This is my first Harry Potter story! I hope it's good. I do not own any of the characters to Harry Potter.

"And this ladies and gentlemen is known as Malfoy Manor. This is where the evil Lord himself was known to fall to his feet, leaving many people to wonder where his former Death Eaters such as the Malfoy family themselves disappeared. Oh but not only them, but also Hermione Granger, whom was known to be the brightest witch of her age," the tour guide was so rudely interrupted and someone from the crowd shouted,

"Brightest witch my arse! Don't dare speak of her as if she is to be honored! She betrayed us all!"

The guide simply responded with a small snicker, he really quite enjoyed his part time job, only sweet Merlin himself knew how many times he had to retell the story. The crowd gathered together as whispers broke out, the guide rolled his eyes before looking closely at each of their faces,

"You would all do well to speak of what you do not truly know."

Another voice soared through the air, "Everyone here knows the Mudblood was a traitor. Anyone who thinks differently is talking complete rubbish!"

The man sighed, trying to control his temper, yes he enjoyed the job but that didn't mean it wasn't a pain in the arse during most days. He noticed how everyone's eyes were on him, waiting for his next response, instead, he looked to his female companion, trying to ease his nerves while also hoping hers weren't to shattered. The day had just begun and they already had these brats clawing at their throats for a story none of them really knew two shits about. Each time they told the legend, there was a different assumption or rumor as to what happened with Hermione Granger, and the Malfoy's. He instantly relaxed as his partner squeezed his arm before finally speaking herself,

"There are many ways to tell a story and there are many sides to it as well, do give me and partner here a chance to tell ours? It may not be as exciting from what you all have heard, but as I've said, it is simply our side."

The young man gave each of their faces a glare before saying, "No interruptions if you know what's good for you." His voice was low and threatening leaving not one person to object in the moment.

"Relax," the young lady whispered as they turned towards Malfoy Manor and away from the crowd, "Nothing we haven't handled before."

"And yet, each time you're much too soft on them, say the word and I'll hex them all. You know I can and will."

She gave him a gentle smile, "Yes I know you will, which is why I refuse to ever give you permission."

"Always were a stick in the mud," he whispered before turning briskly to the people behind them again, "Well, now we shall begin our tale as old as time." He smirked, "Listen carefully."

"The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen." - Elisabeth Kübler-Ross

Draco Malfoy watched as his father muttered to himself while pacing back and forth through the Manor. Life for the Malfoy family seemed to worsen by the day. Lucius, Narcissa and Draco could not seem to catch a break, but how foolish of him to think of such things. A break? This was war. There were no breaks, no holding off until the proper moment came, no hiding, and definitely no complaining. Draco would think that after confining in the Dark Lord so long, they wouldn't be surprised whenever he asked for absurd tasks of them, but this particular task had even bewildered him. Of course the family knew how brilliantly insane he was, but maybe this time he had actually lost whatever mind he had. Draco was puzzled along with Lucius while his mother sat on the other side of the room showing no facial expression at all. But he couldn't blame her; it's what this war was doing to them. Through it you lost all emotions and feelings.

Anyone who would think working for the Dark Lord was purely a life full of fun would be mistaken. No one would know how a Death Eater such as himself felt every time they would have to kill to survive. Look into the poor victims eyes and shout two simple words that ended their whole life. You couldn't have emotions, or else you would cave and then would have to suffer the consequences, and to say more or less, the consequences merely ended in death. Kill or be killed, something that had never been so true to Death Eaters. Draco had done just that, each and every time he had to kill a wizard or a muggle, he looked them straight into the eyes before doing the deed.

Or better yet, Draco smirked; he would at times make his victims torture themselves. Every Death Eater had a few special talents that others couldn't posses so easily, for Draco; he was a brilliant master of the Imperius curse and also Legilimens. He was very happy with what he was able to accomplish, being better at something than what others weren't. Even if there were some things he wasn't quite the best at, he was still very powerful. So powerful as to where many people feared him, that thought always made him smirk. It was so comforting. Draco knew he was the best, being a Death Eater had its perks, of course he could not wait until the dark side had won the war, then him and his family would be free to do whatever they wanted without taking orders. The world would fear them and it would crumble before everyone's very eyes. He could not wait. But maybe that is why he wasn't as much surprised as he was angry of the Dark Lord's latest request.

