Dreamland
A/N: Here comes the sequel to Ooh, baby. I hope you like this one. Occasionaly, i will go back to the real world where Hermione and Draco has a wonderful child. Just watch out for it. Please? Thanks a lot! Please Read and Review! Thanks!
-Sequel to Ooh, baby?-
Summary: After giving birth to Jayze Isaac Malfoy, Hermione Granger Malfoy had a coma. Now she is living in a dream where she decided to become part of the Dark Side not remembering anything about her being in love with the dashing Draco Malfoy or having his child. She wakes up in her room and suddenly finds out about her Dark Mark.
Chapter 1: Dark Mark against the Light
Hermione awoke sitting up on her four poster bed. Her forehead beaded with sweat. She held the crimson sheets tightly.
"Another nightmare," she told herself as she got up and made her way to the door. She grabbed the gold knob and turned it. A fire was lit in the common room.
As the light hit her arm she noticed a stinging sensation. She looked at her left arm and to her horror, there, without mistake, was the Dark Mark.
She gasped at the sight and thought of going to Harry or Dumbledore fast but remembered something.
Flashback
Hooded figures surrounded her. A bonfire was lit at the center as a source of light. It seems like any stronger light will burn them.
A man glided to her, eyes of slits and skull-like face, hands in folded as if in prayer.
"My friends, this is the moment when Harry Potter starts to meet his doom. With his friend turning against him. The brightest witch Hogwarts has ever produced, now in our side. My friends, why don't we welcome Miss Hermione Granger?" Voldemort hissed.
The hooded figures just nodded. Hermione can feel a piercing gaze behind her. She turned to look at who it is but was welcomed by a masked figure.
It was only then that she noticed her hands in a very tight grip by an invisible rope. She tried to move but Voldemort spoke again.
"My friends, let us see how courageous a Gryffindor Mudblood is." At that say Voldemort raised his wand and pointed it to Hermione's left arm.
Slowly, ever so slowly, pain crept from the tip of the Dark Lord's wand to her fingers, to her arm up to her spine. She closed her eyes shut, bit her lip and held her breath so as not to scream nor cry. Not wanting to look weak or helpless in front of these people.
"Hmmm… Looks like our little Mudblood isn't feeling anything. My friends, do you mind if you help me?" He turned to the hooded figures as the Dark Mark slowly appeared in her arm. She panted for she just felt the most awful pain in her life not knowing what will come next.
Hermione looked at Voldemort trying to be brave. She thought she was making a very good impression when she heard a faint word come out of Voldemort's ugly lips.
"Crucio!" Cried Voldemort and every other Death Eater in the forest. White hot pain shot through her veins, crunching every bone in her body. She crumpled in the forest floor, dried leaves flying against her ragged breathing. Hermione can barely hear their laughter, as if her screams is music to their ears.
Voldemort raised his wand and so are the others. He towered over Hermione feeling ever so superior to the Mudblood on his feet.
"Welcome, Ms. Granger, you are now one of my friends." Voldemort smiled, a very disgusting one, revealing his yellow teeth. Hermione, being very stubborn, spat at his feet.
"I will never scurry at your feet, kissing your arse as if you are sacred! Never will I imagine myself being one of your fellow murderers! Because I am-" She had no chance of finishing her sentence as Voldemort cried "Crucio!" once again.
This time tears trickled down her scathed face, stinging her wounds. She shrieked in pain but it only lasted a minute as Voldemort raised his wand once again.
"I think you know where you're loyalties must lie. You must go now." He bellowed ordering two hooded figures to escort her back to her room at Hogwarts.
End of Flashback
How they managed to get in she has no idea, but one thing for sure, she is now a Death Eater.
When she stepped out of the common room she felt her worries lessen. She decided to seat in a crimson couch but saw a pale blonde hair sleeping in the royal green one. Looking very nervous, she slowly walked to see if he was asleep. To her relief, he was.
