Alright, fellow readers, I have decided to delve into the dark world the oh-so-loved Hermione and Draco fanfics. It's certainly my first, but I have found myself reading a LOT of the sort lately and decided to have a go and writing my own.

I hope you do enjoy, and don't forget, please review!! Thanks!

The stench of the dark dungeons beneath the Manor wreaked havoc upon her mind as the thick air of death was hesitantly inhaled. Stepping lightly around bones and trying not to step in one of the more pronounced puddles of mixed substance, trying to follow the figure ahead in the cool tunnel proved to be difficult. The lack of light and far off screams was rattling even to the coldest and unaffected of humans and creatures alike. Finally, coming to the end of what seemed to be a never-ending path, the two hooded travelers reached a cellar door and rapped several times before the door opened slowly. Once stepping inside, the taller of the two slid back his hood, revealing a long, almost blinding, white blonde mane and he allowed his black staff with the silver snake's head at the top to be seen from beneath his robes. Leaving his partner at the door, the former of the two visitors stepped up to the only thing in the room – a small round table surrounded by five chairs, three of which were occupied. Nodding to the three men at the table, the tall blonde-haired man sat down at the table without speaking. He crossed his legs and sat back with a smirk on his face.

"Well, is the deed done?" A pale man looked up at Lucius, "Have you gathered what I have desired?" He tapped his long, fragile fingers on the table covered by a few pieces of parchment. The robes that he wore seemed to be drowning him in fabric and the sheen from his head glowed even in the dark room, illuminated only by a single dim light somewhere above them. The way he spoke was raspy and all of his pale facial features were sharp, even the tiny slits on his face where his once lay. Lucius looked back at his companion and whispering a soft incantation, it was almost as if she floated over to where he was seated. He jumped quickly from his chair standing behind the hooded creature. Resting his hands on her small shoulders, he sighed, feeling accomplished.

"My Lord, the deed has indeed been done. I have brought her to you in a stunned state, allowing you the pleasure of ridding the world of the last Mudblood," He smirked as he quickly grabbed the hood and pulled back to lie on her shoulders. He took out his wand and tapped it on her head and brought her back into a conscious state. Jumping slightly, not knowing where she was or what happened, the young girl, not much over the age of 17 looked around the room when her eyes quickly froze at the pale character seated in front of her.

"My dear, there's no need to be frightened anymore. Just think, within the next moment or so, the pain will all subside and the world will forever remember you as Hermione Granger, the last living Muggle-Born, or at least until Lord Voldemort murdered her," Rising from his chair, the Dark Lord looked over at the small girl, shaking in Lucius' hands. He reached within his robes and withdrew his wand, running his hands over its smooth shaft, "Have you ever found yourself completely astounded with the mysteries of magic? No? Well, that's too bad. Avada Kedavra!"

"NO!!" Draco jumped up in his bed, completely wide eyed and soaked in a hot sweat. He refocused his eyes to refamiliarize himself with the surroundings of his moonlit bedroom, completely alone. As he began to slow his breathing down, he brought a hand up to his head, trying to shake out the dream that was now lingering in his mind. Why was he dreaming that his father took Hermi-Granger to the Dark Lord? Why was he dreaming of Granger in the first place? "Bloody fuck," he laid back on his bed, staring at the ceiling. It was only a few more hours before he had to rise and leave for school once more, and he needed the rest, but he was still disturbed by the dream he just had. "It's just a dream, it's just…a…dream…"