Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I own the plot to this story though…

THIS IS IMPORTANT~~~~A/N: THIS IS AN AU FIC. IT IS TOTALLY OOC FOR HERMIONE! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

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Sitting on her Gryffindor colored sheets on her bed in the dormitory, Hermione tried to put her focus on her school work. It wasn't going well. A spot on her arm was burning, burning more powerful than it ever had before. She sighed and got up. Throwing off her school robes, she pulled on her other robes and mask. Two seconds later, Hermione was gone from the room with a loud crack.

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Apparating had never been Hermione's thing. To her, it was even worse than flying. She stumbled and felt herself being pulled upright by a pale, callused hand. Hermione looked up to see Draco Malfoy holding her arm in his hand. He blushed slightly and let go. Hermione turned to Pansy who was looking in their direction in excitement. Hermione gathered her dropped wand from the floor and rushed over to Pansy.

"Hermione, he so totally has a crush on you!" Pansy shrieked. Her voice was high pitched and several other masked people turned around to stare at them.

Hermione glared at Pansy. "No he doesn't. You said it yourself once. He just wants to get close to my father. Stupid men. That's all they try and do. Get close to me so that way they can get higher up in the Ranks." She rolled her eyes. Several of the other people were still staring at them. Hermione pointed her wand at one of them.

"Crucio!" The man Hermione had her wand pointed at dropped to the ground screaming in pain, writhing on the floor. Pansy quickly pulled Hermione's wand down and the screaming man shot her a look of thanks.

Hermione glared at Pansy for a second before turning to face the crowd of people. She jumped at them. "You saw what happened to Dolohov! I suggest you turn around before it happens to you too!" Everyone except one turned back around. Peter Pettigrew knocked several people out of the way and rushed over to Hermione.

"Miss. Master wishes your appearance in his chambers." Hermione nodded curtly at the short, plumb rodent-man before walking off from Pansy towards the front of the room. Shoving people out of the way, she knocked over Lucius Malfoy's cane over. He turned slowly and his eyes widened in surprise.

"Granger, what are you doing here? I thought you were with Potter and the Blood Traitor."

Hermione bent down to pick up the cane can and said, "Well as you can perfectly see Malfoy, I am here. My Mark was burning so I decided I'd better not defy the Dark Lord. Surely you can agree?"

Lucius took his cane back and nodded slightly at Hermione before saying, "Well, you ought to go on now. I heard Wormtail telling you the Dark Lord requesting your services, correct?"

Hermione narrowed her eyes and nodded before stalking off towards the Dark Lord's chambers. Pushing open a heavy iron door, Hermione noticed the only light was that of the torches that were in holder on either side of the wall. The walls looked filthy and moldy so she tried to avoid letting her robes rub the sides of the walls. Turning to the abrupt right in the hall, Hermione came to another door which she knocked on before entering.

"Enter," a voice called from the other side. Hermione turned the old fashioned key that was placed in the key hole. The door creaked open. She slithered in.

"Hermione, dear! I was wondering if Wormtail had found you yet. Please, grab yourself a glass of Firewhiskey and sit please."

Hermione did what the Dark Lord asked and sat down on the couch in front of him.

"Do you think Dumbledore knows yet?" he asked.

Hermione scrutinized the Dark Lord carefully before answering. "I think he has his suspicions, yes?"

Voldermort sighed. "Have you had any luck with Potter yet?"

"He seems to be getting your feelings and emotions. And your. . . Your messages."

The Dark Lord smiled, a slow, sly smile. "You have done very well."

"Thank you Father."

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A/N: WHAT DID I TELL YOU! ANYWAY THANKS FOR READING MORE CHAPTERS WILL BE UP SOON! REVIEW.