Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. J. K. Rowling does.

Warning: This is intended for a mature and broad-minded audience due to unwanted physical encounters, vulgarity, emotional conflicts, and abnegation. I strongly believe my story might end being a wee bit dark.

A/N: Hi there! Alrighty, so my story does not follow any of the books. It will have some twists to it, as you read I'm confident you'll be able to decipher them. This is my first time writing, so please be nice! Thank you for your time as well. Hope you like! Oh, and review! Getting some reviews would be lovely.

Chapter One

"Mins undergo a transmutation when they are going to attack. They are quite violent, and lovingly cruel. Do not try to outrun a min. The blood of a male and female will reverse the transformation, although this somehow causes the min to create a blood bond between the two individuals. The side effects of creating such a blood bond are quite severe..." explained the new teacher of Deadly and Rare Magical creatures. Her piercing voice and equally piercing emerald green eyes were set on forcing the students to pay attention. Most students were paying attention.

Draco Malfoy simply stopped listening to the educator once she said that the blood of a male and female were needed in order to reverse the transformation. Curiosity got the best of him when he heard that shocking revelation. As far as he was concerned only very powerful magical creatures required blood to be sealed. He walked around the classroom and paused momentarily in front of the bird cage that the teacher was pointing towards, letting his silver grey eyes search into the cage in vain attempt to discover what lurked inside it.

The foul creature was in plain view mere seconds ago, yet when Draco wanted to see it up close and personal it had hid under the shadow that was cast inside the cage because of the small blanket that sat on top of it. The teacher kept rambling on. She was still green, if she thought Draco was going to listen to her. It wasn't as if he was going to ever run into such an uncommon and ghastly creature outside of this bloody classroom. He was so bored of this useless class. The mention of an upcoming test for this new class, only reminded him of his anger at being required to take this class in the first place. He hadn't even paid full attention to anything the teacher had said, and had defiantly refused to perform the practice spells on the creature when she asked or more so commanded the students to do so. He wasn't one to be commanded to do anything.

Draco couldn't help the smirk that spread across his handsome face at the gasps and surprised expressions of his classmates. If he failed this test it wouldn't affect his grades in the least. He, unlike most of the other students, could afford to fail this ridiculous class. Finally he turned away from the cage, and unintentionally locked eyes with mudblood Granger across the room for a fleeting second. Repulsion poured through him, burning through his aristocratic veins at the sight of the petite witch.

For once she wasn't paying attention to the educator with rapt admiration in her big brown eyes. Against his will, he started to reason that, like him, even the filthy mudblood knew that the chances of running into such an extremely rare creature were very, very slim. Her short height that so harshly contrasted with his tall stature made it difficult for him to peer into her now downcast gaze, but he could've sworn he saw her eyes tearing up. The merest trace of a smirk came upon his lips as he suddenly recalled how this very morning she had fallen, hit her head, and landed in an ungraceful heap in front of the Slytherin table. Blaise had the audacity to help her, while he merely wished the fall had at least given her a concussion.

He slightly squinted when she looked up again, to see the formation of a bruise on her forehead. Unbeknownst to the tall and malicious boy, the slight slip of a girl that he was currently looking at was recalling the same unpleasant incident.

Hermione Granger felt her chest constrict as she replayed the incident of this morning in her bruised head. Everyone had pointed and laughed at her. Ron and Harry were too busy with their new conquests and had actually joined in and laughed at her misfortune.

Harry and Ron didn't seem to notice how their new bitter behavior towards her affected her. They were once friends. They no longer wanted to be seen with her and they tried their hardest to evade her. She knew that they had grown up and would rather partake in carnal pleasures, than keep her company in the library, but she still could not comprehend why they didn't want to be seen with her. Sighing, and ending her depressive thoughts, she raised her hand to answer a question, yet she hastily brought it down as she realized she didn't know the answer. She had completely missed the lesson! Heat rushed to her face.

