I don't own Harry Potter, be it series, movies or idea.

Alright, I'm back again. Sorry for the delay. Been typing alot. Now I'm just going to focus on a select few stories instead of all of them that way I may actually be able to get them finished faster.

Alright, I got a few complaints last chapter about not seeing things from the Death Eaters' points of view so I tried to make that possible here. Whenever you see the word Mudblood not within spoken quotations that means a Death Eater's thinking that way rather than it being in Hermione's point of view. If it gets too confusing, I'll just continue referring to her as only 'Hermione'. Thanks, Review!

Hermione groaned in her sleep. She was napping, but her dreams were… confusing. Random objects kept coming into view and people she recognized but couldn't quite remember continually popped up. A redheaded boy with freckles, a cloak that made things invisible, a blonde girl with large glassy eyes, an hourglass on a chain, a black-haired boy with chubby features, a large goblet with blue fire, a tall gray-haired woman with glasses and a witch's cap on, a large troll in a bathroom… the list went on for quite a bit. And the voices as well. They said things that were so familiar.

"Wingardium Leviosa."

Hermione rolled her eyes and said, "Not WINgardium LeviosA. It's WingARdium LeviOsa."

The redheaded boy glared at her and spat, "If you're so smart, why don't you do it then."

Hermione cleared her throat, rolled up her sleeves and waved her wand with a swish and flick motion. "Wingardium Leviosa." The feather before her began to float into the air and the students around her gave her looks of jealousy and anger.

Groaning, Hermione rolled over in her sleep as the dream changed.

"Good morning, class."

The sickly sweet voice made Hermione want to vomit and so she said nothing while the rest of the Gryffindors replied halfheartedly.

"Miss Granger, I believe I said 'good morning, class'. That means you should say good morning."

Hermione was very near her breaking point. If the toad woman didn't hush soon, the younger witch would be forced to hex her. Deciding to let off a bit of steam before having to head to Professor McGonagall's class after this one, Hermione turned to the teacher with a falsely sweet smile and said, "But Professor, my name isn't Class, therefore there is no reason for me to respond to you."

There was a collective gasp from the entire class as they all stared at her in utter shock. The woman's eyes got rounder and her mouth grew wider. "Detention, Miss Granger."

Feeling the Gryffindor courage taking hold, Hermione cocked her head in mock-confusion. "But your detentions normally last three to five hours, Professor. I have Transfigurations after this and you have a class to teach, surely we cannot do detention right now."

And still the woman grew more toad-like. Apparently, having a Muggleborn student verbally thwart her with a level of intelligence normally displayed in Muggle college Professors was not something the pink-wearing woman enjoyed. "I will see you tonight, eight o clock sharp, be no later. Understood?"

Hermione simply shrugged and sat down, deciding that one last sweet smile would do. "Yes Professor."

Hermione thrashed slightly in her sleep, kicking out as the dream changed once more.

"Hermione we have to!"

"No! I refuse!"

"But how are we going to get the information we need. They're threatening to lock Hagrid up again and Ron won't go with me."

"I won't either. He's a giant spider, Harry. How can he help us? Last time he attempted to eat the both of you with his fifty billion ugly, hairy children!"

Harry 'Halfblood' Potter lifted her into his arms and threw her over his shoulder, carrying her into the Forbidden Forest. "Harry, no! Put me down!"

Halfblood paid no mind as he continued deeper into the forest, making twists and turns to ensure that she couldn't find her way back on her own. Finally setting her down, Halfblood grinned at her smugly. "Ready to continue?"

"No! I'm going back to the school!"

"Good, just don't-."

Hermione turned and found herself face-to-face with eight large black eyes and a pair of hungry, venom-dripping fangs. Face going ghost white, the witch slowly backed away, raised her wand and, for lack of being able to talk coherently, stabbed it through the spider's head. It screeched in pain and fear and retreated. Had Hermione not been holding onto her wand like a lifeline, it would have been lost. Turning back around, Hermione found Halfblood half a dozen feet away, looking around.

"H-H-Harry, I-I-I'm g-g-goi-ing b-b-back t-t-t-to H-H-Hogw-warts." She breathed softly, fighting to keep from fainting lest the spider come back with friends.

"Go ahead, Hermione, I'll be right with you."

Nodding, Hermione made her way through the Forbidden Forest and after what felt like several hours, she made it through to Hagrid's hut and, feeling a burst of relief, she shot for the school, not caring whether points were taken or detention given. She made it to the large oak doors, opened them and shot for the staircase, racing through the halls until she made it to the Fat Lady's portrait.

