Okay so I'm just going to warn you now. There's some mature content in here (no smut yet...)and just a little bit of gore. This is a chapter I really needed to do, cause it's pretty much crucial to the plot. . . Also, sorry for the short update... Pretty much everything on my computer got deleted because of some virus :'( BUT ENJOY! ;3

When dinner started, Hermione did her best to compose herself. She pretended to listen to Harry and Ron's ramblings, which to her were very interesting at the moment. She hummed quietly, and refused to sit still. And when the food appeared, she filled her plate with some, but didn't eat any of it; instead opting to drink pumpkin juice, hoping it would settle her stomach.

"I wonder where Matthew is..." said Ron slowly. "Where could he have gone to?"

Hermione cringed. She hoped he would never show up.

"Hey, Hermione, is something bothering you?" Harry asked, removing his glasses, polishing them and putting them back on again. He was scrutinizing her. She gulped.

"Upset stomach," Hermione replied softly. She could tell Harry wasn't buying it. He was a smart boy, although his marks clearly weren't at the top of the class. However, he had a sharp mind, and could detect quite well when Hermione wasn't telling the truth, or when anyone wasn't telling the truth. And Hermione was a horrible, horrible liar.

They stared at each other for quite some time. Hermione desperately tried to look away, but Harry made it very, very hard for her.

"I- I think I'm going to go lie down."

Harry nodded. "Thats good." He smiled at her warmly, then went back to his food. Hermione sighed in relief, and quickly made her way up to the girl's dormitories in Gryffindor tower. She looked around, then lay down on top of the covers. She stared at the top of her four-poster, thinking for a while, then closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

It was cold.

Theodore Nott, in his cell in Azkaban, shivered. The clothes he had been given to wear were torn in many places, and the air went through the holes in the fabric, chilling him to the bone.

He was curled up in a ball on the damp cement floor, rocking back and forth and watching the Dementors go by his cell, sometimes pausing to stare at him through the spaces between the bars. He would return their stares blankly, and this made him even colder. His teeth clattered.

"Hello, Theodore. Long time no see, right?"

He looked up and gasped. It was her.

She bent down and stroked his cheek. "How have you been?"

He did not reply. He shut his eyes tight, hoping this was all just a dream.

"Open your eyes," she whispered. He hesitantly did so, and tilted his head to get a better view of her- the girl who had ruined his life in an instant, the girl who had Crucio'd him for hours until he finally screamed right.

This madwoman, this psychotic killer, Alexis Darling. Yet, after all she'd done to him, he couldn't help but think she was simply glorious.

Her hair was perfect, shiny and black as a raven's wing in the moonlight. Her skin was like porcelain, flawless and white. And her eyes, her beautiful eyes. Emerald green, sparkling like diamonds.

"I have something for you," she began, planting soft kisses on his dirty cheeks. She pulled from her robes a single apple, just as deliciously red as her lips. She brought the apple up to his mouth. "Bite."

He did as she told him, sinking his teeth into the fruit, and chewing on it slowly. He gulped it down, then licked his lips. He stared down at the ground, then, knowing that her kindness was very short lived.

"So, about that Mudblood, Granger. You have a trial in a few days, don't you?"

His head snapped up. This couldn't be good at all. He nodded.

"See, Theodore, the thing is, I don't want you to say anything you shouldn't."

He blinked. Theodore took in a deep breath, then spoke for the first time since he'd arrived in Azkaban. "I won't," he rasped.

Alexis chuckled, then scratched her fingernails across his cheek, and it tore the skin there. Blood dripped from the four wounds, and Theodore screamed.

"Liar... Next time it'll be worse. Now, as I was saying..."

"I thought that surely there would be a way to make sure you wouldn't put a toe out of line but... The only thorough way would be to kill you."

Theodore glared at her with watery eyes.

"But don't worry... I won't be the one to do it..." she said. She held her hand to his cheek where the cuts were, and when she pulled her hand away, the skin was healed. She examined the blood on her fingers, then slowly licked it off.

"You're mad," said Theodore hoarsely, trying to move away from her.

"I know."

Theodore watched as a cloaked figure went through the bars of his cell. He at first thought it was a Dementor- but no, it couldn't be, he could see a face from underneath the hood.

"So nice of you to join us, Matthew," said Alexis, a smirk on her pale face. The boy, Matthew, removed his hood and raised his wand.

"Avada Kedavra."

Alexis Darling stood up and grasped her cousin's hand in her own as she gave one last lingering look at Theodore Nott's body.

"Let's go," she said. Matthew nodded. "Bombarda!"

The bars blasted open, and they stepped through together. He let go of her hand and put an arm around her waist.

"You're good at what you do, you know," said Matthew, his heavily accented voice echoing. Alexis's smirk grew more pronounced. "So are you."

A cracking noise filled the air, and the two of them vanished, leaving behind no evidence that they had killed Theodore Nott, or that they had even been there in the first place.

And back at Hogwarts, Hermione Granger screamed in her sleep.

Sorry for the really short update again. Yes, I know it could be better. I really don't know when the next chapter will be posted so... SORRY AGAIN. Okay, I think that's it... Please review and if there's anything I can improve upon, tell me! There will be loads more Draco/Hermione in the next chapter, I promise. Bye guys!