Draco stared at the blush staining her cheeks and silently laughed. Hermione froze as she felt someone's gaze lingering on her. Draco, on the other hand, gave her a cold glare when her eyes finally met his once more. Dread wrapped its icy grip on her heart as she saw Malfoy's hatred for her clearly etched on his porcelain face. Hermione looked away as quickly as possible. Malfoy frightened her. She had heard innumerable rumors of his cruelty.

"Sometimes I question how someone as formless and plain as her could even be considered a girl. I'm going to have to shut my eyes the whole time, and pretend it's a pretty witch," Blaise Zabini confessed to Theodore Nott.

Draco finally turned and took notice of the two boys that had now stepped to his right and left side. A delicate silvery blond brow arched in Blaise's direction. Blaise Zabini was almost as tall as him, had dark hair, and was bronzed by the sun. Draco couldn't understand why he'd choose to bed an ugly witch when he was sure one of his decent looking fan girls would be more than willing.

"Who's the unlucky witch?" asked Draco in a teasing manner.

Blaise pretended to be offended and said, "I'll have you know that any witch that I choose to fuck should consider herself downright blessed." Theo looked amused at Blaise's comeback.

"I see," chuckled Draco. After the amusement had faded from the trio, Blaise sobered up and his face grew serious.

"The mudblood," he confessed to Draco.

Theo and Blaise both glanced in Draco's direction, trying to gauge his reaction.

"Why would you even contemplate getting close enough to touch the mudblood? That's just disgusting," said the blond boy in a sharp voice. He whirled around to look over his shoulder to the girl in question with a bewildered expression.

Blaise sighed and shook his head. "Don't worry, Drake. I still dislike her kind, but I'm not going to lose to Theo. As for this morning... it was necessary. If I'm going to deflower her, first I need to get on her good side. Besides, sex is sex," explained Blaise with a shrug.

"What? Theo? Why would you want her? She's not remotely attractive. Virgins aren't even fun," added Draco. He was perplexed beyond reason as to why his best mates were willing to sully themselves with her.

Theo's hazel eyes flashed fire for a second and he heatedly replied to Draco's question, "You're right, they're not, but Blaise here thinks that he's more talented with the witches than me. Naturally, we made a bet."

The leader of the trio was about to question the nature of the disturbing bet when Blaise whispered into his ear and explained the bet. Once he was done, Draco felt nauseous. He wanted to throw up at the thought of touching the filthy mudblood. He was silent for a minute, but then proceeded in warning his companions to leave him out of their twisted little bet. Theo and Blaise nodded in understanding. Both knew Draco would never participate in a bet that included sleeping with a mudblood. They, on the other hand, had no quarrel with the concept of sleeping around with witches that weren't purebloods.

Class was dismissed. As the Slytherin boys gathered their belongings to head over to the Slytherin common room, Blaise's striking cerulean eyes looked over at Hermione and caught her gaze as she was leaving the classroom. He smiled at her and she returned a small awkward smile.

Blaise laughed and gave a soft pat to Theo's back as soon as she was out of sight.

Hermione was so bothered about the lesson she had missed, that she never paused to notice how three of the most notorious wizards of the school kept staring at her. She was too engrossed in thinking of a way to pass a test on a creature that she knew nothing about. Her stomach was churning at the possibility of failing this new class.

She pushed away strands of her wavy golden-brown hair from her face as she walked to the Great Hall, to reveal that she was walking unaccompanied with no students around her. Suddenly she felt very tired and alone. Squaring her thin shoulders, she braced herself for the long day she knew was ahead of her.

. . .

After dinner, Draco was on his way to meet up with Theo for a round of chess in the Slytherin common room when he noticed a girl coming towards him. He inwardly groaned as he recognized who she was.

"Draco!" yelled Pansy Parkinson as she ran to embrace him. "Stop, "he commanded. He pulled out of her grasp. Any wizard would deem him mad for distancing himself from the tall, curvy witch. Though, he would deem any wizard mad himself, if they were willing to put up with her clingy behavior.

