A.N.: I hope you enjoy the first chapter. Enjoy.

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Chapter 1

Hermione Granger looked into the mirror in the large room that she earned herself at Hamley estate. She looked down upon herself sighing slowly; she wore a black dress made out of silk, a silver necklace around her neck with an H Pendent that rested upon her torso and a large witch hat which was of course the colour of the moment, black, all in all she looked fit to go to a funeral. She touched the hat lightly considering whether or not she should keep it on; it was very big and her thick hair looked bazaar as it poked out from underneath she looked like everything a muggle child would perceive a as a witch; "yea, maybe not," she muttered to herself and took the hat off and threw it on top of the large four poster bed behind her. This left her to the curly bush that still remained on her head that resembling a bird nest; she walked to the vanity chest and pulled out Mr. SLEEKS's Hair miracles, taking a hand full of the gel like substance and smoothed it into her hair leaving it soft and wavy; 'just like magic', Satisfied she put the box back in it's place and took out a flip knife and muggle gun, she lifted up her dress and put the knife into the ankle belt and the gun on her thigh belt and walked out the room.

As strange as that last two items may seem, those two weapons were the most important part of Hermione's life and job, and were always on her since the war, you see Hermione had one of the most important and yet dangerous jobs that the ministry could ever offer. She was a spy for the light side and was a key part to the ministry secret service due to her many talents and intelligence in more places than just her magic, although she always seemed like the nice one in Hogwarts especially in her little group of friends Harry and Ron she had always been manipulative and cunning. These traits always seemed to help during her mission; this certain one was simply to inform the ministry on all activities of the deatheaters and the Hamels, the two largest anti-muggle groups left in the wizarding world.

Although Voldermort was slain six years ago and many of his followers ran away or just gave up on the whole thing and joined with the rest of the wizard community pretending that nothing had ever happened where they were concerned, but the terror of pure blood extremists still lived on. Draco Malfoy now controlled the deatheaters and was more of an extremists than his father could ever wish to have been, having murdered his own mother with the help of Voldermort because she had said that she felt sorry for a muggleborn child that they had kidnapped and tortured for the fun of it. He was also sent on a mission to kill the great Dumbledore but couldn't when he was in his sixth year of Hogwarts, so the task was taken on by the treacherous Snape. Hermione got to Snape just before the end of the war and let him know what she thought of him. She smiled at the very thought. In the first few years of the war Hermione was always a pacifist and insisted that not all deatheaters were as bad as they were made out to be, until one day when her house was raided by a small group of them, they killed both of her parents while Hermione remained hidden underneath the bed where they had left her mother dead. Ever since Hermione was never the same, she hated all form of deatheaters and saw to the dementor's kiss of many of which she had no regrets.

Even though Hermione was a muggleborn witch many people in the ministry found it surprising that she still managed to wriggle her way into the inner circle of the Hamels. How She did this was simple, by becoming a mistress to their leader. This is where she hated her job most. The leader of the Hamels, Alex Hamley was a rich, powerful and good looking man, in the looks department Hermione had to give Alex an A. Alex was an extremely attractive young man, who looked very much like the pictures of Tom Riddle that Hermione saw in her past. He had jet black hair bright blue eyes and soft pale skin, Hermione always thought that he looked a bit like a movie star, but the catch was that he had a knack of treating women like dogs and Hermione being a muggleborn was treated a lot worse than Alex Hamley usually treated women. Hermione knew that in the real world she would never have accepted a man to lay a hand on her and that he would be dead or wish he had been by now but she really had no choice she had a job to do. For the sake of upholding the status qou and slightly uneasy truce between the muggle hating society.

Alex Hamel was an intelligent and powerful man but his flaw was how he always strived to become the way his father had been during his time as leader of the Hamels. Every little action he would make he would consult the portrait of his father in his office first (who never really liked Hermione).

"You ready yet!" she heard Alex shouting from downstairs cutting through her thoughts.

"Coming!" Hermione walked down the stairs slowly and rather nervously, Tonight was the night she was dreading, it was a bonding between the two groups, now the Hamels and the deatheaters would become one huge anti-muggle organization with Alex and Malfoy as the leaders. She knew there was no chance that Malfoy would even think of accepting her into their group but she had no choice in the matter if she didn't go she would be jeopardizing the whole mission, her life and the very truce that has lasted for this long after the end of the second wizard war.

When Alex saw her coming down the stairs he shouted out "hurry up!" Hermione upon hearing the hint of anger in his voice walked down quicker and stood next to him looking at the floor, she could hardly look him in the eye she was so frightened about this night. "Look up!" she did "change the colour of your dress"

Hermione answered without thinking "but everyone else will be wearing black I'll look like an outcast." Something that wasn't good if you were a spy is to be noticeable and Hermione being a spy and a muggleborn boot being noticed was the last thing that she needed.

