Disclaimer: If I owned the characters, do you really think I would be writing this?
Summery: Tom Riddle has token over wizards everywhere, including Muggle-borns. Most are to work until they are useless, but if you're lucky, you are sold into slavery. And Hermione Granger is considered lucky. Hermione/Draco
Authors Note: I'm not used to writing Hermione/Draco, so review and tell me you're thoughts.
Lovers Hate.
Chapter one.
The dark engulf the dreadful night, the only light was provide from the shadows of the moon, even its light wasn't enough to shine upon those who suffered. The night its self, was bathing in its pain. Tortured screams of terror screeched though the night, traveling though ear to ear, causing aching headaches to anyone who dared to listened.
Tonight was only another night of Tom Riddles successful defeat against Harry Potter. Death Eaters now ruled the wizard lands. Muggle-borns had the worst of it all, working long hours, not fed nor cleaned. Until they were useless, and sentenced to a painful death. If you were lucky, you were sold into slavery.
And Hermione Granger was considered lucky.
Hermione walked upon lifeless leafs that had fallen from the cold dead trees. The trees surrounded her, along with the dozen's of Death Eaters. A chilly waft of air ran across her bare arms and legs. She shivered at the frosty air. But that wasn't the only problem on her mind. Dozens of shadowy Death Eaters watched her every move, but there faces remained hidden beneath there heavy black hoods.
"Gorgeous isn't she?" Hissed one of the Death Eaters, Hermione couldn't tell witch one was speaking, but her eyes traveled across the dozens of Death Eaters, a sense of insecurity fiercely rose in her body.
"I found her near Honey Dukes." His hisses continued. One of the Death Eaters stepped forward. removing his heavy black hood, revealing a tall slivery blonde haired man. His robes hung delicately over his lean body. His eyes were gorgeous slivery orbs, enchanting pools of stormy grey. His hair was devastatingly untidy, but laid shadowy beneath the dimly lit night, making his appearance overly addicting.
Draco Malfoy.
"How much do you want for her?" Hushed Draco, his voice deepened. His eyes diverted to a particular Death Eater, but his face remained emotionless. This Death Eater did not removed his hood when spoken too, he remained still, and silent, as if thinking on his proposal.
"Keep her, she is useless to me." Grunted the irritated Death Eater after a few moments. He turned and began to walk off, his cloak bellowing against the lifeless leafs as he walked on. The rest of the Death Eaters followed him, as if he were there leader.
Draco stood in front of Hermione Granger, towering over her by a good half a foot. Hermione had not said a word in at least four hours, frightened in what they might do in response. Draco's scent lingered in the air, and Hermione enjoyed the new arrival to her nose.
The other Death Eaters were well out of sight by now, disappearing into the never-ending shadowy woods. "You will listen to every word I say, understand?" Said Draco, his voice stern. Hermione didn't answer, she was far to embarrassed to reply. She couldn't even consider lowering herself to that ignorant jerk.
When Draco didn't receive a reply, he slowly and gently cupped Hermione's cheek, Draco's thumb gently rubbed her cheek, a sense of warmth overcame her shivering body. His stormy orbs of sliver meet with her sweet honey brown eyes. Draco's warm breath drifted upon her lips, Hermione's lips suddenly went dry.
"Understand?" He repeated, breaking the silence. Hermione's eyes narrowed, but she replied with a dry "Yes." Considering she had no other choice.
Draco released her cheek from his embrace. A small unlashing smirk tugged on his lips.
"Good, now I'll show you to my manor"
Beyond These Eyes
This might seem a little short, but its just the start, my plot will soon unfold and it will improve! please review, this is my first Hermione/Draco!