She pouted at him, yet the undying love she held for the cold blond was clearly shinning in her bright eyes.

"I want to wear your necklace. May I, please?" she inquired as she tried to wrap herself around him once again.

Draco sighed in annoyance, she already knew the answer. She always asked the same question.

He never let anyone wear his necklace. It represented the Malfoy name and had been passed down from generation to generation. There was no way in hell he was going to trust it into the hands of Pansy.

Besides, he knew she only wanted to wear it to show off.

His gaze searched her blue eyes as she smiled up at him. He was disturbed at how she never gave up hope in him one day returning her obsessive feelings.

"Pansy, I've already told you. I will in no way let you wear-" began Draco as she put her long hands on his chest and began to snake them up his neck.

A muffled sob interrupted his scathing answer. Draco was slightly taken aback at the girl's unexpected cry. She sounded far too hurt. She was used to his cool, nonchalant manners and responses. What the hell was she sobbing about anyway?

He saw as she retracted her arms to her sides, shook her head, and looked away from him. "You gave it to someone else!" she accused in a shrieking voice. Draco finally realized what she was referring to. The luxurious platinum necklace that usually adorned his graceful neck was missing. Without a sound or bothering to give a reason, he walked away leaving a weeping pansy in his wake.

Hours later, only silence, darkness, and the howling of the wind greeted Draco as he stepped inside yet another room.

He rushed into every classroom that he came across while walking through the restricted and deserted section of the school. His silvery blond brows drew together in a scowl. He had been searching for hours to no avail. He couldn't find the damn necklace.

Draco swore under his breath, he was sure he has lost it here somewhere when the impatient witch he had shagged senseless last night had torn at his robes to get to his lean, sculpted body.

As much as he had scanned with the light protruding from his wand, he couldn't find it.

It was his favorite necklace, too.

Well, actually, it was his only necklace.

"Probably worth more than half of the students in this wretched school," he whispered to the air.

He sagged in defeat. He placed his wand back into his robes. The blond was about to head back to his personal dorm room when a shadow up in front of his view caught his attention.

The illumination of the full moon provided him with enough light to see the outline of the shadow, but not with enough light to discover the identity of the lone stranger.

He was beginning to get a tad bit interested. Judging by the small size of the shadow, he safely assumed it was a girl, a tiny girl at that. Draco studied the shadow from a careful distance and was puzzled when he noticed the girl carrying what appeared to be a bird cage and a book.

. . .

Hermione thought that someone was watching her. She could have sworn that she heard footsteps, but she simply convinced herself that she was only nervous.

After all, it wasn't everyday that she broke curfew. In spite of her own reassurances, her instincts were practically screaming at her. Perhaps it was the fearful creature she had borrowed without permission that was making her nervous. It did keep glaring at her with those scarlet eyes after all.

She shuddered.

To the untrained eye the creature within the cage seemed to be a tiny bird, but upon close inspection its blood red eyes, razor-sharp uneven teeth, jagged wings, and disfigured orange shriveled body gave it away to be a min.

Hermione didn't like to break school rules, but she didn't want to lose points on her next Deadly and Rare Magical creatures test, simply because she hadn't paid attention during a lesson.

She took a deep breath and pushed her silly thoughts to the back of her mind. Something wasn't right, though. She could sense it, but couldn't name it.

She abruptly stopped when she heard a soft noise behind her. Wiping at the sweat on her forehead, Hermione turned her head ever so slightly to look behind her.

Draco finally came to the conclusion that the witch gliding along the hallway was in no way a frequent visitor of the restricted area of the school.

She hesitated too much, and also witches that came here at these hours came for one thing only and they sure as hell didn't hesitate. In addition, he knew from experience that they didn't carry books or cages with them. The girl wasn't dressed for the occasion, either.

The lone figure was dressed far too modestly and her hair was a mess. He kept following until she turned to look back.

A second before their eyes were about to meet, a flash of lighting lit up the hallway.