"What do you think the meaning of this is?" his father asked while running a hand through his hair.

Draco shrugged while his mother remained silent, "Maybe this is the best way to break Potter. By taking away one of his only defenses. Simple, kill the Mudblood therefore leaving Potter and Weasel to be alone, confused, and weak."

That is when Narcissa finally spoke, "My dear, when has Voldemort ever done anything straightforward and effortless? I do not believe he's going to kill her. No, it won't be that clean."

Draco cringed as his mother used the name 'Voldemort', neither him or his father would ever call him by the name, it was too risky but Narcissa seemed to do it each time with ease, as if it were the easiest thing in the world. He did not understand his mother at times, but he knew how much of a brave and beautiful woman she was. She was also one of strongest people he would ever know, it couldn't have been easy watching your son and husband kill. Of course she had done so herself but Narcissa never killed for fun, she only did what she had too as opposed to when Draco and Lucius could at times kill out of anger. He did not see how she was able to keep it all together, her mind always intact. Amazing, she was.

"Do not think he is wasting precious time by having every Death Eater to be hunting her down at this exact moment darlings." She continued.

Lucius sighed, "Of what importance can she possibly be?"

"None," Draco snickered, "Whatever our Lord is planning will not work," he was cut off as his father pointed his case between his eyes making him take a large breath,

"Don't dare doubt our Lord. You will speak of no such thing as doubt against him, do I make myself clear?"

Draco glared into his father's eyes, "Yes, father. Perfectly clear." He paused, "I was just saying that it would be best to kill her and get it all over with."

Before anyone could speak again, the room suddenly became cold, fog settled along the floors as Death Eaters one by one began appearing in front of the fireplace. That was their entrance, which was how someone knew they were coming, the room becomes cold, fog crawls at your feet and then either one or more would appear out of nowhere. Creepy yes, but also full of style and it was not as if they were going to knock on your front door and wait to be invited in, tough luck with that. This was something Draco hated, how their house was used as a base. The only place he could escape from annoying associates was in his room, but there was only so long he could stay in there isolated. Draco rose to his feet quickly while his mother stayed seated, brave one she was. At times he thought that maybe he should worry about her limits but she didn't seem scared one bit and that sort of scared him. Out of her and his father, Draco would constantly wonder and question about her. Lucius Malfoy was nothing short but a kiss-arse to the Lord. He always aimed to please him, no matter what he had to risk including his and his family's lives.

Draco snorted and the fact.

But silence took over the room as the Dark Lord himself appeared, the room then filled with tension as it had usually done whenever his presence was known. No one was allowed to show fear during any moment, no matter if they were near him or if they were miles away. No, fear was not allowed, but that didn't mean a chill wouldn't run through everyone's spines as he glided past them or stared them down as if he were challenging them to make a false move. Always be on guard and never show fear. At anytime.

"Success has been brought upon us tonight," he stated

Everyone watched as he smiled, or at least Draco thought it was a smile. Surely it couldn't have been though, men such as Draco, such any Death Eater, such as the Dark Lord did not smile.

It was unbearable to even think of him smiling. Usually someone else's smile could make another person's world light up but no, not him. His smile meant nothing good; it was almost as much of a deadly warning of him being pissed. Nothing good would come of it. The Dark Lord's smile was not for making you feel comforted but his aim was to make you want to avoid his gaze and it worked to no end.

"My Lord?" Lucius asked,

"We've found just what we were looking for! Our secret weapon to winning this war, behold, Miss Hermione Granger!"

With a snap of his fingers, Granger hovered in the air passed out. Draco could see a bruise on her left cheek, along with a cut on her lip and under her eye. Blood smeared her face, hair, and clothes. Even though his mother said he didn't want her dead, Draco was saddened by the fact that she wasn't. Clearly alive she was, barely breathing, but there altogether.