"Where have you been then?" the large portrait demanded. Hermione completely ignored her and sat down in front of her, leaning against the wall to catch her breath.

Shooting bolt upright, Hermione gasped for breath, looking around and trying to let her eyes adjust to the darkness of the cellar. Looking down at herself, the young witch cocked her head in confusion. "Those people, the school… that was me?"

Just then, the door opened and Bellatrix walked in. She surveyed the young witch and cocked her head. Why is she simply sitting there? Surely this is not some childish staring game? Mudbloods are so strange. Continuing to watch the girl, Bellatrix saw her expression change from one of confusion to one of understanding. What was she thinking of?

Jumping into the girl's mind, Bellatrix found her remembering a dream which happened to be her old memories. Pulling out, Bellatrix grinned. She is remembering, which means information on the Order will be very simple and easy to gain.

Stepping forward, Bellatrix watched the filth whip her head around and grin. What is she smiling for? I've not even done anything yet.

"Mistress Bellatrix!" Hermione bounced over and stood before the black-haired witch, large brown eyes looking up at her eagerly. Another lesson today? I hope so.

Making her voice smooth and cooing, Bellatrix gave the Mudblood a sweet smile. "Hello, Pet. Are you ready to begin your lessons?" The girl nodded her head quickly, her eyes twinkling in anticipation. I have never seen a child so eager to learn. She somewhat reminds me of myself when I was her age. Interesting. If only her blood status weren't so poor.

Turning, the Dark Witch led the younger through the hallways. Several Death Eaters stopped to stare at the naked witch following Bellatrix obediently.

"Oi, Bellatrix!" Fenrir called, his yellowish eyes trained on Hermione's slender throat. "Mind if I take her for a bit? Seems you've trained her like a pup. Maybe she won't struggle as much now."

Bellatrix sniffed. "You really think I would let something so tainted touch what is mine?"

"It's not like it would be for long." Macnair stated, walking up as well and surveying Hermione. "Have you been workin' her? She's quite filled out, looks strong. I'd love to take those legs for a ride."

Bellatrix drew her wand and aimed it right at the man's chest as Hermione moved behind her in fear. "You will not touch her. She is mine."

Fenrir continued to eye Hermione, drool dripping from his yellowed teeth as he focused on the pulsing vein at her neck. What a wonderful pack member she would make. So strong and she's not afraid to be naked. Perhaps just one bite would do, though I would have to bite her other places first. Just the thought of feeling her beneath me…

Hermione grew increasingly uncomfortable with his gaze and turned her eyes away.

"Mistress, he is staring at me. Why?"

"Because he wants you as his, Pet. Do not worry, he will not touch you."

"I want him to stop." Hermione lifted her gaze to Fenrir again and her eyes grew black. He cocked his head in confusion at the sudden change in color. Is she another type of creature? I don't smell anything on her blood.

Hermione felt the uncomfortable feeling heighten the longer the man looked at her and she raised her hand. "Stop looking at me."

Fenrir cocked an eyebrow before screaming out in fear as everything went black. Bellatrix cocked her head in confusion as she and the Death Eaters around watched the werewolf grasp his face and roar in fury and fear. "She blinded me!" Fenrir snarled, waving his head from side to side. "That filthy disgraceful wretch blinded me!"

Interesting. Bellatrix mused. The Mudblood can use wandless magic better than I thought. She may be more valuable than I thought she was.

Getting tired of Fenrir's screaming, Bellatrix rolled her eyes and waved her wand, restoring his sight. When his eyes adjusted to the sudden light, Fenrir leaped for Hermione. The younger witch screeched and streaked down the hall, the werewolf giving chase.

Hermione ducked and dodged several Death Eaters who were watching in confused shock as she darted past. Fenrir barreled through his comrades, not bothering to swerve or duck around them. This, naturally, slowed him down as he had to frequently untangle his limbs from those of other Death Eaters. Hermione glanced back and ended up slamming into someone.

She looked up to see Lucius Malfoy glaring at her with Narcissa right at his side. Hermione leaped at Narcissa, clinging to the blonde witch and startling her to the point of making her stumble slightly. Fenrir moved closer as Lucius surveyed his wife, who had a young woman wrapped around her chest and head. The girl definitely looked familiar.

Raising an eyebrow, the blonde man turned to Fenrir. "What is the meaning of this?" he demanded.

"She used wandless magic to blind me." Fenrir growled. "Someone restored my sight. The bitch sure knows how to run, I'll tell you that much."

