Previously on Dark Infatuation:

"This is the only chance you have to back out. Do you wish to do so?"

"No, I only wish to serve you and become your successor and rule the wizarding and mudblood worlds."

"Excellent. What do you think, my daughter?" At this Draco shot his head up. Daughter? Since when did He have a daughter?

"I think he's perfect." A girl stepped out from behind her father's throne. "Hello Draco." She smirked at him. What? No it can't be.

End of Chapter 1

Initiation

"Granger?" He whispered as he squinted at the divine figure in front of him. He could recognize those fiery eyes anywhere, but everything else, her face, her body, her hair, everything was all different. What the hell is going on? She's a mudblood! Confusion crossed his mind as the girl let out a small laugh, the tone ringing in his ears.

"Erika Adriana Riddle to you Draco Malfoy," she looked at him and smirked. That smirk! That's the Malfoy smirk. Sensing Draco and his father's confusion Voldemort began to speak.

"She is one in the same. Hermione Granger and Erika Riddle is the same person."

"How is this possible, my Lord? She's a mudblood!" Voldemort's eyes flashed as he sent Draco the Cruciatus only to have it lifted minutes later.

"You will not call my daughter a mudblood!" his voice boomed, though no one shivered in fear of it. "My daughter, Erika, has been undercover for me, disguising herself as the muggleborn known as Hermione Granger in an effort to spy on the Light for our benefit."

"With this in mind, we had to make her blood temporarily reflect that of a muggleborn, showing no signs that she had any magic in her blood. We sent her to live with those mudblood Grangers in order for the Ministry and Dumbledore to believe that she is muggleborn. Only until her second year at that muggle infested school did we retrieve her. Needless to say, she was not easy to convince at first," at this Voldemort and Hermione shared a knowing smirk. "Eventually however, she finally obliged and for years now we have been receiving news and updates on the Light."

Hermione took this as her cue to continue, "I have been glamoured every single year in order to keep up with the belief that I am still the know-it-all mudblood. This year, however, being it our last, my father and I have decided to drop all fake impersonations. With the steady rise of power, the Dark Side will soon declare war. I will be resorted into a new house and with your help, Draco, will continue to gather and persuade students to join our side." Bloody Hell. Draco thought. Everything he thought was about that "bloody mudblood" earlier that day was a lie except for her beating him in most of their classes. One question stuck in his mind though.

"What will Dumbledore say?" Hermione laughed, her voice ringing melodiously in his ears.

"That old muggle lover cannot deny me the right to education. He will hear nothing and see nothing. I will deal with Potter and Weasley. Now, are you ready for your initiation?" her eyes turned black as she looked at him, quickly studying his physique. He's definitely the one. She noted. He stood at a height of six feet with shaggy blonde hair and a sculpted body, nothing less than what was expected of a member of the Malfoy family. Any surprise that had come to him was perfectly hidden behind piercing gray blue eyes which locked onto her own dark orbs.

"I am ready," he replied, his deep voice radiating off the walls.

"Bring in the rest of them!" Voldemort barked at Pettigrew, who squeaked and opened the door to allow a horde of Death Eaters to enter. Whispers broke out among them wondering who the mysterious young lady was and why she resembled the Dark Lord. "SILENCE!" he yelled, as the Death Eaters cringed at the loud command and bowed on their knees. "Bring the table." Pettigrew immediately came carrying a table with a goblet filled with wine and two intricately cut knives. "Do you, Draco Achilles Malfoy, swear to devote your life to the Dark Side? Do you swear your life if you betray our Cause for the new generation?"

"I promise so to do." Draco replied looking straight into Voldemort's eyes.

"Do you, Draco Malfoy, accept the life as my follower and successor, to rule the Dark Side with my daughter if I may fail?"

"I do." Voldemort nodded looking straight into Draco's eyes. Draco felt his presence in his mind sifting through every detail. After what seemed to be a few minutes, the presence left his mind. He watched as Voldemort swirled and flicked his wand muttering an incantation no one but his daughter could hear. In a few silent seconds a searing pain flowed through his arm, but being one who showed emotion, he gripped it and made no noise as smoke rose from his skin. The pain was unbearable and he fought to keep his face straight focusing on Hermione, who smirked at him in return. Once the pain ended he righted himself and released his grip on his arm.

"Good, good, Draco. Now," he motioned toward the table. Hermione walked down the steps, her black dress billowing behind her as she stood in front of it, facing Draco. Draco smirked at her, only to have it returned with an exact mirror of his own. Needless to say, Draco was turned on and lifted one of his eyebrows and flashing a half smile. Hermione licked her lips slowly making sure he watched her plump pink tongue move across her lips. "Do you, Erika Adriana Riddle, swear to devote your life to the Cause and lead the Dark Side alongside Draco Malfoy?"

"I do," her voice came out dark and sultry.

"Do you Draco Achilles Malfoy swear to devote your life to protecting my daughter, Erika Riddle and the Dark Cause?"

"I do," his deep, sensuous voice rang out, sending welcomed shivers up and down Hermione's spine.

"Then with these two knives handed down from Salazar Slytherin and his wife, will you drink the blood of each other to seal the bind and oath that seals your fate." Together, they picked up the separate knives and cut one of their hands deeply before grabbing onto the other's hands, watching as their squeezed blood mixed together falling into the cup of wine.

Hermione stared at Draco, watching as his eyes darkened with lust and desire, knowing her own eyes reflected with the same intensity. They released their hands and Hermione drank half and gave the goblet to Draco for him to finish off. She watched as a thin line of wine and blood trailed from his mouth and she wanted nothing more than to lick it as well as every part of his body. Voldemort's gruff voice interrupted the mood as he announce, "Go now, my followers! Continue on your journey to spread to Darkness to those worthy of the Cause for the fate of our people is sealed." One by one the death eaters left with a pop, leaving Voldemort, Hermione, Draco, and Lucius.

End of Initiation

A/N: Okay guys, in order to settle some things, I'm just going to call Hermione Hermione rather than Erika, unless you guys want me to refer to her as Erika. Hope you liked this chapter. Thank you to all my reviewers, especially x Mente x Persa x because if she hadn't e-mailed me, I would not have updated this fanfiction. If anything seems confusion, don't worry about it because it will be explained in future chapters, but continue to point things out (like pandagrrl).