A/N So this is the first chapter of my first Dark Hermione story! This chapter and the second was typed up a few months ago, but I decided to trash the idea and start the story again! I'm happier with this version, but I'm only on the seventh chapter and I've planned out everything to about the twenty-fifth chapter. So these updates will either come every two weeks, or every week. If i get the story done soon, then the updates might happen quicker.
Hope you guys love it!
Hermione's POV
I watch the passing landscape as the train rattles by, I try to hid my excitement among the somber blanket that has bee thrown over the Order. Ever since the unplanned Death Eater attack on the ministry occurred and Fudge finally conceded that Voldemort truly has come back. Stupid fool, how could he have not seen it before? It seems like the saying is true, if you don't want to see it, you won't.
Of course the Death Eater attack on the Quidditch World Cup was sue to my masterful planning, as was Barty Crouch Jr. pretending to be Mad-Eye, everything else was my father.
Also known as Tom Marvolo Riddle.
Also known as Lord Voldemort.
I walk with a certain poise and grace that I had mastered at age fourteen, how else would I have gotten the Death eaters to follow me? I can feel the eyes I was drawing towards me as my longs black cloak trailed behind me. It was specially made for me by my mother, one side was covered with detailed gold lacing a more prominent design being the Dark Mark. The other side is plain black. The hood has the same gold design, and it also helped to hid my face.
You see, none of the Death Eaters know my true identity, as its for the best in case one of them develops a loud mouth. Not even my boyfriend who is being initiated today. Despite me and my father having our own house, ever since he came back we had been staying at Malfoy Manor. Only Lucius, his right hand man knows who I am, most of the time I wear intricate glamour charms that have been layered upon each other.
I walk up to my boyfriend who's standing at the front of the room, everyone at the table has turned to us, to watch how he bears with receiving of the Mark.
"Do you swear to answer to my call no matter where you are or what you're doing?"
"I do."
"Do you swear to hold me above everyone else in your life as well as your kin."
He hesitated a little, and glanced towards his mother. The look was so short-lived and fleeting that I wouldn't have been to notice unless I knew him very well. I couldn't helo but feel bad, this is procedure, and I know highly he cares for his mother, but knowing him, he will still hold on.
"I do."
"Do you pledge your allegiance to me for the rest of your life?"
"I do."
I press the tip of my wand against his forearm and watch as black ink swirls out the wand and onto his arm, I channel all my love for him and use them to cancel out the pain as well i can, my father might not have given the luxury to his followers, but he will be my first, and I don't intend for him to hate me for not even trying to cancel out the mind-blowing pain for him.
I step back once the mark has been cast, and admire my work. It looks exactly as my father's with the skull, and the snake slithering out of the mouth, except for the few intricately drawn roses on the edge of the skull's head to represent the femininity of the Dark Lord's heir.
My father walks up behind me and puts a hand on my shoulder, "Rise Draco for you are the first follower of the new generation of Death Eaters, as well as the right hand man of my daughter, you must sully yourself by kneeling on the ground anymore, you are higher than everyone else, remember that."
He nods and picks himself up off the floor and moves to his seat at the table, next to mine.
I nod at my father and follow Draco to my seat. I sneak my hand under the table and squeeze his thigh reassuringly to which he takes my hand in his and rubs circles over the back of it. I give him a smile, which he returns. Contrary to popular belief, we Death eaters still have hearts.
I look at my father who was giving everyone his most evil and vindictive smile, "my friends, that is the start of a new era, for my beautiful daughter, The Dark Lady, shall take over soon, I'm a old man and must admit defeat at some point, but with her in charge my legacy will never go unfulfilled, it will be improved, and changed for the better. So let us bow our heads to the new Dark Lady."
I watch in fascination as my father bows his head low at me, and Draco motions for me to stand up. A proud smirk graces my face as the rest of Death Eaters do the same, maybe I do have what it takes to be my father, and possibly more than anyone ever.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm positive, how many more times are you going to make me say this?"
I twist my body around to look at my lover in the face. The meeting had ended a few hours ago and it was now nighttime. Draco and I had foregone dinner with his family and my father and opted to send an elf. We spent the rest of the night eating in silence, then collapsing into bed.
After a few hours of avoiding the meeting, I had to bring it up. "A lot of times Draco, it was my first time giving the mark, and no ones gonna take me seriously if I didn't seem dangerous enough."
He sighs and looks me in the eye. "You were perfect Mia, you were the perfect evil little bitch everyone knows you to be," he smirks a little and continues, "don't ever doubt yourself." And he captures my lips in a soul-sucking kiss that takes my breath away.
I hated not being able to tell him who I am. I trust him with my life, but my father wouldn't allow it. Aunt Bellatrix says that she wouldn't trust us kids to not sneak out to see each other. I agree with her, i would have to see him school if he knew who I was. But no, I have to hide from him. Me and my father first came our of hiding in my fourth year, at least to th Death eaters. And after a year of getting to know Draco under my alias of "Mia" we started dating. I love him. But I can;t tell him.
Even though I'm supposed to be strong, I broke down crying a few times last year after a few run ins with him. I didn't even know of he meant it or not. I've been trying to tame my hair, but it hasn't been working. As Mia it's charmed to be dark brown and Draco says he loves it. It's perfect for his to hold onto as we kiss, and it smells like heaven, but as myself, it's bushy and ugly.
When he find me reading in the library for hours on end, he says i look cute and endearing. With the way my eyebrows scrunch up in concentration, the ways my eyes light up when they find something I like. When I talk about something I've learned, we'll talk about it, he'll laugh when he knows something I don't. But as myself in school I'm an insufferable know-it-all.
And I can never know when he's lying, and when he's not. I'm the same person, but not to him.
Me and Hermione Granger are two completely different people. The big difference is he loves one, and wants the other one to die. What will happen when he find out who I am?
Yes, no? How was it? Please, please let me know. And these chapters will be anywhere between 1,000 and 3,000 words. And let's see, if this chapter gets up to 10 follows by next Wednesday, then the updates will be every week, if not then they will be every other week. I also want to thank everyone who read Change. I was really happy with the responses I've been getting!
Much love new readers,
-A