Suddenly, the werewolf fell to the floor, writhing and screaming in agony. Out of the crowd of surrounding Death Eaters stepped Bellatrix, her wand aimed right for Fenrir as her black eyes glared at him coldly. "You don't touch her." She snarled. "She is mine."

"Then learn to control her!" Fenrir shouted through his pain.

Bellatrix held the curse while she turned her eyes to her sister, who was trying vainly to pull the Mudblood off of her. "Bella, get it off me!" Narcissa shouted.

"Mudblood." Bellatrix called.

Hermione immediately perked up, turning her head to see Bellatrix watching her. Jumping down from Narcissa, Hermione raced for Bellatrix instead, hugging her tightly. The Dark Witch, to her credit, didn't fall over or lose concentration on the Curse she was casting, but she did let out a muffled grunt at the impact of the younger witch's body.

Slowly lifting the Curse, Bellatrix peeled the cowering Mudblood off of her. Tossing the girl onto the floor, Bellatrix turned her wand on her. "You." She hissed. "Why was I not told you knew intermediate wandless magic? That was a spell more complex than the aguamenti…"

Hermione clutched her head with a grunt and Bellatrix nodded her head to Narcissa, ordering her sister to delve into the girl's mind. Narcissa did as told, wrinkling her nose at the platforms and grids she saw around her. Looking to the memory being recalled, she found that she was actually sucked into it as it played.

Ignoan Mulciber advanced on the shaking Mudblood, his face clear of emotion aside from curiosity as he surveyed her crumpled form. Whatever Macnair had done to her, it had been brutal. The Mudblood looked up at him with frightened eyes and Mulciber smiled, conjuring a knife from a nearby brick in the wall.

"I suppose a bit of blood sport wouldn't hurt, eh, Mudblood?" he asked softly.

The Mudblood let out a soft sob and crawled as far from him as she possibly could, but Mulciber continued strolling toward her, using the knife to pick his own fingernails.

"Please, no." the Mudblood whimpered pathetically, looking around for any escape and praying that one would magically appear (pun intended).

"I didn't appreciate such an elaborate derivative of the Stunning Spell. Could've killed me you could've. I think you deserve to know what your version feels like."

Mudblood felt the first slash across her chest and shrieked in pain and horror. Narcissa grinned as she watched Mulciber give her quick, painful, precise slices all along her body, going so far as to cut across her face, damaging her eye to the point of blindness.

However, something strange happened. Mudblood felt a rush of warmth within her and she remembered back to all of the long nights when she was teaching herself wandless magic, starting with small charms and working her way into the stronger enchantments until she could effectively produce a wandless Patronus from her finger without summoning a single happy thought.

She's very strong. Narcissa thought to herself as she watched what the Mudblood would do next. Facing Mulciber with determination in her gaze, the brave little swot raised her finger and thought calmly, Stupefy.

Mulciber's eyes widened in utter shock as the red jet hit his chest before he crumpled to the ground. He was a smart man to leave his wand outside of the room. Had he not, he probably would have been dead and the Mudblood would be walking free. But as she didn't know the password to unlock the door, she was trapped until someone came in and Mulciber awoke, glaring at her angrily. Casting a crude wandless Cruciatus, he growled, "No more wandless magic, girly. You won't be able to get out and if you kill even one Death Eater your fate is sealed. You might just want to deal with it."

"Mulciber, it's gonna be my turn soon!"

"Comin', Mate." Mulciber called, lifting the curse on the Mudblood and heading to the door in an angry huff.

Narcissa pulled out of the memory and showed it to her sister. Bellatrix smirked at the suddenly embarrassed Mulciber. "Really, Ignoan?" she cackled happily. "A Mudblood bested you with a Stunner?"

"Oh stuff it, Bellatrix. You would have been taken off guard had you been in my place."

"True enough, I suppose, though I would have issued a much harsher punishment." Mulciber huffed and walked back up the corridor, followed by the majority of the Death Eaters around them. It was about then that Lucius finally recognized the girl.

"Ah, the Mudblood we've all had our fun with." He chuckled. Right fun she was. So youthful. Almost reminded me of the old times with Narcy. Except much, much rougher. Served her right, constantly besting my Draco at his schooling. A Mudblood swot, how absurd!

"Yes, Lucius." Bellatrix stated with a manic grin plastered to her lips. "Cissy and I are training her."

"Good luck with that. She may be a swot, but she is very bad at knowing who her superiors are, constantly besting Draco in his schooling."

