Title: His Mistress
Author: Me. Chelsea.
Rating: R
Disclaimer: The plot is mine, but the character's are wonderful miss Rowling's. That's all.
Introduction: This is Chapter's 1a, 1b, and 1c. I don't like skimpy little awful things so I decided I would put it up as one section. It's an odd perspective of things, and not exactly my favorite idea, but I'm going into new ideas and stuff right now, so why not? Right now, Hermione is a new Death Eater, only there to be a spy. Her job as a spy? To get as close to Voldemort as possible! Voldemort wants Hermione as his. And. . um. Draco's a spy also. More shall be revealed at a later date.
1a
His hand grasped her wrist and he looked at her. This time, she didn't blush or look away.
" You came so willingly with McNair, I thought certainly it wasn't you!" He said, but only silence followed his remark. McNair's eyes looked over her body as he licked his lips. Hermione felt a shudder of disgust ripple down her shoulders. Tom's eyes darted to McNair.
" McNair," he scolded," do not step over the line."
' thank-you' she mouthed to Tom and he nodded in response.
" Hermione."
" Tom, I-" she began, but he shushed her with his finger against her lips. She felt a rush of hotness and she flinched in surprise.
" Hermione, join us. Join me. Jump in and don't look back."
" Tom. . ." she began pausing but when she spoke again it was only a whisper, " alright." He paused, unsure if even he had heard correctly.
' Snape will be so proud.' she thought. But nothing could prepare her as Tom's mouth was shoved against hers. She stumbled but for some odd reason, readily excepted the physical attention. And she tried, to convince herself, that she was just playing the part. But. Somehow. That. Hot. Feeling. Was. Not. An. Act.
1b
The blinding-searing-insanely horrid pain that blundered from the tip of his wand on her arm caused her head to trash to the left.
" Be strong, my love." he said and then suddenly it was all gone. Only a slight stinging remained. She opened her eyes, everything was blurred. She gasped, shuddering, her eyes falling to the one mark she had sworn never to get.
'It's only for Harry and Ron and everyone.' she thought, but then took a deep breath and formed the blockade around her mind as she had been taught so many years before. Deep breaths. Mind blockade. Everything will be fine. She was handed the vial, her hood pulled down revealing her flushed face. Her eyes were slightly widened and bloodshot. She downed the contents and made a disgusted face. She was asked the questions she had expected.
Will you stay true? Yes, my lord.
Will you be loyal to the Dark Lord? Till my death.
Are you pure? Well, of course not, but that seems to have been brushed under the rug.
Blah, blah, etcetera.
" Very well! I had doubts about your loyalty." he murmured.
" You should have learned to not doubt me by now." she said, a very Malfoyish smirk covering her face. He smirked.
" Yes. Maybe I should have." he said, pulling her chin up, as his lips pressed against hers. She responded, as was appropriate. She looked over, and couldn't help but notice the piece of golden hair that had fell out of the hood, and the wide eyes of Draco Malfoy. And as much as she wanted the shy away from the slowly deepening kiss, she couldn't because she was playing the part. And in playing the part, she slid her hand towards his crotch and rubbed over the bulge in a seductive tempo. He made a sort of growl and pulled away, chuckling.
" Feisty girl." he purred and she felt the wanting eyes of little less than a hundred men upon her body.
Flashback
" Professor Dumbledore. I accepted." she said, her lip quavering.
" You excepted what Miss Granger?" He asked, an all knowing twinkle in his eyes.
" Damn it, Professor! You know what I accepted. Don't be so orgulous!" she cried, feeling the burning in her eyes.
" I'm sorry, dear girl."
" But, I have all intentions on being a spy." she said bravely, as if it really made the pain of everything much less.
" Yes, Miss Granger. I know." he said and she gaped.
" So that's all! I commit myself over to the bloody dark side as a spy and you won't even thank me?" she said, tears burning down her face.
" Miss Granger," he said, his face softening, " Thank you. And when things go too far, and you feel in danger at all. Come to me, and I will help you." he said and she chewed on her lip. She half-heartedly smiled.
" Thank you Professor." she breathed, quavering.
" Anything Miss Granger, anything."
End Flashback
1c
Not an hour after she had finally fallen asleep a searing pain jolted through her arm. She gasped, tumbling out of the bed. She watched as it glowed, burning slowly and painfully. All she wanted to do was rollover and go back to sleep, but some gut retching feeling warned her. She pulled a jumper over her tank top, not minding to change out of her tank top and Beartie Botts pajama bottoms, and slid her feet lazily into a pair of dirty sneakers. She fumbled in the darkness for her wand, and slipped the dark black cloak over her head, as she was still so unfamiliar at doing. She apparated, stumbling slightly, and watched as Death Eater after Death Eater formed into a circle.
' disgusting' she thought, when suddenly she realized that she was one of them, wether playing a part or not. As the meeting was called to order, they kneeled, silence echoing. The only interruption was a loud yawn that came from Hermione's mouth, causing all darkened faces to look towards her. She mumbled a sorry under her breath and she heard a chuckle from next to her.
" Nice pajamas, Granger."
" Why change, I thought no one would mind."
" I guess not, I came in mine also." he said, pulling up his cloak to reveal a pair of dark silk pants.
" I hope this one isn't long, knowing me, I will fall asleep." she said, yawning quietly again. He chuckled.
" If you do, lean on me. I'll make sure that if you are needed you'll wake up." he said, and she turned smiling.
" Thank you."
" QUIETTT!" hissed Peter, and Hermione almost felt a snarl escape her throat. Everyone quieted again, and Voldemort lowered his hood. He looked around, his eyes meeting everyone's, lingering on Hermione's longer.
" Two are missing." he hissed. Something was wrong tonight, he wasn't in a good mood.
" Granger." he ordered, motioned for her to step into the circle. She stood and he motioned for her to kneel in front of him. He lowered her hood and pointed his wand at her forehead. She held his gaze steady and she clenched her teeth and as he began to say the word, her eyes slowly closed.
" Cruciatus." he said, and all like she expected the blinding sensation of knives slicing her erupted through her nerves. She whimpered, feeling her muscles lose control and her body trash.
' Just stay strong, and relax.' she told herself. She could feel her jumper rise, showing her bare stomach. She could feel the icy cold stares of men, evil men. And all as quickly as it had been cast upon her, it had been taken off. Her arms fell to the side of her head, her hands above. Her legs were bent in a very awkward stiff way. She let out a sort of groan-sigh and felt her chest rise and fall with horrid gasps. Voldemort's eyes were upon her, watching her reaction. She pulled down her jumper, kneeling again. He held out his hand and she bent, with small convulsions. She placed a kiss on his hand, her teeth dragging over it playfully, her tongue flicking. He let out a small growl and he motioned for her to return to her position. She stumbled slightly, kneeling next to Draco again. A firm grip found itself on her hind and she glared at the man on her opposite.
" McNair, sod off and leave your hands to yourself!" she said quietly. He chuckled and it slipped away.
" You did good. Very good. I've seen my own father sob before." said Draco in a whisper against her hood.
" Oh, I would very much like to see that one." she said with a smile. He nodded, and they watched as Death Eater after Death Eater was tortured under the Cruciatus curse. Snape was called forward, and as his body showed little signs of it affecting him, his face was screwed up in agony. She bit on her lip, watching her friend being tortured like such. Draco's hand found hers, and hidden under long black cloaks, the two embraced in something a little more than friendship.
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