Disclaimer: Everything belongs to JK Rowling, I own nothing! But I am one of the many people who wished they owned Draco ^_^

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Draco Malfoy had just sat down to dinner with his mother when a searing pain shot up his left arm. He tried not to wince at the pain as he rolled up his left sleeve, to see the once black Dark Mark, a skull with a snake protruding out of its mouth, burning red into the flesh of his forearm. He looked over at his mother apologetically, who replied with a forgiving nod.

"I shouldn't be long," he said as got up and kissed her on the forehead. Draco made his way over to the drawing room, and upon entering he shut and locked the doors behind him. He pointed his wand at his clothes and muttered a spell, which turned his casual clothes into jet-black robes; then he pointed the wand at himself again and Apparated.

 Draco appeared in the dusty dark foyer of the Riddle House. Tucking his wand into his robes, he made his way down to the end of a hallway to what appeared to be a dead end, but he walked right through the wall and entered a grand hallway with high arched ceilings, that was lined with many doors. He kept walking until he reached the opposite end of the hallway, where great oak doors stood; he pushed them open and entered the room behind them. Draco was met by the sight of other people dressed in black cloaks similar his; in a room that was the size of the Great Hall at Hogwarts. Once he had entered the room he noticed that there were two people who had their hoods drawn up; which he found to be quite odd, because at these kinds of meetings, no one wore their hood up; unless they were hiding something. One of the hooded figures in question stepped in front of him, blocking his way. The man pulled back his hood to reveal an amused Lucius Malfoy.

"About time you got here, Draco," he drawled.

"I was in the middle of dinner with mother. Of course you would have been too, if you ever came home from time to time," Draco said with resentment dripping from his tongue.

"Now, now, Draco, you know very well that I can't go anywhere. What, with the Ministry looking for me and all."

Draco knew that his father was being sought after by the ministry, but to him, that still was no excuse for his father's absence. If he could still go out, into public, nonetheless, and do the Dark Lord's bidding, then he can sure as hell come by the Malfoy Manor for dinner, at the least.

"Whatever Father, now do you know why our Lord has called us here tonight?" he said dismissing the subject quickly.

"Well, yes, actually I do. Surprisingly enough it seems that Mi…" Lucius was interrupted by the sound of blazing green flames, which had appeared in the center of the room. They died down as fast as they had appeared, and in their place stood Lord Voldemort himself. Draco, Lucius, and all of the other Death Eaters in the room, got down on one knee and bowed to their Lord in unison.

"Welcome my loyal Death Eaters," Lord Voldemort said in his harsh tone. At the sound of his voice, everyone left their bowing positions to stand in front of their Lord. "As we all know, the second war is rapidly approaching and that the only thing standing in our way to victory is, Harry Potter. On many countless occasions you have found ways to destroy this problem, but on each attempt, you have failed miserably." He paused and looked around through the red slits he had for eyes. He made sure he had made eye contact with each and every one of them before continuing. "Your failures have taught me two lessons: one, never underestimate a silly little boy and; two, if you want something done, find out how to do it yourself." Once again Voldemort paused to look at the people that seemed to hang onto his every word. "Now, I have not called you all here to lecture you on your failures, but to bring you the answer to our problem. I have found something, or should I say someone, that will help bring down Potter with ease." Voldemort started to beckon someone forward with a wave of his scaly green hand. The hooded figure that Draco had noticed earlier walked into the center of the circle to stand beside Voldemort. "This person will be the one to destroy Harry Potter once and for all. Now you are all wondering why this person? What's so special about them? How do they plan to do Potter in? Well, let me answer all of your unasked questions for you." Voldemort grabbed the hood of the person next to him and pulled it down. Under the hood was a girl with brown hair that flowed down her back in soft curls and cinnamon eyes. Draco gasped as he realized who was standing only a few feet before him and only mere inches away from the Dark Lord. It was none other than Hermione Granger.

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Hey, thanks for reading! This is my first fic! Please R/R! (Just updated the chappie to make it better :-D)