"Lucius, you are simply more offended by the fact that, not only is she a Mudblood, but she is female as well." Narcissa scoffed, turning contemptuous blue eyes on him. His steel grey stared back for a moment before the blonde man stormed away.

"Bella, I am not up for teaching the Mudblood right now." Narcissa sighed, turning to her sister. "I have a massive headache."

"Another fight with Lucius?" Bellatrix inquired, her eyes softening in a look she only reserved for her sister.

"Yes. He was actually talking about this very girl and we got into an argument about the fact that it wasn't just the racism, but the sexism as well. Not only was a Mudblood besting our son, but a female Mudblood at that. He thought it absurd that a woman could be smart enough to beat Draco and I had to remind him that you were above his position to the Dark Lord."

"Well done, Cissy. I will let you go rest then while I take Mudblood for her next lesson."

"Thank you, Bella."

As Narcissa moved off along the hall, Bellatrix led Mudblood to the room they had been in earlier. Mudblood dutifully sat down on the floor in the exact same spot as before and looked up at her Mistress curiously. Bellatrix grinned happily at the fact that the girl was so well-trained already.

"Alright Mudblood. We shall work a bit more on your etiquette." Mudblood cocked her head to the side, her eyes wide with wonder and confusion. "When you are walking down the hall and you see myself or Narcissa coming, what is it you do?"

Mudblood ducked her head as she tried to think of an answer. "Do I bow, Mistress?"

Bellatrix cackled softly. "Very close, Pet. No, you kneel with your head down to show your submission. You kneel before no one but Narcissa, the Dark Lord or myself, understood?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Now, if you see one of the other Death Eaters, what do you do?"

Mudblood gulped and asked, "Bow my head as a sign of respect?" Bellatrix raised an eyebrow. "They are my superiors, are they not, Mistress?"

"Indeed they are, pet. Very insightful for a Mudblood." Bellatrix tapped her chin recalling what she and Narcissa had spoken of earlier.

"Alright, now that that's sorted out, what about her duties as a Mudblood?"

"Sex, serving food, carrying out errands-. Not outside the gates… around the Manor… delivering notices, organizing the books in the library…"

Nodding to herself, the Dark Witch turned her gaze back to the girl at her feet. The little witch was gazing up at her in almost childish wonder and it made Bellatrix simply want to laugh, seeing such a look on a seventeen-year-old girl's face.

"Now, my pet, we are going to work on your tasks to do around the manor."

"Tasks, Mistress?"

"You will carry out errands around the Manor. Stand, Pet, and come with me."

Hermione obediently stood and followed after the Dark Witch as Bellatrix began leading her through the hallways. Bellatrix took Hermione throughout the Manor, pointing out different places for her to memorize. Coming to the Drawing Room, Bellatrix stopped. "This is where meetings with the Dark Lord are held. You don't go in here unless the door is open, understood?"

"Yes, Mistress Bellatrix." Hermione replied.

"And what do you do when you first see the Dark Lord?" Bellatrix inquired.

"I kneel before him, Mistress."

"Good pet. Come along."

Hermione trailed Bellatrix to a door in the next hallway. It was painted black with hints of green and silver. "This, is my bedroom." Bellatrix stated, motioning for Hermione to enter.

The lighter brunette slowly opened the door and looked around. Everything was pristine, from the lacquer-black walls to the silver and green drapes to the spider web themed bedspread and mahogany bed. Hermione stared at the room in wonder. Despite the obvious darkness surrounding nearly every object in the place, it looked very beautiful to the seventeen-year-old's eyes. It fit her mistress very well, seeming to capture the mirth and regality of her mistress' personality.

Hermione turned to find Bellatrix watching her. "It is very beautiful, Mistress." She murmured, gazing once more at the canopy bed and draperies.

"Indeed it is." Bellatrix said lowly, as if to herself. No one had ever called her room beautiful. Most had simply stuck with dark, dangerous or deranged, which suited her personality as well as her bedroom. Clearing her throat to clear her thoughts, the darker brunette motioned to the Mudblood and they exited. "You will clean my room every morning. Narcissa will introduce you to the head elves tomorrow so that they can teach you how to be silent and productive, understood?"

"Yes, Mistress Bellatrix." Hermione replied, positively bouncing with glee.

Bellatrix nodded and escorted Hermione back to the cellar, taking care to ward the doors because she knew some of the other Death Eaters, having seen Hermione, would try to get at her again and Bellatrix was none too fond of sharing her possessions, especially not this one. Leaving for her room once more, the Dark Witch thought on the girl's strange behavior.

