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Summary: In order to be in the ranks of a first class Auror, Hermione Selene Granger must actually put her life in danger. The slightest movement or conversation could be her last and end up in her death. Her task is to live amongst the Death Eaters and to find out what Voldemort is really up to, and how will she do that? Well it has to do with Draconis Lucian Malfoy.
Warning: This story will contain profanity, smut, and unusual likeliness.
Draco's Fate: Initiation
He laid quietly in the comfort of his own chamber. Morning was soon to approach another day of murderous sins and tortured souls. His eyes refused to close for more than an hour, before fluttering open to the constant shuffling and scattering outside his room. The Dark Lord had taken shelter in one of the Malfoy's many estates for his own use as headquarters to the Death Eaters. Today he would accompany the Dark Lord on a task he assigned for him. His Lord seemed quite pleased when he told Draco his orders.
Maybe it was the fact that Bellatrix had pleasured him the previous day and night.
A genuine smirk displayed upon his pale face as he arose from the refined material of his bed. He automatically advanced towards his mirror and saw his platinum blond hair was disheveled and untidy like Potter's disgusting exterior had once been. His silver eyes seemed darker like the expressions he would give that day; ruthless, like the warrior he had grown up to be. Years of training had never done him wrong, he noticed while looking over her frame.
He bathed quickly before dressing in appropriate clothing for his meeting with his Lord. It was important that he presented himself in a pristine manner so his Lord would take him seriously. He opened the doors to his chambers and walked out, sending looks of greetings to his fellow Death Eaters. He passed the hall where a portrait of his Godfather once hung in pride though now remained in shame and obliteration. Serverus Snape had been caught for committing treason against the Dark Lord.
The Dark Lord himself tortured Serverus to his untimely death. He was forced to one thousand lashes with a spiked whip; Draco had the pleasure to over look his punishments with the newest Death Eaters. The Dark Lord then fed him his own potions, poison, truth potions, lust potions, love potions, and then hemlock. Then time went on and the Dark Lord took things into his own hands, and that was the end of dear old Serverus Snape.
As his mind drifted, he didn't notice that he had already come to face with the giant cheery wood doors that held the Dark Lord. Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door and waited to be beckoned in. The doors opened and out walked Bellatrix, her acidic emerald eyes flickering to Draco's. A sneer lifted upon her face as she leaned against the wall. He matched her bitter gaze and entered, bowing down to his master.
"Arise young Malfoy," the Dark Lord beckoned with a wave of his hand.
Draco stood up as instructed to and kept that respectful gaze to his Lord. "I am here on behalf of my summon."
"I know very well why you are here," Voldemort said, his pale blue eyes diverting to every aspect of the room. "I have finally found a source that shall make us unbeatable."
"Oh, my Lord?"
"Yes young Malfoy," he stated with a blunt tone. "I have found the girl worthy enough to bare your children. This woman I have found is the perfect source for us, though there is a flaw."
"If you don't mind me asking, what is this flaw?"
Voldemort inhaled the aroma of authority and gazed deeply at the blond haired man in front of him. "She is a mudblood."
"A-a mudblood? Why a mudblood?"
"My, my young Malfoy, haven't you heard of the phrase 'curiosity killed the cat'?" Voldemort spat with a look of sheer boredom.
Draco stood firm, not showing the slightest bit of fear; it was always a sign of weakness and insolence. "I always thought you might want Parkinson or Dublin to be of my choice."
"No, those bloody tarts don't deserve to be in the ranks of a Malfoy," the Dark Lord hissed quietly while shaking his head. "No, you shouldn't let a whore like that enter the Malfoy family. If you do remember young Malfoy, Chantal de Lioness was a mudblood herself. Who else would be a mudblood?"
Draco's silver eyes widened in shock, "Her heir has been found? When my Lord?"
"Quite a funny story actually. I was informed that she was found outside the manor, her soul almost gone by the worthless dementors."
"And what is her name my Lord?"
