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Hermione was sitting at one of the desks in the Slytherin Common Room. Her eyes were glued to a page in her Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook, and her hand was busy writing away. She had only just started and the essay was due tomorrow. As much as Hermione didn't mind writing essays, she did grow tired of writing them day after day. However, the weekend was approaching, and she'd be able to just relax.

Hermione jumped, feeling something on her neck and soon registered someone was kissing the skin of her neck. Only one person had lips so soft and smooth and warm. She smiled, "Draco…"

Draco placed a bookmark in the textbook and closed the book, "Come… I want to show you something." His lips grazed her ear as he spoke.

"Draco, I have this essay to write. It's going to take me at least two more hours-"

"Please, love." Draco ran his hands up her sides, smirking when he saw and felt her shiver.

"Draco Malfoy. Let me finish my work and then we can do whatever it is you're wanting to drag me off to do." Hermione wanted nothing more then to put her quill down and snuggle up with Draco, but she mustn't ignore her schooling.

"Fine!" Draco huffed and proceeded to plop down on one of the black couches. He eyed Hermione. The two of them have been romantically involved since their fourth year. They never really said girlfriend and boyfriend, but they truly did love each other and were monogamous.

Draco started itching his left forearm. Hermione caught the small action and sighed. She got up and knelt in front of him, "Is it still bothering you?"

"It just burns…"

Hermione slowly slid Draco's sleeve up, revealing his Dark Mark. The skin around the black ink was red, due to him scratching at it.

Soft, pink lips softly brushed against the Dark Mark, and Hermione's brown eyes flicked up to Draco's. "You know, when it burns it means he's calling you to him."

Draco sighed, "Yeah, I know." His hand gently cupped her cheek, "Do I have to?"

"I'll come with you." Her small hand rested on top of his, and she smiled softly. "I'm sure I can finish my essay when we get back."

Draco looked down at the beauty that sat before him. Hermione Granger. She was all his, and he was more then happy about that. She had stood by him since their first year. During their fourth year, at the Yule Ball, he knew he had to have her all to himself. When she had danced with and talked to Krum, she had a forced and fake smile the whole time. It was only when Draco intervened that Hermione had truly seemed happy. That was the night they had started being a couple, and he doesn't regret it for a second.

"Let's go."

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Hermione and Draco had arrived at Malfoy Manor in a matter of seconds once they snuck out of the grounds of Hogwarts. Sneaking around and leaving was something they had begun to be quite good at.

Hermione held her breath for a second as she saw Narcissa and Bellatrix, Draco's mother and aunt, standing behind the Dark Lord himself, Voldemort. His pale skin caused the dark circles under his eyes to practically protrude from his face, his narrow eyes to seemed sunken in, and his non-existing nose to seemed even more sunken in to his face. Hermione never understood how a man who was so handsome in his younger days became so… frighteningly hideous.

"Ah, Hermione, nice to see you again." He addressed her, raising his wand as he spoke and then lowering it as if some kind of bow of respect.

"It is very nice to see you as well, my Lord." Hermione dipped her head and knees slightly, then straightened back up, taking hold of Draco's hand.

"You wanted to see me, my Lord?" Draco's voice was cold and void of any feeling.

"Ah, yes. I wanted to speak to you about your studies, young Draco." Voldemort's eyes looked over the couple, but no emotion was betrayed on his face, "I understand you are very accomplished at Occlumency due to practice with your aunt. I want you to study and become accomplished at using Legilimency."

"But, my Lord, forgive me for saying this, but how am I to study that-"

"I will be your tutor in Legilimency, Draco."

The deep, silken voice came from behind Draco and Hermione, and it was a voice they had come to know in the past six years.

Professor Snape walked by them, standing beside Bellatrix. "I am to teach you both. You Legilimency, and Hermione both Occlumency and Legilimency. You two will come to my classroom after dinner every Tuesday night, and will stay there until I have seen improvement for the night."

"What? But my studies…" Hermione was near a panic attack as she thought about how it would affect her studies and the amount of work she had every night. How was she going to juggle all her classes, duties as Snape's intern, her work, as well as lessons on Legilimency and Occlumency?

She felt the tight squeeze Draco gave her hand, and her mind stopped running at two hundred miles, the tightness in her chest faded, and her spiking headache disappeared.

"We'll be there. Every Tuesday after dinner." Draco's voice was obedient, but Hermione saw the look in his cold grey eyes. He was angry, thinking about defying these new orders… but he knew he couldn't.

The Dark Lord eyed the couple that stood before him. His eyes met Hermione's milk chocolate eyes and a snarling smirk spread his thin lips across his face.

Hermione gasped upon feeling Voldemort enter her mind. She didn't know how to push him out of her mind, so she stood there, frozen, as he penetrated through her precious memories and thoughts.

"Oh, Draco…" Hermione moaned softly into Draco's ear as he relentlessly thrust into her, his smirk cloaked by the darkness that surrounded them

"You're a pathetic excuse for a wizard, Weasley! And you Potter are as bad as him! The only reason why you're still in Hogwarts with such poor grades is because that dumb old oaf Dumbledore adores you, and Weasley is still here out of sympathy and for being friends with you, Potter. Just you wait, you'll get yours, and no one will be able to call you The Boy Who Lived anymore!" Hermione screamed her rage at the two Gryffindor boys after their assault of immature pranks on her in the library