She will definitely be a force to be reckoned with if we can convert her to our ways. Wandless magic so powerful should only be seen in a pureblood, but having the smartest witch of her age on our side will make due just fine, no matter how filthy the blood. The Order will fall this time.

Cackling to herself at that, Bellatrix settled down for sleep, knowing exactly what she was going to do tomorrow.

"Please Professor, there must be something you can do to find her?" Ginny pleaded with Professor Dumbledore as Luna stood behind her, wide glassy eyes filled with worry.

"Miss Weasley, I'm sorry, but there is no way to get to Miss Granger at this time. The Order's forces are not nearly large enough to even look for her, let alone get her if she is even still alive."

Ginny's jaw tightened to a painful point when he said that. She is alive, you old fool! She wanted to scream. If you would just listen to me for a moment, you'd understand how important it is for us to find her! Instead, Ginny took a deep breath and said, "Yes, Professor. Sorry to have wasted your time."

Professor Dumbledore nodded and watched the two girls leave, wondering at what he had seen within Ginevra's mind. She believes so strongly that Hermione Granger is still alive. Perhaps if I asked Severus about it… Nodding his head, the white-bearded man sent a Patronus out to his fellow teacher. Within minutes, Severus Snape swirled into the room, his eyes surveying Dumbledore curiously.

"Yes, Headmaster?"

"Severus, is there news on Hermione Granger?"

"Yes, Dumbledore. Apparently the little swot has been broken, but in a way we didn't expect."

"How so, Severus?"

"She seems to have reverted back to being almost like a child. According to Bellatrix's thoughts, which are not easy to siphon through, by the way, Miss Granger has retained her immense intelligence, but her mind has blocked off nearly all of her memories."

"How intriguing. Do you know what they plan to do with her?"

"They are training her to be their servant. She is being put through training by Narcissa Malfoy and Bellatrix Black to be a faithful servant to the Dark Lord's most faithful. Did you know that she taught herself wandless magic?"

"What?" Dumbledore asked in surprise.

"Something you didn't know, headmaster?" Severus sneered. "It seems ever since her Second year, Hermione Granger had been teaching herself wandless magic within the walls of Hogwarts. She is so powerful that she can produce a Patronus without a single happy thought in her head. She simply has to quickly clear her mind and say the incantation."

"She truly is a very powerful witch."

"We must get her back, Headmaster, before the Dark Lord realizes the true extent of her power."

"What do you mean, Severus?"

"I didn't call her an insufferable know-it-all for nothing, Headmaster. There is only a select group of people that can fight against Hermione Granger and walk away without a mark, there are fewer normal wizards and even the seventh years cannot do it. And that is when she is calm and simply practice-dueling. When she is angry, she becomes a force to be reckoned with. Think about if she has no control over that anger. The control she had here was the only thing stopping her from ripping the school apart every time she was upset. Take away that control and no one stands a chance."

Dumbledore thought on the extent of his words and realized that he was right. Hermione Granger had impeccable control over her magic, to the poinit of being a ball of energy whenever she was upset, but she never released that energy. If she no longer had that control and she was being trained by the most infamous witches in the Wizard World… no one would be safe from the Dark Lord.

Snape noticed that Dumbledore had reached the same conclusion he had and together the two men stated, "We must get her back."

Hermione grunted and whimpered in her sleep as more memories assaulted her. A dark-skinned Mudblood boy, an Irish wizard, a dark-skinned African girl with plaited braid, another girl who looked just like the first with a blue tie rather than a red one, several people on broomsticks in silver and green robes, a large ball called a bludger, a small elf with large ears and a high voice, a room with large dummies all around, a large man with lots of hair… so many faces, so many people…

Hermione attempted to duck as the jinx came at her, but she had no luck as it hit her square in the mouth. Crying out, she held her hand to her mouth and looked for any escape. The Weasel pulled her hand away from her mouth before she could get away and showed her mouth to all of the Slytherins.

Moron! She though in panic as she looked once more for a way out.

Racing to the Hospital Wing, she simply showed Madame Pomfrey her teeth and the nurse nodded, sitting her down at a bed and attending to Goyle. Hermione felt her teeth nearly reaching her breast before the nurse finally made it to her. She could feel the hurt she felt.

How could Ron be so stupid as to move my hand away with the Slytherins right there? How could Professor Snape be such a cruel man to me? Why is it always me? I always get the backlash.

Hermione whimpered, tears falling down her cheeks as she rolled over in her sleep and the dream changed.