He heard her sudden intake of breath. She erratically ran inside a random room. Draco's adrenaline pumped in as he walked faster. A predatory gleam in his eye as the identity of the girl dawned on him.

What could she, of all people, be doing in a restricted area in the middle of the night?

He had barely stepped inside the room when he saw a heavy book flying towards him. His quick reflexes from Quidditch saved him from being knocked out by a bloody book.

The diminutive girl tried to back away from him, but he grabbed her wrist in a viselike grip. She tried to yank her wrist from his painful grasp while begging for him to release her.

"Shut up, mudblood," he growled. He saw her bite her lip, suppressing her whimpers of pain. He was enjoying seeing her quiver in fear.

Hermione's helplessness filled her with sheer gut wrenching panic. She tilted her head back to gaze into her captor's cold calculating eyes. They were assessing her. She had to get away, now. She tried to spit in his face, and as a result he suddenly released her so quickly that she flew back.

With a cry of distress, the bird cage flew out of her hand, and Hermione landed on her back with a sickening thud.

From her sprawled position, she saw him lift up his left hand to wipe at his face, even though the girl had missed completely. He let out a curse, outrage crawling into his stormy grey eyes.

The girl rolled away and struggled to get up. She almost succeeded in doing so, when she felt a polished boot press down on her abdomen.

Draco pushed down harder until she made a small sound that sounded something like a choked howl.

She was shaking.

He was smirking.

"That'll cost you," he threatened.

Draco looked her over, well as much as he could with only the moonlight. He saw the way her big brown eyes were filled with terror and she kept glancing nervously at the cage that was behind him. His eyes narrowed as he realized her terror filled gaze was fixed on the empty cage and not him.

"Please... Let me go. I'll do anything," she begged for a second time.

He scoffed."I don't want anything from a filthy mudblood," he replied.

Her small dainty hands tried to pry his boot off of her, which only incensed him further.

He quickly leaned down and easily picked her up by the collar in a fluid motion.

Hermione's already tender back painfully hit the wall behind her as he abruptly slammed her against it and let go of her. She landed on her feet and was about to run towards the cage when she realized that a strong body was caging her to the wall. Her entire body stiffened. He heard her struggle for breath at the feel of his large hands upon her delicate throat.

"Mudbloods are so easy to break," he whispered in a dangerous voice.

She could feel the rippling muscles in his arms contracting as she struggled to claw at them to release his hold of her neck.

Draco could feel her boyish slender body pressed against his, and he was shocked at how small she really was under all the garments she wore.

Her mouth had gone utterly dry, her head felt fuzzy. She thought he was going to kill her.

Out of nowhere, a blinding light lit up the room.

They both shut their eyes at the unwelcoming brightness.

Once they opened them, a seemingly small silhouette in the corner of the room kept growing in stature. To Hermione's horror, she quickly realized the min was transforming.

A tall frightening woman with blood red eyes, wrinkled orange skin, and long stringy black hair finally materialized before them. She had long sharpened talons for nails. Her wicked smile revealed a mouthful of small sharp teeth like a shark. The creature smelled of decayed flesh.

Hermione's glazed eyes widened in shock and she attempted to leap back, but Draco held her in place, by switching his hold on her throat to her wrist, again. Hermione looked away from the horrifying creature as it licked its black lips with a forked tongue that had blisters on it.

Meanwhile, Draco drew out his wand and approached it. Before Draco could question or curse the min, it lunged at him.

Hermione screamed as she saw how the min tackled and ripped at Draco's flesh. She immediately used a spell that bound the creature in magical chains.

The min let out a screeching noise followed by a long hiss of rage as it fell to the floor like a rag doll.

Hermione had briefly read about the min creature in her book, but was hoping to learn more about it when she studied it tonight. However, she did know that mins ate wizards and witches, and were voracious.

