt was right. He was a Malfoy; his side would always be aligned with the Dark Lord.

He walked quietly up to the suite Hermione was sleeping in and his breath caught in his throat. He imagined her curled up in bed, her chest rising and falling. He leaned his head against the door and could hear her mumbling in her sleep. He smiled and decided if he was going to try to romance her, why not start right now and he slowly opened the door.

Hermione woke abruptly and looked around the dark room. She had no idea what had woken her but she felt the hair on the back of her neck stand on end and she sat up slowly. She looked towards the door and saw a silhouette of a man tip toeing into her room. Hermione tensed her body and quietly slid down the opposite side of her bed, if this guy though he could come in and sneak up on her, he had another thing coming. She reached up for her wand but couldn't find it; no matter she thought she could fight. Images popped in her head of punching a blonde boy, fighting in a dark corridor and blocking herself while getting hit in the stomach with a curse, of tons of bodies around her as she tried to work her way through them, firing spells and punches to help out… someone to get there before he did something stupid, she could see the figure of a boy with dark messy hair and a scar down his forehead. Her heart compressed with a sisterly affection and it made her think stop. She didn't know if it was a dream or these were some of her memories, she would have liked to ponder these some more but suddenly she could hear the scuffing of shoes against the carpet and realized that her surprise guest was moving closer to the bed. She shifted her body till she was at the end of the bed looking up at the man, as he moved to put his hand out to touch the covers she jumped up, fists first and hit him right in the face.

"Unnnggggg," a muffled voice yelled as hands went to cover the man's nose, he backed away quickly reaching for his wand and Hermione tensed again wondering how she could block him and get his wand away from him.

"Wait, wait Hermione. It's me, Draco." A deep masculine voice said behind his hands, "I'm not going to hurt you. Gosh you still pack a mean right hand. I think you broke my nose." Hermione stopped moving and looked at him in the dark room trying to pick out his features. "I'm just going to turn the lights on okay, not anything else," he said as he backed up and flicked the switch.

Light illuminated the room and Hermione shielded her eyes and peaked out at him. He was a tall solid looking man with slightly shaggy blonde hair that covered his forehead and part of his eyes, it was brushed to the side and she knew that he was a handsome man. He was dressed in a dark suit and there was blonde flowing through his hand that covered his nose.

"Do I know you," Hermione asked cautiously.

"Of course you know him dawll," Bellatrix said smiling as she came into the room. "Draco what did I tell you, she had a rough night and probably wouldn't remember you. You can't just come waltzing into her room and give the poor girl a fright, even if she is your fiancée." Bellatrix turned to Draco and winked at him. "Oh and it looks like I was right, did she break your nose."

Draco had a slightly stunned look on his face but recovered quickly. "I know what you said Aunty, I just figured that while she might forget everyone else she wouldn't forget the man she loves."

While Hermione looked at him and cocked her head thinking really hard if she remembered him. Bellatrix whispered quietly, "Nice, keep laying it on like this and it will work out perfectly."

Hermione looked at his really hard and searched her mind deeply looking at the two people before her. First she looked at Bellatrix, Bella as she supposedly called her and couldn't help but feel a shiver run down her spine. She didn't know what it was but Hermione just didn't feel right around this woman. She turned her head slightly to look at Draco and her body relaxed slightly. She did feel like she knew him but her body couldn't react positively to the word fiancée. She closed her eyes and rubbed a bit and as soon as she closed her eyes a handsome redhead was again smiling at her, a little scar on his chin and her heart did a back flop. She quickly opened her eyes.

"I do think you look a little familiar," Hermione said quietly looking back towards Draco.

A smile lit up his face so brilliantly that Hermione couldn't help but calm down, she could see the love shinning out of his face and it made her feel a lot better. Obviously this man loved her and it made everything seem a lot clearer. The redheaded man must just be a figment of her imagination.

"Oh Hermione! Sweet." Draco said lovingly as he strode over to her and pulled her up onto the bed, he wrapped an arm around her and rubbed up and down her arm. His face so happy as he stared into her face. "I can't even imagine what you've gone through, and the thought that you don't remember me. My heart hurts just thinking about it."

"Well why don't you try giving her a kiss Draco, you know in all the fairy tales the true loves kiss breaks the spell." Bellatrix said sarcastically laughing from the corner. Again Hermione felt shivers run up and down her spine listening to her laugh. Something just did not feel right about that woman.

Draco felt her shiver and rubbed his hands harder up and down her arms creating friction and warmth; he pulled her face to him and smiled. "Are you okay?"

Hermione looked at the smile and felt her body ease again, there was something about her that made her feel like he was an ally or a friend. "Just a little overwhelmed," Hermione said truthfully.

"I can imagine," Draco said a little huskily as his eyes darkened a little. "Well how about we let you go back to getting some rest," he stood up and looked down at Hermione. "But I do agree with my Aunt. I may as well try and see if that helps you." He said leaning down to her.

Before Hermione could deny he had placed his hand on her chin and turned her face up to his. Hermione had no idea why her body was reacting negatively to this. He was her fiancée as she had been told and she could tell that he loved her. And maybe this would bring a shock back with her memories. She calmed her body as his lips touched down on hers.

Hermione immediately felt like this was all wrong, these were not the lips meant to be on hers. She had a flash of stubble rubbing against her face as hot lips crushed hers. Not these soft lips pressing into hers, she tried to pull away as a hand came and buried itself in her hair as the lips pressed into her harder. Hermione felt tears behind her eyes and couldn't imagine why, this just all felt wrong.

She felt the pressure lighten up against her lips as Draco's pair rubbed back and forth a few times until they finally pulled away. Draco smiled down at her, kissed her forehead and pulled totally away. Hermione scooted up to the top of the bed, to put distance between them in case he decided to continue with the kissing.

"Do you need me to tuck you in," Draco said smiling sweetly at her, and Hermione quickly shook her head. "Okay if you need me, just call out okay love? I'll be in the room next door."

Hermione didn't know why this didn't make her feel that good, "Where is my wand." She asked quietly, "You know, just in case I need it."

Bellatrix looked at her shiftily, "You broke it when you fell in the foyer."

"Oh," Hermione said softly, feeling let down. If she had her want she would feel a lot more comfortable.

"Don't worry love; we'll get you a new one made. Just go to sleep, we have a big day tomorrow. Lots to plan." Draco said from the doorway

"That's right," Bellatrix laughed. "The Dark Lord isn't going to raise himself." She said smiling at Hermione and winking.

Hermione kept her face passive as she fought of the cringe she felt at the mention of the Dark Lord. "You guys are right, and I'm really tired," she said trying to mollify them. "I think more sleep will definitely help me," she forced herself to smile at them in turn.

Bellatrix smiled again, Hermione didn't know if she could call it a smile or more like a predatory smirk, and she walked out of the room.

Draco smiled at her too and reminded her that he would be in the room right next to hers if she needed anything and closed the door behind him.

Hermione blew out a breath of relief; something was definitely not right with this whole situation. She couldn't stop the feeling that this was all wrong. This whole Dark Lord business just didn't feel right to her. She looked deep in herself and felt a need to fight back, not for someone called the Dark Lord, but for that dark haired boy she saw before she woke up, his name on the tip of her tongue. She really needed to get to the bottom of this. She felt immediate calm as soon as she made the plan to look into what was going on. First she would find a wand, and then make her way around the house. Finding out as much as she could; about Bellatrix, about Draco, about everything. She mentally made a list in her head and felt good, she reached her arms above her head and stretched. She pulled herself off the bed, quietly walked across the room and opened the door quietly and peaked out.