Title: Complicated Matters
Author: SpartanKatty

Pairing: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy
Rating: MA

Chapter Rating: T
Word count: 2,222
Disclaimer: JK owns all that you recognize. I own all that you do not recognize.
Summary: Hermione is left by Harry and Ron and she has to live with the family that they do not know about. She must pick sides for the benefit of everyone. Draco makes it a tad bit complicated.
Warning: Cursing, slight alternate universe, coarse language, limes, OFC, OMC, slight slash, torture

The rain had been pelting down for hours, sliding down the window sills in slow rivulets. Of course it was regular London weather; it had been raining nonstop for the past week. There was no clearing up or pausing on the storm that went through the Greyback Gates. The gardens were muddy with soil that washed up on to the walkways and Morgana Greyback's beautiful bed of red and yellow roses slumped down in a depression that echoed Hermione's feelings. Sixth year had ended and came to a rapid halt. Her friends, Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley, had gone looking for the Horcruxes without her. She looked at the crumpled up letter in her hand. They thought it would have been best if she stayed behind. Harry and Ron were only protecting her.

Yet she did not need protection.

Not only had she disgraced the family name of Greyback by resorting with humans but she had also lent a helping hand towards her father's allies' worst enemies. It was bad enough that she had strayed away. What had put the final touches on the cake was when she stood her ground in front of her own father and had chosen Harry Potter over Fenrir Greyback. Harry didn't even know that Greyback was indeed her father, nor did Hermione want him knowing.

Hermione fell into a depression. The twins had plastered on the most devious of grins while Jason had giggled maniacally in the background. The eldest brothers had decided to be quiet and had been morbidly wishy-washy for the past month. Being the youngest offspring of Fenrir and Morgana, Hermione was always given the best and was slightly different than her other siblings. She had the ability to control herself during transformations without the help of a potion; the last had been documented in 1706. Of course those stacks of parchments were lost to civilization. Instead of visiting the library like she had told her friends countless times, she had mysteriously vanished into the Forbidden Forest and away from prying eyes. Much to her father's disapproval Hermione went to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry with a false surname – Hermione Granger. Her brothers went to Durmstrang Institute a full decade before her, one after the other. Her elder sisters went to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and lived with her mother's French relatives during their schooling years. She would have gone there as well but she desperately asked her mother if she could go to Hogwarts.

Her sisters, twins Phaedra and Phoebe were twenty-one and had marked themselves enforcers for their mother's underground plots during the war. Hermione did not want to have anything to do with it since she had voiced her opinion on the Wizarding War. To say things plainly, Hermione Greyback was grounded. Not only was she grounded but she had been placed under house arrest by her father who was currently at some ridiculous Death Eater meeting. There was a sharp pop and Hermione turned around. There stood a house elf in front of her. Minnie bowed her head and curtsied with her soiled pillowcase. Hermione felt a pang of pity for the poor creature and took a mental note to continue on with S.P.E.W.

"Miss. Hermione, the Mistress would like to see you in the Drawing Room," The little elf smiled up at Hermione warmly. Hermione had been Minnie's favorite since Hermione had been born.

"Tell her I'll be down in a moment," The brunette spoke. The house elf left with the same pop and Hermione left her room as well. She walked down the corridor and almost dragged herself down the staircase. There were two drawing rooms in the Greyback home – one on the second floor, the other on the ground floor. When she reached the ground floor, she looked into the lounge. Her fellow packmates were sprawled out on the floor and couches watching some stupid program on the telly. Jason had the electronic appliance installed much to their parents' disapproval. It seemed that all of the Greyback children were a disappointment to their parents. Hermione shook her head and went to the other side of the foyer where the sliding doors stood to the drawing room.