Hermione stared at her reflection and wondered what to do with herself. She was completely naked in front of the mirror, trying to figure out how to get ready for the ball. Deciding to go from top to bottom, she pulled out a special potion to make her hair straight and began applying it to the bushy curls; in a matter of minutes her hair was soaked in the substance and she let it set to dry before beginning on her face. Gently applying a small amount of blush, Hermione added glitter sparkle above her eyes and tan eyeliner to accentuate her brown eyes. Spraying a bit of coconut-scented perfume on her neck, the brunette rubbed it onto her wrists. Moving lower, Hermione donned a white corset with black frills at the hem and red lace on the top. she moved into her boy briefs and pulled the dress out of the box.

She had bought it because it was a nice dress, but some of the details about it weren't quite right. First off, there was a large bow at the waist that made it look too girly. Hermione meticulously severed the bow and repaired the stitching. Then she changed the dress' color from ugly gray to a deep crimson. Scanning it, she tried again for a baby blue color. Again, it didn't suit her liking, so Hermione changed it once more to a shimmering pink. It was almost perfect. The only thing that had to be done was to make the sleeves shorter. Eyeing the lacy material around the shoulders, Hermione decided that those would be enough and no sleeves were needed. Severing the sleeves, Hermione let the lacy material flow and surveyed the dress.

Nodding to herself, Hermione checked her hair. Taking it out of the ponytail she'd put it in, Hermione let it flow down her back and found that it was completely straight. Smiling, she began braiding it, letting the braid go all the way down her back before flipping it to the front. Hermione grinned and looked at the time; to her surprise, the clock was just going on six. She had an hour before the ball started and she had been getting ready for two hours. Shrugging, Hermione went back to preparing.

Now that her hair had been done, she painted her nails a nice light pink color to match the shimmering color of her dress. Grinning she charmed them dry and gently slipped into her dress. Twirling in front of the mirror, Hermione couldn't have been happier with her reflection. Slipping into a pair of pink flats, she nodded and began thinking about what was to happen that night. Smiling happily, Hermione slowly crept out into the common room for a moment and looked around at everyone before deciding to go back up to her room to await the stroke of seven fifty-five.

When it was time and Hermione heard no more voices in the common room, she slipped down the stairs and glided down the hall to the grand staircase. Appearing at the top, she smiled down at everyone, showing off the teeth that she had gotten straightened. The hall hushed slightly as murmuring ensued about her appearance and Hermione couldn't help but feel proud of herself for managing to get such a reaction.

Hermione groaned, sighing at the much happier memory, the tears still on her cheeks, but no longer flowing.

Hermione whimpered as she felt perfect teeth nipping at her jugular. Moaning happily she rolled her head to the side to give the person more access to her throat and was rewarded by those same teeth digging into the side of her neck. "Oh Fleur." She groaned, her hand coming up to tangle in blonde locks happily.

"Ma Cherie, you taste so… good." The throaty French accent sent Hermione's body aflame and she quickly pulled the blonde up for a passionate kiss, panting heavily as she thrust her tongue into the other girl's mouth. Suddenly, a gasp filled the air and Hermione pulled back to see a flash of red disappearing down the hall. Noting that it was too short to be one of the boys, Hermione felt her heart tug to know it had been Ginny.

Fleur had watched the girl run off and turned to Hermione. "A friend of yours?" she inquired.

"Yeah…" Hermione felt her heart tug again and looked up to the smiling French witch.

"Go to her. I understand."

"Thank you, Fleur. I'll talk to you soon."

"Oui, ma cherie. Just make sure to tell me before'and whezzer or not I am allowed to kiss you upon greeting." With a wink and a wave, Fleur was gone and Hermione quickly went after Ginny.

Bellatrix cocked her head to the side at the memories. None of them having anything to do with the order, but very informative nonetheless. So she was having an affair with the blonde Veela, but left the Veela for the Weasel girl to confess her love? Such an odd Mudblood I have. Deciding that now was as good a time as any, Bellatrix raised her wand and issued a loud bang. Instantly, the Mudblood lying on the floor jumped to her feet in a fighting stance before turning her attention and smiling at Bellatrix.

"Good morning, Mistress!" Hermione beamed, bouncing over and kneeling in front of the black-haired witch.

"Look at you, such an obedient pet. You remembered your lesson from yesterday."

"Yes Mistress." Hermione replied, waiting for a signal to stand. Bellatrix tapped her head and Hermione stood, her eyes sparkling in delight at what was going to happen today. "Do I get to see the elves today, Mistress?" she inquired, energy just bubbling off of her.