Sobs echoed through the empty Slytherin Common Room as Hermione sat alone. Her course work forgotten in her mind as she cried and cried until her eyes began to sore and she was struggling to keep them open. She hadn't heard the door open, hadn't heard the footsteps coming towards her. Strong, masculine, comforting arms wrapped around her and her cries ceased as she pressed her face into the chest of the only one who she has come to trust and love since her first day in Hogwarts, "Those two are complete asses Potter and Weasley…" Her soft voice mumbled into his chest before she cuddled closer to Draco, feeling comforted and safe

"I don't know if I can do this, Draco it's just For the Dark Lord to give me such a mission…" Hermione's eyes looked up into Draco's pleadingly, but she knew he was in the same situation as her. They were both being forced to do things they weren't sure they could do

"Mother, father, honestly. Being a witch doesn't make me any less human than the two of you. I'm still your daughter, just able to wave a wand and cast spells." Hermione was visiting her parents during the winter holiday's of her fifth year. They had been worried, seeing visible changes in their precious little Hermione. When she was once sweet, nice, and loving she was not closed off, rude, and cold

The tears that slid down Hermione's cheeks were unseen by Draco as his face was buried in her neck, assaulting the sensitive skin under his teeth in the same rhythm of his hips as they quickly, roughly pounded into the frail girl below him

Hermione gasped as Voldemort pulled out of her mind, a knowing smirk haunted his face when she looked up at him, her eyes holding an almost horrified tint.

"Well, well, Miss Granger. You do need to work on your Occlumency skills. I suspect you will be much more talented the next time I see you." His wand raised slightly, up to his chin, before a taunting smile curled over his lips.

"Y-Yes…" Hermione clung onto Draco's hand, her knuckles turning white.

"You are dismissed."

The couple quickly walked out of the room, neither of them wanting to be in the presence of the Dark Lord any longer. Hermione stopped Draco, pulling his arm slightly as her feet planted to the ground, but when he gave her a questioning look… she just shook her head and continued walking. She couldn't bring herself to tell him what Voldemort had seen…

After exiting Malfoy Manor, and apparating to the outskirts of Hogsmeade, Hermione and Draco were sitting in the Three Broomsticks, huddled closely together as they shared a butterbeer. Draco could tell Hermione's mind was troubled, but he knew not to ask. Whenever he asked her what was wrong, or tried to entice an answer out of her, she would suddenly blow up at him. Of course, she hadn't always responded that way. No… it just recently started- around the time she was given her mission by the Dark Lord.

"Draco?"

"Yes, Hermione?" He looked down into her melted chocolate eyes, smiling to give her a form of comfort.

Hermione's fingers fiddled with the handle of the mug, her eyes downcast so that she wouldn't look at Draco. "What if… what if I told you that I was lying about some things about myself?"

Draco looked down at her, waiting for her eyes to look up into his, but they were glued to the mug before her. "What do you mean, Hermione?"

She took in a shaky breath, her fingers still running along the cool glass of the mug. "Well… You and… everyone else are always going on and on about all that Pureblood nonsense, and umm… well…" Hermione looked up at him, tears brimming her reddened eyes, "Remember back in second year, how you would always hound me for information on my parents? I never told you about them… because… well because they are Muggles… And that makes me… a Mudblood."

Draco's eyes became hard as he looked down at Hermione. How could she lie about her blood status to him? Especially when she knew how strongly he felt about it. He had grown up listening to his father tell him every day that Blood Traitors, Mudbloods, all of them were useless and had no reason to be able to wield magic. He was taught to look down upon Muggles, since they were inferior to Wizards and Witches- Pureblood Wizards and Witches. "What else have you been lying to me about, Granger?" Draco's voice was as cold and harsh as his eyes.

Hermione bit her lip and shook her head, "I haven't lied about anything, Draco. I never once told you I was Pureblood. I never told you about my parents. How is that lying-"

"You're a filthy Mudblood!" Draco shot up out of the booth they were sitting in, his cold, grey eyes glaring ice down at her, "You have no right to touch someone as superior as me."

"Draco, please…" Hermione whispered softly, pleadingly.

Draco's eyes continued to pierce through her chocolate eyes, and he quickly grabbed her wrist, pulling her up the stairs to a vacant room after throwing the payment down for their drink and the room on the bar.

Draco was having an inner battle. He knew being with a Mudblood was wrong, twisted in every sense of the word… but he couldn't imagine himself without his beloved Hermione…

The door slammed behind them, and Draco's lips were on Hermione's in seconds. He ripped her clothes, smirking against her lips upon hearing the fabric tear and the shocked whimper leave Hermione's lips.

Draco pushed Hermione down onto the bed, his eyes taking in her beautifully naked form. He crawled onto the bed, hovering over her, "You're mine."

Hermione smiled softly up at him, her fingers hastily pulling at his clothes. "I love you, Draco. I love you…"

Draco smirked and kissed her roughly, reveling in the moans coming from her mouth that he hungrily swallowed.

Things were going to be different now. Draco valued pure Wizard blood above all else… until the moment the words left Hermione's lips, telling him that she was a Muggle born. How was it that a girl he's loved for so long now was able to turn his very beliefs around? The very teachings his father had tortured into his head was now… forgotten. He'd rather have Hermione in his life- Pureblood or not- instead of upholding the Pureblood legacy he was expected to carry out. She was his light, his reason… and the fact that she was a Mudblood both unsettled him and excited him. For once, Draco Malfoy was acting on his own. Loving a Muggle born when he was a Pureblood; It was taboo, but he was loving her on his own, and would do anything to protect her from others. However… he would not ensure her safety from himself.

Hermione's beautiful moans and gasps filled the room, along with the creaking of the bed and Draco's occasional groans as he fucked her. This Mudblood was his forever. To use in any way he wanted to. She was his Slytherin Goddess, and nothing- not even the Dark Lord- could take her from him.