Straightening out her sweater and dislodging her knickers from her arse, Hermione calmly proceeded into the room. Her mother sat in her favourite armchair. The woman's dark auburn hair was pulled in a tight bun and held to the nape of her neck with bobby pins. She was wearing a designer suit and dark mauve robes over top of it. A gift from Narcissa Malfoy she presumed. Along with this bloody house, Hermione thought in aggravation. Hermione knew better than to question her mother's friendships but she knew something wasn't right between Mrs. Malfoy and her mother.

A smile spread across the woman's face and it was contagious because Hermione smiled right back. "Sweetheart, I'm glad to say that you're punishment is over and you can now proceed with your summer holiday."

"Mum, it's nearly August." Hermione slouched slightly. She knew that she wouldn't be able to do anything this summer. Her parents were reining her in too tightly and now with Harry and Ron gone there would be nothing left for her to do.

"I know, love but maybe you could do something with your sisters." At that moment Phaedra waltzed in through the connecting archway from the kitchen. An apple was poised at her mouth. She was obviously leaving with her wand tucked safely in her leather handbag, along with some galleons from Gringotts jingling in her change purse.

"Mother, I'm heading out," Phaedra spoke with an air of authority that Hermione knew she didn't learn from their parents.

"Goody!" Morgana exclaimed and excitedly jumped out of her armchair. "You can take Hermione with you."

The apple she was eating slipped gracefully from her hands and her nose wrinkled up as if she got the smell of something decaying. "You can't be serious. I have lessons today."

Oh, yes. Lessons. Hermione knew what lessons those were. Phaedra had been chosen, despite being the child of two werewolves, by Bellatrix Lestrange. Lestrange had been teaching Phaedra for at least a year now in the Dark Arts. Hermione felt her gorge rise as she envisioned Phaedra being taught by that witch. She was the same woman who killed Sirius Black. Hermione did not want to be in the same room with the woman at all.

"Mum, I can stay at home. I mean, it's raining and all. I wouldn't want to intrude on one of Phaedra's lessons." Hermione was desperate at this point.

"Nonsense, Bellatrix will be glad to have another witch there to teach." Hermione heard Phaedra groan behind her. It was obvious what Morgana was doing. She wanted Hermione to be influenced by anything concerning the Dark Lord.

"I just… I really don't want to be there." Hermione rubbed her temples. She looked at her mother. Morgana had a smirk on her face. Her hazel eyes delving into Hermione's and silently encouraged her daughter to speak her mind. "Honestly, mother, the Death Eater meeting will probably be over soon, Dad will be coming back. Phaedra can go to her lesson with Mrs. Lestrange and I'll spend some quality time with dad and Mars. Or where's Phoebe? I could spend time with Phoebe!"

Morgana's face darkened considerably. "You will go with Phaedra and you will participate in anything Bellatrix demands of you. Do you understand me?"

"But…"

"Your father is going to be completely worn out upon his return. He's been trekking all over England and Scotland to find other werewolves that want to join the pack. Mars does not have time for your silly childish games nor do any of your other brothers. Phoebe happens to be out with Anna and Josef. "

"Mother, please…"

"Just because you are seventeen doesn't mean you don't have to listen to me." Morgana had finally raised her voice and that had stopped Hermione from saying anything else. "Now go to your room and get dressed, your sister will wait for you. Phaedra?"

"Absolutely mother," The eldest twin's voice was stoic-like but when Hermione turned around she saw the smirk plastered on her sister's face.

Hermione brushed past Phaedra and ran to her bedroom. She saw the other pack members staring at her as she climbed up the staircase. They whispered and smiled coyly at her. She distantly heard Phaedra follow her to her room but she was too busy focusing. She willed herself not to cry in front of anyone. Once in her room, she hurriedly looked for a pair of jeans and her cloak. All the while Phaedra looked at her with obvious interest. Hermione pulled on her jeans and tugged on a pair of rain boots. "What the bloody hell are you looking at?" Hermione gritted her teeth scathingly.

"You. Who else would I be looking at?" Phaedra drawled from the doorway. "I honestly wish you would quit your heroic acts at being the know-it-all friend of The-Boy-Who-Lived. It's growing quite dreary, love."