"You know her Draconis," Voldemort said lowly while leaning back in his plush chair, "Hermione Selene Granger."
Draco's silver eyes no longer sparkled with curiosity, but with sheer hatred. "Granger."
A new voice entered the conversation from behind the darkness of Voldemort. Dark, chestnut curls cascaded down her back silkily, swaying with the motion of her hips. Her body was covered in provocative clothing, a black skirt with a short green blouse, and an obsidian robe trailing behind her petit frame. Long, black boots skimmed her mid-leg, clicking every time they hit the floor. She bowed immediately behind her Lord, though picked up her head meeting Draco's eyes. A saucy smirk displayed on her lips as she licked them gingerly.
"I prefer to be called by my mother's maiden name my Lord," Hermione lowly said, her voice giving of a hint of apology. "It doesn't make me sound more like the mudblood that I am."
The Dark Lord nodded at her request and turned back to Draco's malicious expression. Draco merely sneered at Hermione, the abhorrence of his own life. She had gotten him in so much trouble in the past, and he thought it was over with; he was clearly wrong.
"Mister Malfoy, meet your future wife," Voldemort said with a hint of pride and cruelness. "You will be wed after her initiation."
"Y-You're giving her the mark my Lord?" Draco asked with spite.
"Did you think she would leave without my mark? Enough, Mister Malfoy, escort your future wife to your mother's room and send forth Bellatrix," the Dark Lord said with a twisted smirk.
Draco turned his back with Hermione following him close behind. The doors opened and out they walked, a large distance between them. Draco's eyes darted to those wispy, emerald eyes. "Lestrange, the Dark Lord beckons you."
She nodded with a hint of lust under her heavy eyes, "Malfoy, congratulations on your new Mudblood bride."
Disdainful laughter broke out from the woman as the wooden doors of solitude closed before Draco and Hermione. Draco glared at the door for a few moments then he turned his head roughly, Hermione trailing behind him. The two stayed in pure and utter silence, Hermione smirking at the back of Draco's head. "So is this where all the Death Eaters live."
Draco didn't respond and kept walking. Hermione frowned deeply and jogged a little until she reached his side. "Why are you ignoring me?"
Silenceā¦
"Draco, you can't ignore me forever," Hermione whispered as she touched his arm gently. The next thing she knew she was pressed against the pointy, stone wall, staring into those silver haunting eyes. He just stared at her closely, hands around her throat and arms, body pressed against her. Hermione could feel her guard decreasing until she mustered up the cold, bitter stare she mastered.
"Don't you ever touch me again Mudblood," he spat, clenching his teeth. "You have no right to speak in my presence."
"Well you should get use to it love," Hermione smirked tauntingly, "We are to be married within the week."
"Fuck off you bleeding bint," Draco growled in a pugnacious tone. "I know you'll always be Potter and Weasley's perfect Mudblood bitch. That's all you'll be, living life in the dirt because you have no one left. You know what happened to your precious Muggle parents Granger? They died in the hands of your soon to be husband. Don't mess with me Granger, for I have no sympathy for anyone. I was put on this world for one purpose, and I will not let some stupid Mudblood screw it all up!"
Draco slammed both his hands on both sides of her head, making Hermione flinch. He sneered cruelly at her before spitting on the ground before her and walking away. Hermione leaned against the wall for a moment and closed her eyes tightly, tears threatening to spill from them. No. She wouldn't let Draco win. Not this time. Her parents would've wanted her to stay strong.
"You may have killed my parents Malfoy, but I won't reside to death until darkness is illuminated," Hermione muttered under her breath while following Draco's echoing footsteps.
Narcissa Black Malfoy was sitting down at a vanity, waiting for Hermione to arrive. Ever since she had found out about Hermione being the descendent of Chantal de Lioness, she felt more pity towards the Mudblood. She was the chosen one with the green blood. Her bloodline wasn't that of a typical Mudblood, oh no, far from it. Chantal de Lioness was the only Mudblood who served to the darkness. Now Hermione had a surge of darkness running in the depths of her blood.