"Oh, however did you manage to get her so easily?" Narcissa spoke while crossing her legs.

Draco noticed how no one minded her still being seated, he noticed how they actually never minded some things she did that they weren't allowed. It was odd.

"Do not think she did not put up a fight. I didn't think to deny that she is called the brightest witch of this age for nothing. She did kill one or two of my men, pathetic fools they were to underestimate her."

Draco thought that sounded very much like Granger, not letting anyone get her down without a fight, he wasn't the least bit surprised.

His curiosity was getting the best of him as he asked, "May we know of your plans for her, my Lord?"

"Ah yes my dear boy! Miss Granger will be doing her training here, and she will be under your care. I can trust you to handle her enough, but do not be a fool like those who have fallen by her hands Draco."

He only stared at him confused, was he supposed to solve the riddle (no pun intended) that had just escaped his lips? What in bloody hell was he talking about?

Narcissa spoke, and for the first time in a long time, Draco heard concern and dare he say it…fear in his mother's voice,

"Training?"

Again, that smile crossed his lips, "Yes, she will be joining us on our quest."

"Sir, how can that be possible, and why do you want this filthy Mudblood with us?" someone asked, which was the question Draco himself wondered.

"Only the best will do in order to win this fight against Mr. Potter, Miss Granger here is wiser than any of you in this room with the exception of the Malfoy family. In order for me to succeed, she is needed on our side. Of course, I know she won't be willing…at first, but with the help of Draco here, she'll break soon enough and will have nowhere else to turn but to us. It is either she joins us, or she dies a slow and painful death." He paused, "Or better yet, I will let her go insane. Yes, yes. Quite a plan." He chimed.

Draco's eye's once again narrowed in on Granger in the air, the Dark Lord had a point with her being smarter than of the twits in the room but his family, but she was a Mudblood! She was beneath them all! She should be given the honor to roam with them! Unacceptable. And surely he knew that Granger would not fight against her friends, Draco thought that he might as well had killed her, that's the option she was probably going to take anyways. He scoffed at that, such a Gryffindor.

"Draco," he said smoothly, "you are to break her in every possible way, make her see that we are the right choice, make her forget everything she's ever known to be good. You will be the one to cast her dark mark soon enough my boy."

"But, why me?"

"You are closer to her age, and know her better (as little as it may be) than anyone else in this room. Learn her weaknesses' and strengths, teach her everything you know and show her how good it can be, show her!"

Draco watched as he snapped his fingers, and Grangers body hit the cold hard floor with a loud thud.

A little groan left her lips.

"I shall leave you to it, remember she is in your care Draco," he said before leaving, the others followed, leaving the Malfoy family plus a barely conscious Mudblood in his care.

Yes, he would remember, in other words, any false move from Granger would be his arse as well as hers.

"Well, now we see his plan, an awful plan however." His mother spoke

His father spoke next, "I still cannot fathom this, but what the Lord wants, he shall get. Draco, do not mess this up."

Draco did not speak as he levitated her body into the air once again; there was no choice in this. He nodded to his mother and father before walking towards his room with Hermione's body floating after him. Draco placed her in the room across from his; afterwards he put up a few wards so she would not get out during the night as he expected she would try. He then went into his room.

His head was clouded with anger. Anger towards the Dark Lord, this war, and anger towards the Mudblood in the other room. Was he not good enough to help win this war? Weren't any of them good enough! A Mudblood? Out of all the bloody things! Granger at that!

But…it was settled, simple as that. He had to do it, or die. Isn't it funny? The whole Malfoy family's fate was relying on him once again, and if Granger didn't corporate as he surely thought she wouldn't, they were all as good as dead. No question about it as much as it would be difficult, well…beyond difficult it would be.

What the Dark Lord wanted, he got. And he wanted Hermione Granger.

"Death Eater Granger," Draco chuckled, "Well, let the fun begin."

I would love to know what you thought, and any suggestions are welcomed as well :)

Also if you have any questions, just ask!

But to say a few things, I'm a new Dramione shipper and had seen that barely anyone made Hermione join the dark side, so I thought I'd give it a try.

Hope it's appealing!