Alex slapped her across the face and his face went slightly red with anger; "don't you dare answer me mudblood! Make it white you my slave and you do as I say!"

'Bastard' she said in her head, but she fell back into her role as the abused and obedient mistress and did as she was told. Alex seeing that she did as she was told grabbed Hermione and kissed her roughly as if it was a reward for doing as she was told making her feel inwardly sick she felt like throwing up that kiss into his mouth. Alex held her hand in a powerful grip and they apperated away.


Alex and Hermione walked into the main hall where they saw the bonding ball had already begun without them. Hermione looked around the hall in complete awe; the ceiling was completely made out of gold and mirrors with fairies dancing just underneath it to the music made by a band that Hermione had never seen before. Down on the ground hundreds of wizards and witches were dancing and talking to each other and laughing. She had always heard that Malfoy manor was one of the most beautiful houses in Britain and for once the rumors were true. But he looked around sadly sometimes when she went to these balls she wanted to be a full bloodied witch and join in with everybody, but she knew in the end that being who she was always better they were scum, murdering bastards who killed people because of something that isn't their fault She was Hermione Granger, Muggleborn, and Spy, a twenty four year old women who found herself in a room with people who thought she was low and dirty, but she was more privileged than they would ever be.

"Ah! Mr. Hamley has arrived." called a deep voice pulling Hermione out of her thoughts once more. "Welcome." Hermione shivered at the sound of it, it was cold and arrogant and it sparked off unhappy and bitter memories from her times in Hogwarts, she knew exactly who it was;" and what is this he has with him?" a good looking man with silver blonde hair stood in front of them and looked down upon Hermione, "a mudblood?"

The room went silent but Alex being the cool person he always was in public simply answered "A mudblood, yes butte is a very powerful one too, She would be a credit to all of us, a traitor to the blood traitors and mudbloods who can always gain their trust and give us the information that we need." this is what Hermione had thought would happen Malfoy would never accept her as an Anti-muggle fighter, he knew exactly who she was she could feel it he could read her like a book. She could feel her stomach knot inside her at the long silence. If Malfoy did not except her this would resultantly lead to her death and the trigger off the third wizard war. Hermione felt the blood fall down from her face, how many more people would die if that happened? All at her expense.

Malfoy smiled sweetly at them and answered; "welcome Mr. Hamley, Miss Granger I do hope that you have fun while you are here, remember this is a time for celebration, and so please do enjoy yourselves." Hermione gave a huge sigh of relief and was about to head for the bar for a much deserved drink when Malfoy blocked her path and stood in front of her holding out a hand. "A dance Miss Granger?"

'I'd be stupid if I don't except I'd blow my cover, why for god sake,' she reluctantly took Malfoy's hand and he led her to the dance floor. His hands were freezing cold as if he was dead, Malfoy had really changed, he had always been pale but his skin looked like it had never seen daylight in his life, Hermione shivered at his gentle touch, something was wrong about him apart from the fact that he was an evil bastard who killed people like her, there was something deeper, darker she even thought for one second that the man had no heart beat but dismissed it as ridiculous.

Malfoy put his hands around her waist while she put her arms around his neck and they swayed to the music quietly, she could sense it something that unnerved her about him as if there was something inside him dark and evil just waiting to jump out and engulf itself around her, she felt like she wanted to run away, it really frightened her.

After a few minutes he leaned in and whispered in her ear. "I know you're a spy." Hermione froze, 'that's it Hermione now your cover's blow. Idiot!' he felt his cold hand go down her waist and down thigh and touch the gun, Hermione looked into his eyes and he had that arrogant smirk on his face, the one that she could never forget, "And do you know what else I know mudblood?" Hermione still didn't move but just stood numb with shock he pulled the gun in and out of its pouch "Your not leaving this house tonight even with your muggle wand."

"It's called a gun." Hermione couldn't help herself.

He narrowed his eyes at her and carried on, "you won't leave this house even with your "gun" and neither is Mr. Hamley." 'Shit it's a trap on the Hamels, shit shit shit shit.' Hermione jumped out of his arms and ran away from him and off the dance floor in search of Alex.

"ALEX!" she called out. She saw him talking to three deatheaters by the cocktail bar and ran over to him dragging him away from his deatheater friends. "We have to get out of here Alex"

Alex pushed her off him roughly, she half expected him to punch her right there in front of everyone but he didn't; "Why?" he asked skeptically, from the alcohol on his breath she could tell he was drunk.

"Malfoy is gonna kill us."