Hot tears that burned her eyes like liquid fire began to pour down her pale cheeks, despite her efforts to halt them. She found it difficult to be valiant when she was being faced with the daunting possibility of being eaten by a min or strangled to death by Malfoy.

"Flesh," announced the creature in a hoarse, demonic voice. The min was sniffing the air.

Hermione's eyes met with Malfoy's.

Draco could clearly see the mudblood's fear in her eyes, because of the bright light that had engulfed the room. He could also see the way his blood was splattered on the wall and floor.

"Malfoy, are you all right?" she questioned as she ran over towards him.

Hermione froze, and held her breath as she reached out to stem the blood flow of the gashes across his chest and arm.

"I'm fine, don't touch me," he spat as he stumbled to regain his footing without her assistance.

Hermione exhaled as she saw his wounds were bleeding badly, but were merely superficial.

Draco knew that the mudblood had a heart of gold and would help anyone, but he didn't want her hands on his person.

To Hermione, Malfoy almost looked like an angel of death as he rose to his full height with malice and the promise of retribution very evident in the depths of his silver grey eyes. His aggressive stance towards the creature made her feel oddly protected, although, she was wary of the creature because at any moment the chains could shatter.

"Mal-Malfoy, we have to seal it. If we don't it's going to kill us and... Devour us," whispered the small girl in a trembling voice.

"Look, mudblood, just shut up, stay out of the way, and let me handle this," he arrogantly replied.

The girl seemed to ignore his comment.

"They can't be destroyed by magic, but when they revert back to their bird like form they are perfectly harmless. We need to reverse the transformation," she replied as she was attempting to walk to the entrance of the room.

Draco knew the mudblood was about to go and get the heavy book to read about a possible solution, but as he saw the min struggle to break the already weakened chains; he knew they didn't have enough time for that, besides he just had a flashback of piercing emerald green eyes.

He reached inside his boot to produce the small dagger he always carried with him.

Hermione was about to reach for the book she had brought with her, when she felt a sharp agonizing pain in her left arm. Before she could process what had just transpired, she realized that Malfoy was dragging her towards the creature against her will.

"Stop this! Are you mad?" she questioned in a terror filled voice.

Draco ignored her words.

He extended his free wounded arm over the creature and let his precious pure blood drip into its mouth.

The min's forked blistered tongue greedily lapped at the ruby red raindrops of blood that were flowing down the side of its mouth.

Hermione's arm had gone numb, and fear gripped at her heart as Malfoy pushed her towards the min. Blood was seeping from her mysterious injury that she couldn't inspect.

"Let it drink your blood," commanded Malfoy.

Hermione gasped and shook her head as she tried to run back to the book.

Draco caught her.

She tried to twist free of Draco's grasp.

He was strong.

She was weak.

He forcefully grabbed her bleeding arm and extended it over the creature's awaiting mouth.

Once Hermione's blood was ingested, the creature let out an ear splitting screech.

The min's body doubled over. It attempted to crawl once the chains were broken, but its body rippled with what appeared to be extreme pain. Its orange shriveled body stretched and twisted at unnatural angles. Blood combined with some sort of blue tinted liquid bubbled out of its mouth. There was a loud pop and at once the darkness returned to the room.

In the middle of the classroom lay the small bird like body of the min.

Hermione went across the room to pick up the bird cage with shaky hands. She was about to head back towards the bird, but Malfoy was there first.

Draco Malfoy was livid. This damn bird nearly killed him. The min's crimson eyes looked up at him in a taunting manner. He saw the mudblood approaching from the corner of his eye. She cautioned him to be careful in a fearful voice, even as he arrogantly bent down to examine the hideous thing without fear.

He decided it didn't deserve to be cursed by him.

Draco smirked and raised his boot and brought it down upon the creature.

A bone crushing sound was heard.

Hermione witnessed in dismay as he killed the now helpless min.

Draco straightened up to his full 6'3" height and glanced over at Hermione. "You're next," he said with a sadistic grin on his face.

The small girl made a dash for the door, but soon realized she couldn't open it.