"Indeed you do, pet. But first, Mistress Bellatrix is feeling frisky. I'm thinking we should teach you how to please your mistress before talking with the elves." Hermione followed her mistress in confusion, wondering what the Dark Witch meant when she said that. Coming to the classroom, Bellatrix smiled wickedly at the Mudblood's innocent look and stated, "You are a Mudblood, correct?"

"Yes Mistress." Hermione replied dutifully.

"Most Mudblood's are whores because they cannot get anywhere in the Wizard World due to blood status." Bellatrix lied smoothly. "You are fortunate enough that I happened upon you otherwise, that would be your fate as well. You are going to please me."

"P-please you, Mistress? But how do I do that?" The look of utter bewilderment upon the girl's face was enough to make Bellatrix cackle with glee.

"I will show you, pet. You see, Muddy, I am going to derive my pleasure from you. All you have to do is lie down and let me do as I wish. Understood?"

Hermione gulped, but when she looked up at Bellatrix, her eyes were full of trust. "Yes, Mistress Bellatrix, I understand."

Bellatrix had to force herself to swallow at such a look. No one ever looked at her that way anymore. "Lie down, Muddy." Hermione did as told and Bellatrix surveyed her intently.

"Alright, Mudblood, are you ready?"

Hermione nodded. "Yes Mistress Bellatrix."

Bellatrix climbed atop her submissive pet and began kissing roughly at her throat. Hermione whimpered slightly and twitched. Massaging a perky breast, Bellatrix's fingers rubbed, pinched and tweaked a pink peak before she kissed down her body and wrapping her mouth around the other nipple. Hermione's head fell back as a loud moan escaped her. Heat was rushing to the place between her legs and tingles erupted all over her body. Bellatrix moved back and forth between the two peaks as Hermione moaned and writhed beneath her, panting from the ecstasy rushing through her.

Finally, one of Bellatrix's hands traveled down Hermione's body, delving between her legs and swiftly entering her with two fingers. The younger girl's body jerked and her hands clenched instinctively; one tangled in her own hair and the other grasped Bellatrix's back needily. Bellatrix smirked at her pet, thrusting steadily and twisting her wrist so as to literally screw the lighter brunette senseless. The tingles within Hermione's body were getting stronger and coming from everywhere now, even her head.

Suddenly, Hermione froze and Bellatrix felt her walls clenching down on her fingers. Her back arched and her eyes rolled as her body shook and warm liquid gushed over Bellatrix's fingers. The Dark Witch waited until the girl had released her fingers before sucking them and suppressing a moan at the absolute sweetness of the nectar. Hermione was shaking from aftershocks and Bellatrix didn't make it any better by going down and licking her clean.

"T-that didn't feel l-like what Mister Dolohov did to m-me." Hermione murmured, looking up at her mistress breathlessly.

"That's because men don't know how to please a woman. They only think of what they like rather than trying to get into our heads to find out what we like."

Hermione nodded in understanding and Bellatrix went about tidying herself up. Narcissa strode into the room a moment later and glanced at the still weak girl on the floor and sighed.

"Scourgify."

Hermione felt herself get cleaned and slowly got to her knees in front of Narcissa.

"Really, Bella, you couldn't clean her before I came in?"

Bellatrix shrugged, brushing herself off calmly. "Are you ready to take her to meet the elves?"

"Yes, Prance is ready for her."

"Make it quick. The Dark Lord expects to see her at the meeting in half an hour."

"Understood Bella. Come along, Mudblood."

"Coming, Miss Narcissa." Hermione hugged Bellatrix good bye and bounced after the blonde witch, leaving a stunned black-haired Dark Witch in her wake. Trailing after Miss Narcissa, Hermione watched the Death Eaters around her warily. After the day before, she was not taking any chances with the men around her, keeping close to Narcissa.

Narcissa took the Mudblood to the kitchens and called, "Prance!"

An elf with a towel wrapped around her waist and a shredded pillowcase around her chest appeared and bowed to Narcissa. "Yes, Miss?" the elf inquired.

"This is our new Mudblood slave." Narcissa told the elf calmly, gesturing to Hermione. "We need you to teach her how to be… like the house elves. To be silent and unseen in order to clean Miss Bella's room."

Hermione's ears tingled. Miss Bella? That's pretty. Bella. Bella. Bella… The name roved around in her mind for a while as Narcissa explained the situation to Prance.