Before Alex could respond Malfoy called out for silence. "I hope that everyone is having a good evening!" there was a low murmur of yes's around the hall and a few cheers from the deatheaters and a random scream of joy from a woman, some looked at Draco other looked evilly at Hermione who chose to ignore them; "but we all know what we are here for." Draco looked at Hermione giving her an evil grin and she knew exactly why, she started to pull out the gun from it pouch taking it off safety. "Well my deatheaters do." The Hamels looked at each other in confusion. "Me and my deatheaters will give you two choices either join amongst our forces or let fate takes it's course, you have only a few seconds to decide... no?" no one out of the Hamels looked like they had made the choice whether they wanted to leave yet but Draco took it as a no; "So be it." In an instant the hall erupted with loud screaming of curses and spells being thrown and bright flashing lights shimmering around the room, the glass of the mirrors shattered and fell like deadly snowflakes upon everyone.

Hermione grabbed Alex's hand and tried to lead him out of the room when she felt Malfoy's cold arms grabbed her firmly around her waist. She let go of Alex's hand trying to beat Malfoy off but he was much too strong for her maybe even a bit too strong. He whispered in Hermione's ear; "Say goodbye to Alex." And pointed his wand towards Alex and shouting "Avada Kedrava" before Alex had even taken out his wand from his pocket he fell to the floor dead.

Hermione looked in shock at Alex's body falling to the ground not quite believing that Malfoy had actually done that. She had to escape or she would end up dead, just like Alex, she had to inform the ministry of what had happened tonight she couldn't fail her mission. Hermione held the gun tightly and pointed it at Malfoy's feet and shot. He instantly let go crying out in agony, he looked up at her and she shot him once in the stomach and ran, it was a shot that she knew would kill him, 'he won't be bothering me again.' As she ran she reached into her pocket for her wand, it was gone, "SHIT!" he must have taken it the bastard, She screamed out as she ran down the hallway in complete frustration, her only escape was by foot or floo powder, but everywhere she turned to there would be a dead end there didn't seem to be a fireplace anywhere either.

She ran up a flight of steps and turned to see Draco Malfoy charging up the steps behind her, she was sure he killed him, she was sure, he had blood on his shirt to prove it, it was impossible. She ran as fast as she could down the hallway but was easily caught by Malfoy who grabbed her around the waist and turned her around. She became horrified by what she saw, Malfoy's fair skin was becoming see-through making his veins look black, his eyes were turning red and his hair was slowly turning jet black. She screamed right into his face, he seemed unaffected.

She pushed hard to get out of his grip but he was becoming frighteningly strong constricting her body making it hard for her to breath. She dropped the gun on the floor her last hope was the knife. He pushed her roughly against the wall and whispered in her ear "don't you dare make a move." She dared, she grabbed the knife from her ankle and stabbed him in the stomach pushing the whole blade in, he screamed out in pain and Hermione grabbed the gun and ran again.

Yet again he miraculously caught up with her again, he grabbed her hair pulling her through the corridor by it and pushed her down the stairs but Hermione quickly shot him again in his legs making him fall with her. As they got to the bottom of the stairs Hermione felt Malfoy grab her waist and when she landed she was on top of Malfoy who had transformed back into his handsome self. He gave a cheeky grin and laughed out; "I usually go on top but this time I'll make an exception. Since you're the special mudblood spy,"

She looked in his face with absolute disgust but knew something happened to Draco these past six years he was no longer human, she shot him three times and stabbed him how can he have possibly survived. He just wasn't human anymore. She pointed her gun at his temple "this one will finish you." She said coldly, the smile fell off of his face and he looked very serious.

"Even if you do kill me what I want to know is what are you going to do next?" she till held the gun to his face, "this house is filled to the teeth with deatheaters, you are going no where Ganger." She added pressure on to the trigger when Malfoy smacked it out of the hands so quick she couldn't even see him move.

Hermione screamed out in frustration as she tried again to get out of his grasp but it only made him laugh harder, she punched, kicked and bit everything she could, but no matter what he did it just wasn't happening.

He stood up binding Hermione's wrists together with a flick of his wand and grabbed her from underneath her arm dragging her up the stairs. He pulled her through the corridor to a room with a four poster bed in it where he pushed her on to it. As Hermione landed on the bed she felt the force around her wrists lift 'I'm going to die I've failed the mission.' With one last hope she jumped at Malfoy but something hard and very solid knocked her back. Malfoy looked on in amusement as Hermione stared at the empty space in front of her. She put out her hand and felt a wall dividing them then felt her side, which were also barred. She hit at them in vain screaming in her frustration, she had never failed anything this was her first time and it hurt her bad.

Malfoy walked close to the barrier and gave Hermione a sly grin. "You'll be staying here for a while Miss Granger." Hermione smacked her hands against the barrier again and watched Malfoy walk out the room in anger. She was just about to say something to annoy the hell out of him but stopped when she noticed two bite marks at the base of his neck.

AN: Tell me what you think. Is it good or bad? Thanks for reading 2nd chapter up soon.