She sat down on the couch and tried very hard not to look at the boy opposite her. But her body won over her urge not to. Looking at the boy, no, man sleeping in the couch, peaceful as if an angel descended on earth and chose that room to sleep.
'No, he is a devil disguised as an angel. Like a wolf in sheep's clothing. What a waste of beauty,' Hermione's mind said. Draco Malfoy's platinum blonde bangs covered his closed eyes but she knows that he is asleep, and soundly, mind you.
Hermione sighed, absentmindedly stroking her left arm. Draco, sensing her presence in the room, opened an eye and stared at her. He was observing her, more like. How she stroke her arm as if something there bothers her. Draco, the cunning and very observant Slytherin that he is, instantly knew.
"Got the Dark Mark Granger?" Draco retorted as if having a Dark Mark was the most obvious thing in the world. Hermione stared at him with wide chest nut eyes, not even bothering to cover her astonishment. She closed her mouth that only after a minute did she realized was open.
"I…I certainly did not! Why would I have a Dark Mark? I'm Harry's bestfriend! Voldemort's least favorite person in the universe! What you are saying is preposterous! Absolutely preposterous! And why would you even think such a thing? I will never do that in my entire life! I am not going to kiss the feet of a murderer! And that's another thing! He kills Mudbloods, like me! Why would the Dark lord want a Mudblood like me in his side? Really, I thought you plastered that fact in your thick skull! You of all people know that!" Hermione blabbered and instantly covered her mouth with her hand.
'Oh no! I'm blabbering! Shit! I'm not getting out of this! A single comment about my mark and I blabbered like a cockatoo! Shit! Shit! Shit! I'm in deep shit!'
Yes. You are. Even Crabbe and Goyle can know that. The other part of her mind said.
At the end of her sentence, Malfoy smirked. It seems like all he does is smirk and Hermione want to slap him so hard that that smirk will be wiped out of his face permanently. Isn't smirking bad for the health? The Ministry should ban that or else put people who do it in Azkaban! It's annoying!
"Granger, you know, you are so predictable. A bad liar too." He smirked ever so widely. Hermione just narrowed her eyes at her, just recovered from her shock and extensive blabbering.
"So, how does it feel against your skin?" He drawled.
'Against your creamy, flawless and soft skin would have been better you know?' His mind told him
Shut up!
Again, Hermione's eyes narrowed.
"What are you talking about, Malfoy?" She asked trying to be nonchalant but failing pretty badly. And that smirk appeared again! Now that's a disease! No one smirks that often in only five minutes!
"Oh? Granger, you know very well what I'm talking about. Or do you prefer me showing you?" He said stepping closer to her. She didn't move as if challenging. And Draco reached for her sleeve and ripped it off like a piece of paper.
"See? That's what I'm talking about. Don't tell me you don't know nor remember?" he drawled again.
Draco hid his shock when he saw the Mark. He was not expecting it really. He just wanted to play a trick on her. Swish his wand the minute he rips off her sleeve to make a clean replica of the Dark Mark but was welcomed by a true one tattooed on her creamy skin.
"Please, Malfoy, Please don't tell this to anyone. I know you hate me from the bottom of your heart (if you even have one) but please don't tell them," Hermione pleaded. She did not intend to plead nor cry in front of Malfoy but her body was not responding very well.
"Please, Malfoy, I'll do anything. Anything you want. Just don't tell them, especially Harry." Draco smirked as the word anything echoed in his mind.
"Hmmm…" He looked down at her as Hermione collapsed to the floor rocking back and forth.
"Anything?" Malfoy asked already imagining things he would make her do.
"Yes! Anything!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Sure. I'll see you tomorrow, Granger." And as if that settled everything, he made his way to his door, said his password and closed the door behind him with a familiar click.
A/N: Thanks for reading! I hope you liked it! Please review so I'll know if I still have to go on with this story or you don't want me to. Thanks! Suggestions and comments are welcome, but please sugar coat it. I don't think i can handle flames or any of the sort. Thanks again! Please Review!