Though it didn't matter.
She would be forced to be a part of the abomination.
Narcissa shook her head about the arrangements between her son and Hermione. It would never work. They loathed each other with the utmost passion, but from what she heard, Hermione had become somewhat vindictive. She betrayed Potter and Dumbledore's forces for she had been deceived about something. It was a theory, perhaps, that she let the darkness of her bloodline overcome her.
Whatever it was, Narcissa knew that the future would bring the Wizarding world to utter chaos. She knew that her son and Hermione were enemy's since the beginning; the marriage wouldn't help them either.
Her door suddenly snapped open, revealing her only son, distraught and abhorred. Hermione followed him, her hips swaying in a hypnotic motion, looking as though she was a bit confused. Draco's eyes met his mothers before leaving the two girls to their own business.
"Hello Mrs. Malfoy," Hermione said respectfully to her elder.
"Miss Granger, or should I say Miss de Lioness?" Narcissa asked with her eyebrows raised. "You will call me Narcissa, girl, after all, you'll be my daughter-in-law soon enough."
Narcissa could swear she saw Hermione cringe a little. "Yes Narcissa."
"Good, you are here on mine and Lucius's behalf," Narcissa snapped, her back properly straightened compared to Hermione's, lanky posture. "I'm going to teach you the ways of a Malfoy wife, and the proper ethics you must uphold." Hermione nodded, though Narcissa glared. "You don't nod, you must reply Hermione."
"Yes Narcissa."
"Good," Narcissa said simply, "Now I know muggle's don't lack manners and courtesy, but you must be of proper etiquette. You must act like a princess acts, graceful, yet elegant."
Hermione took a deep breath, remembering how much of a pain it was to follow the princess etiquette. "Yes Narcissa." She felt like a dog.
Narcissa got up from her vanity and began to walk without to Hermione without a noise. "First lesson is walking my dear."
"What is wrong with the way I walk?" Hermione asked almost rudely.
The older Malfoy glared at the girl, "Insolence will get you no where Hermione. The way you walk, is like a herd of stomping elephants. Haven't you noticed that all women here don't make a noise when they walk?"
Hermione's face contorted of anger by the insult. "Well my boots would make it seem that way."
"If you haven't noticed, Bellatrix, Virginia, and many of the other girls wear boots and don't make a noise," Narcissa sneered, annoyed by the girls defiance of learning. "Now let me demonstrate for you."
Narcissa got up, and gracefully walked across the room without a noise. She turned abruptly and pointed her finger towards Hermione. "Stand and walk towards me repeating every move I made."
Hermione began to walk as quietly as she could, but the soles of her boots clicked against the marble floor. As she reached Narcissa, she turned sharply, facing away from the elder Malfoy. All of a sudden, Hermione felt a sharp pain, and she began to crumble to the floor. Her eyes pried open to see Narcissa's face turn into that Malfoy smirk. "Every time I hear a noise from your feet, I will hit you with a spell."
Hermione recalled Cho Chang talking about how her mother would do such things to her when she didn't walk quietly or sat in a proper posture. Hermione sighed and got up from the floor quickly.
Meanwhile, in the depths of the manor, Draco focused his thoughts on his unbearable fate. He would be forced to marry the one person who he truly abhorred, and would have to fornicate with such filth. It made him shudder at the very thought making a half-bred child just for the Dark Lord to be pleased. Sometimes he detested the Dark Lord's ideas; they seemed absolutely ludicrous.
"But you must comply with whatever the Dark Lord commands," Draco said, imitating his fathers words. "Lot of bloody rubbish, that's what it is."
It wasn't as if Draco had changed sides, hell forbids he go to the side with Harry Fucking Bloody Potter, it was just that he disagreed with the Dark Lord's antics on having a half-bred heir. It was utterly absurd. Sure Potter was a half-bred and he was powerful, much to his disgust, and Lord Voldemort was a half-bred and he was a raving lunatic who had finally lost his marbles.