"Don't you have to suck off Günter or shag Malcolm in some corner? Or perhaps do you have to whore yourself for Lestrange just so she can teach you?" Hermione felt herself well up with pride at being able to irritate her sister.

Phaedra however was not so happy. "You wish I did that for our brother. Malcolm however is quite a gentleman but is still a werewolf. And even though I may not be in heat, he will drag me into a corner to do it. It's not my fault" Phaedra drew her wand from her handbag and pointed it directly at Hermione, "And don't ever disrespect Bellatrix Lestrange in my presence again."

Hermione smirked, "Whatever."

Phaedra placed her wand back into the bag and grabbed Hermione's arm. They quickly apparated away.

Hermione and Phaedra landed in Knockturn Alley. Leave it to Phaedra to pick this Alley to spend time with Bellatrix Lestrange. Wanted posters of her father and many other Death Eaters lined the alleyway. She scoffed, Please like the patrons of Knockturn Alley want to find these people. They likely want them to succeed. Hermione was abruptly pulled into Borgin and Burkes.

Mr. Borgin looked like he had gotten healthier since her enthusiastic visit. She vaguely pretended she wanted to buy something at the beginning of sixth year term with Harry and Ron hiding in the alcoves. Mr. Borgin recognized her as one of the Greyback children. He didn't say anything but Hermione saw the wave of recognition flitter across his face as he hurried her out of his shop.

The old man waved Phaedra and Hermione along into the back of the shop in which she spotted the vanishing cabinet that Draco Malfoy had used months ago to let Death Eaters into the school. Hermione's face dropped even further. Once down in the basement of the Dark Artifacts shop, Draco Malfoy and a few of his Slytherin friends sat at a table across the room. Pansy Parkinson saw Hermione and Phaedra enter the room and nudged her friends.

"Lestrange is teaching Death Eater Club junior members now?" Hermione whispered under her breath.

Because of their heightened senses only the two sisters would hear their conversation. "Very funny, Hermione but yes in a matter of speaking. I'm more or less her assistant."

With an obnoxious popping sound, Bellatrix Lestrange entered the room as well. She strolled up behind Phaedra and turned her around. What happened next surprised Hermione but then again didn't. Bellatrix kissed Phaedra straight on the lips. Phaedra did not have any qualms about it as Bellatrix's tongue snaked her way into her mouth. Hermione grimaced. It wasn't that Hermione had anything against homosexuality; it was just that this decaying woman had her tongue shoved down Phaedra's throat. The brunette tried not to stare as the Death Eater pinned her sister to the wall and rolled the young werewolf's skirt up. Lestrange finally pulled back and looked back at Malfoy and his friends, "And that children is how you get someone's attention without using the Cruciatus Curse." Draco's jaw dropped and Hermione felt hers do the same. Crabbe and Goyle as well as Blaise Zabini all readjusted their trousers. Parkinson licked her lips eagerly. Apparently kissing Bellatrix Lestrange was like kissing a Merlin or Circe.

Bellatrix cackled wildly and detached herself from Phaedra. "Now, now let's see here." Bellatrix circled Hermione like a shark. "If it isn't Potter's little mudblood-wannabe girlfriend. Tell me baby Greyback, how does it feel like - pretending to be a poor, lonely, little, mudblood?" As Bellatrix spoke her voice grew high-pitched and almost baby-like. No wonder people thought she was crazy.

"Bellatrix, forgive me, but my mother insisted I bring Hermione here. She fears that Hermione is being influenced by Potter," Phaedra bowed her head. Hermione noticed her sister treated this deranged psychopath as if she was the Dark Lord.

"No harm done." Bellatrix moved in behind Hermione. "Anything for Morgana," she whispered in the young girl's ear. Hermione shivered and drew forward from Lestrange. "Alright, my little ones, today I'm shall show you the way to properly torture…" The witch droned on. Hermione swore when she got out of this, she'd kill her mother.