Chapter 2
That's quite enough, Draco, come with me." She pulled her nephew towards the wall and they disappeared into it. Next thing he knew, Draco was being shoved into the Three
Broomsticks and force-fed some green liquid in a glass, that he hadn't the slightest idea of what it was, except for the fact that it was causing him considerable pain. Bellitrix let him sit and stew before she spoke.
"Like that?"
"No, I can't say that I did. Do you think it tastes good? Because you do seem to have a liver of steel."
"What are you…"
"I know it has alcohol in it, and I know of your excessive drinking auntie. Yes Mother told me. Don't worry your secret is safe with me."
"You ungrateful bastard!!" she spat, "Do I detect a note of anger?" he retorted.
"Here!" she shoved a paper into his hand.
Draco,
Life does not come without its sacrifices, now is your test. Death eater test that is, we will begin now. I need you to begin with imperious-ing the first animal in sight, killing the minister, Rufus Scrimgeorl, NOW. Remember me or she dies!
Commander of fear
Lord Voldemort.
Hermione leaned against the wall, her legs burning. Scratches and bruises lined her body, her eyes swollen and her arm broke.
"episky" Voldemort gave a lazy flick of his wand. She felt an excruciating pain in her arm. It mended but the hurt remained.
"You bastard,"
"Fiery, very brave, I like that, you are everything I've ever wanted, except you are not equal to me, commander of fear." Voldemort laughed, a high cold one "well I guess one favor wouldn't be unforgivable".
Hermione felt her head sear with pain as if someone had pushed thousands of needles into it. She felt a sudden demanding urge to obey every one of Voldemort's commands.
"Come" an icy voice pushed in her mind. She stepped forward with extreme resistance. "touch me."
"NO!" she resisted, No, No, NO!!
"Resistance, won't be tolerable. Come. COME!"
"NO!"
"Yes, when I want you, you want me!"
"NO!"
"YES!" the last came as such a harsh command she suddenly saw him in a beautiful light.
"I pledged my heart to someone else, though, its not right."
"COME!"
"No, I can't your liege."
"You must. COME!" she took steps towards him, feeling an irresistible urge to kiss the filthy snake. She did, and a sudden sense washed over her. She backed away.
"NO! You fucking bastard, I will never submit. No, No, NO!!" she leaned back against the wall and huddled there resisting, holding out until her savior could come."
"Who's there" the gravelly voice of Scrimgeor came from behind the door. "Hiss," came from the other side and he saw nothing more.
"Now what." Draco leaned against the mahogany doorframe
"Here" Bellitrix handed him another paper.
Draco,
Excellent, now comes the hardest part, a choice,
First drink this.
Commander of fear,
Voldemort
Hermione awoke to find Voldemort next to her stroking her hair, an angry glisten in his eyes.
"What are you doing?"
"Really, isn't it obvious?"
"Not really." Then she noticed her finger, a huge diamond set ring.
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Draco burst through the door to find Hermione huddled next to Voldemort and saw her pulling a ring off her finger.
"Hello, Draco."
"No, go leave, you're better off without me." Hermione turned her eyes away and tears left.
"Well, Draco this is something I must tell you, you normally have to pick but instead of that I've decided something else. Let her decide which man."
The two men left her in the middle.
She stood there watching the one she despised and the one she loved. She picked up a sword off the wall, and pointed it to her.
"Sorry." And a flash of silver and gold.
The end
Note from the author: sorry if my writing went down hill but I really have an excellent sequel planned and I needed this one to set it up. Sorry if I mislead you.