He'd dismissed her warning.

What could she do after all? She was a muggleborn, she had no power.

So he had gone ahead with his plans. He and his master were going to rule this world and the other. He didn't waste his time with random violence, it was so much more fun to kill. He watched his enemy crumble when he took away everything important piece by piece. He destroyed the Weasleys, mentally, and physically. He gave the girl to his master. The Dark Lord enjoyed having the girl ride him while he was thinking. Molly's screams rang through Riddle Manor, it was music to the ears of his overlord.
Each time one died, he saw a chink in the armor of the golden Trio.

Then he made the mistake.

When the war was won, he found himself on the wrong side. No-one could prove he was at the final battle so in reality he'd lost nothing. Except his son. When Draco was no longer there, he took it upon himself to rid the world of Potter and the surviving Weasleys.

As he laid upon the wet grass of his estate, Lucius Malfoy, ex-deatheater, a man who never regreted anything he had ever done, found regret on this night.

He'd underestimated Granger. He'd spouted his retoric for so long, the propoganda became a reality. He really didn't think she would go this far. He didn't want to believe she was this smart. Just as he had taken every thing from her, her family, her friends, her lovers. She took in return...

...and her revenge was much more devistating.

"I prefered the long blond hair, but this will do. " He heard his masters voice say. "Don't fret Lu, your not alone. I have your son, and his lovers." Lucius opened his grey eyes to look into chocolate brown ones. "They are all my lovers now. My family. Your going to have to learn how to get along with some of your brothers, I don't allow fighting."

Hermione Granger was the smartest muggle born witch of her generation. She lost both husbands, her parents, her life. The war didn't end with the death of Voldemort. The Deatheaters were not going to go down without a fight, hence , 'The Final Battle'.

As she lay dieing on the battlefield, the most beautiful man bent down to kiss her for what she thought was the last time.

His kiss was sweet.

Then she woke up.

Hungry.

Starving.

The first thing she saw was Draco Malfoy, and she bit him. Then she bit all of his friends. The one's she wanted to keep became her children. The rest were food. Draco took her to the younger Deatheaters hideaway. They were torturing the 4 remaining Weasley boys. She bit them as well. It still wasn't enough. There was one more, and she knew when she bit him he would lose everything.

He would also become her slave. He would forever have to obey her. He would be a vampire. Not just any vampire. A sub. All of her children were subs. That was the way she wanted it.

Hermione sighed looking down at her new plaything. It's really was too bad about the blonde hair, but you never knew what would happen during tranformation.

"Come on the sun will be up soon and we need to leave." She said reaching down and pulling him up with astonishing strength.

"I still need to feed you."

"Is your wife at home?"

Trio