"Mudblood." Hermione snapped to attention as Narcissa turned to her.

"Yes, Miss Narcissa?" Hermione inquired.

"You are going to meet with Prance tomorrow morning to go over the majority. For now, she is going to teach you the basics, understood?"

"Yes, Miss Narcissa." The brunette replied excitedly.

"Yous be comin' this way, Miss." Prance told her, taking her hand and leading her to a more secluded place of the kitchen. "Alright, Miss, you be having you wand?"

"Wand?" Hermione cocked her head. "No, I don't have my wand."

"Well yous need it to be apparating, Miss."

"Apparate?" Hermione inquired.

"Like this, Miss." Prance snapped her fingers and disappeared before reappearing behind Hermione with a soft popping sound.

The startled witch turned and asked, "How did you do that?"

"That be apparatin', Miss." Prance replied, feeling slightly prideful that she was being gawked at in awe.

"Can I learn that?"

"Sure, Miss. Just be thinkin' of a place you wanna go, Miss, and you be there, Miss. I thinks wizards and witches have to turn on the spot though, Miss."

Narcissa watched curiously, wondering how well the Mudblood would do on her first try. Hermione nodded to Prance and slowly thought of a place. Without thinking, Mistress Bellatrix's room came to mind and Hermione turned, feeling herself begin suffocating as she did so. When she came out of the suffocating darkness, she fell to her knees, gasping for breath. Suddenly, an excruciating pain hit her and she shook and screamed for mercy. A black hair-lined face appeared above her as the curse was lifted and Hermione brightened at the sight of her mistress.

"What are you doing here?" the Dark Witch demanded, her wand at the ready.

"I was learning how to apparate, Mistress." The lighter brunette replied, slowly getting to her knees.

"Why?"

"So that I could be like the elves. Able to go anywhere to clean and help."

Bellatrix sighed and lifted the Mudblood. "Come along, I'm certain my sister is wondering where you've gone."

Hermione held tight to Bellatrix as she was taken down to the kitchens, Death Eaters staring in shock to see their comrade and the most psychotic, evil witch in the Wizarding World, carrying a Mudblood down the hall. Bellatrix arrived at the kitchens and found Narcissa questioning Prance on where the Mudblood had gone. Narcissa raised her wand to curse the elf, but Bellatrix called, "Cissy!"

The blonde witch turned and let out a breath of relief at seeing the Mudblood in her sister's arms. "Where did you find her, Bella?"

"She apparated into my room." the Dark Witch replied.

"Mudblood, is that where you intended to be?" Narcissa inquired, turning her gaze to the Mudblood in her sister's arms.

"Yes, I imagined Mistress Bellatrix's bedroom, like Prance told me to and then I turned and suffocated."

"Did you splinch?"

"Splinch?" Hermione cocked her head, not recognizing the term.

Narcissa raked her eyes over the Mudblood's form and found that she was completely unharmed, she was fine. "Bella, she didn't splinch herself."

"So?" Bellatrix inquired, raising an eyebrow.

"Bella, that was her first time apparating."

Bellatrix's eyes widened in utter shock and she stared hard at the Mudblood. Her first time apparating and she made it from here to my bedroom. Most students can't even make it to the hoop the first time. She must be one exceptional Mudblood in order to be able to do that.

"Cissy," Bellatrix cleared her throat. "I'm going to go take the Mudblood to get dressed, understood?"

"Yes, Bella. I'll stay here and go over the plans for her teachings with Pance."

Bellatrix nodded and carried Hermione back up to her bedroom. Sifting through her old clothing, the Dark Witch came up with an old skirt and a tank top of sorts. Shredding the skirt slightly, she tossed it to the Mudblood along with the tank top. The Mudblood slowly picked up the garments and eyed them distastefully. Watching to see what the girl would do, Bellatrix stared in surprise as the girl used a wandless sliving hex to cut the skirt much shorter and do the same with the tank top, slipping into both. The top was now little more than a bra and the skirt just barely reached midthigh.

Shaking her head to clear her shock, Bellatrix picked the girl back up and carried her through the halls once more, heading to see the man that would make or break the girl's fate. Or so she thought.

There y'all go. Hermione's getting her lessons and Bellatrix is having fun. We see a bit of what Dumbledore and Snape are thinking of. What do they mean, Hermione's more powerful than Dumbledore himself thought? Could the Dark Lord really know about it? Find out next chapter! Just make sure to review for me, my fine people.

Also, kudos to anyone who recognizes that scene with Hermione preparing for the Yule Ball.