He had his own plan after the death of the Dark Lord. Since the lack of unicorn blood and strength, Voldemort chose to reside as Tom Riddle until his timed days were up. When the Dark Lord was out of the picture and the child was born, Draco would take control of the situation and his first action was to torture the filthy Mudblood. A twisted smirk displayed itself upon his face as he thought of what the future would hold for him.
Draco was pulled out of his pleasurable image when his skin began to burn him, calling him to his lord. Initiation of the Mudblood would occur.
It was time.
Death Eater's begun to pour into the dark room swiftly and formed a ritualistic circle around the Dark Lord. A hum settled upon the room as the candles flickered gracefully by the absence of the wind. Once the circle of darkness was complete, everyone remained silent. The Dark Lord lifted his head and withdrew his hood and stared at the crowd of minions that kneeled in front of his very eyes.
"Rise," he said in a raspy tone. "I am actually proud to say that I have found the one true heiress of Chantal de Lioness and she is here with us today. She was hidden from her heritage her whole life and many of you might know her as another. I want the utmost respect given to her for she is the girl who will accept my mark and serve us without a question."
Though many were a bit shocked at the heiress being found, no one made a sound for it was disrespect against the Dark Lord. Suddenly, Hermione sauntered into the middle of the circle and withdrew her face from the mask and hood that concealed her. A slight smirk played itself upon her face as she saw the disgusted faces before her. "Hermione, give me your forearm."
Hermione gave the Dark Lord her forearm willingly and displayed a serious look. She knew what was coming; the Dark Lord was going to invade her mind to search for any signs of treason or deceit, though none would be found. Before Serverus' untimely fate, he had taught Hermione the art of manipulating self-memories and preservation. Hermione suddenly felt her mind spin as the Dark Lord began digging his way into her mind. She fought back with the twisted memories; there was one where she attacked Harry and Ron, and that seemed to be a manipulated memory.
Once the Dark Lord was through, he looked somewhat proud. "You're ready." Voldemort began to chant and the tip of his wand had a glow of sapphire blue. He then placed the wand against Hermione's forearm, causing Hermione to flinch and jerk. It felt as though a hot needle was sizzling against her skin, burning the flesh, as if it were a muggle tattoo.
She hissed lowly though accepted her fate as it was to be. After a few moments, the burning died away and all eyes feasted upon the mark that Hermione was given. "Hermione Selene de Lioness, you're sworn to serve your Lord and those above you. You will comply with every action I want you to carry out and if you shall commit treason, you will be tortured and executed."
"I accept what consequences will be bestowed upon me if I were to commit deceit," Hermione said strongly, her eyes staring at the mark.
"Very well," Voldemort said lightly, "You're a Death Eater, and you initiate death. Tomorrow you will be tested on whether or not you will agree to my deeds. Step next to Malfoy jr."
Hermione nodded and backed away next to Draco, concealing her head with the hood once more. He seemed to use many curses in the Latin language when Hermione was by him, though Hermione pushed it off and both paid close attention to the Dark Lord.
"My followers, what you have witnessed is the beginning of a new era," the Dark Lord preached in a booming voice, "I have brought Miss de Lioness into our ranks for she will bring the next child in the world whom you will follow after I diminish for good. I have an announcement to make. On the following Friday, Miss de Lioness and Mr. Malfoy jr. are to be Wed."
Gasps of horror filled the air since it was all contained. Draco and Hermione looked into each others eyes and they matched each malicious look they gave to one another. Draco remained disgusted at the fact he would have to be wed to that wicked woman, it was absolutely degrading.
Hermione growled at the thought of being married to a Malfoy and thought she would die from the ranting of her Mother and Father-in-law and her new husband. This mission would prove to be a hard one indeed, but if it means she would finally be in the ranks of the greatest, she'd put up with it.
Kat YAY I finished, ANDDDDD It's my Birthday Happy 16th to me w00t. Not enough time and I have finals in one week EKKK and I have to take a summer class. Alright I'm out.
