Okay, so here's how things are going- I spend far too much of my free time dreaming up new plots, when I haven't even finished the stories I'm working on. So I've ended up with nine plots, and not nearly enough time.
I want to write at least one of them, and so here are excerpts from my three favorite ideas at the moment. Please read them, and review for your favorite- I'll write whichever has the most reviews in a few days!
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"Crucio!"
The spider writhed a few inches below the tip of her wand, its small mouth gaping in a silent scream. Little green sparks from the spell traveled over the arachnid's dark shell, inflicting horrible pain as they went. Hermione laughed.
It seemed so pathetic now, Ron's old fear of spiders. They were like most homosapiens - insignificant, unintelligent, and easily controlled. She lazily flicked her wand again, and the small creature twisted into itself in agony. A smile crossed her face at its torture- a smile that would have sent those from her past life running away at full speed. But it was a part of her now, and she loved it.
"Excuse me, Mistress…" a small voice from the doorway interrupted her thoughts. She turned to face a small bowing house elf. "His lordship, our master, requires your company at dinner."
With a whisper of emerald silk, she stood and crossed to a full length mirror. Checking that the bodice of her dress revealed miles of creamy white skin and that her auburn curls poured enticingly down her back, as master liked, she pouted seductively at her reflection. With barely a flutter of her smoky eyes, Hermione crushed the spider under one heel as she swept out of the room to meet her master.
Two house elves opened the grand walnut doors before her. She walked seductively towards the man in the large chair before the fire. He turned to face Hermione, and her eyes locked momentarily with his gray ones before she dropped them demurely. "Draco…"