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Spinning Straight For Chaos

Last Time- "Now that you are here, Hermione we can talk about my proposal?" Voldemort began. Well have a seat, Hermione." Hermione sat down on a green couch reluctantly, with Nicias.

"What do you mean by my services?" Hermione asked, genuinely curious.

"I mean you could give us valuable information from the light side." He suggested.

"So you're saying I would betray the light side, other wise known as my friends?" Hermione asked slowly, as she narrowed her eyes at his dark figure.

"So you're saying you won't join us?" He drawled coldly.

"Never!!"

Chapter 10: Deals With The Devil

Angrily Hermione ran out of her room and down another hall, where she thought the exit, might be.

"Hermione!" Draco called after her. "Hermione come back!" While running she look behind her to check for people and promptly feel into a pair of arms, landing against their muscular chest.

She inhaled the person's cologne, in surprise. That's Draco cologne...I can't believe he caught up to me and then I ran into him like that! She felt embarrassed. "I..Draco, sor.." Hermione tried to find the right words to apologize, thinking she had just run into Draco. After all he had called after her when she ran and he knew the passage ways much better than her.

He grabbed her chin and she saw his face.

"You!" She exclaimed, her embarrassment turning to rage.

"Me." Nicias confirmed.

"Let go of me you disgusting pig!" She said trying to jerk her chin out of his grasp.

"Afraid I can't do that."

Hermione struggled to get out of his grip, but it was impossible.

"Where are you off to?" He questioned knowingly.

"Nowhere of your concern! Now get you dirty hands off me!" She shouted, but it didn't affect him at all.

"Not until you tell me where you were going?" He told her, amused by the struggle.

"Fine! I was trying to escape! Now release me!" She growled.

"The entrance is that way." He told her pointing in the opposite direction. "However, I have a better place that we could go...Pet." He kissed her forehead affectionately, much to Hermione's dislike.

"How bout not. Thanks though." She smiled sarcastically. "And don't you ever kiss me again, you sick-!"

He decided that she really needed to stop talking, so he kissed her full on the lips, again. She was more than surprised. Hermione reacted quickly. Smack! His cheek burned red and had a hand imprint on it. He looked beyond furious.

"I really don't like where this is going..."Hermione whispered fearfully. She squeaked as he tightened his gripped on her waist, so now they were standing side by side, with his arm around her waist.

"Let me show you just how far I will go." He seethed and began walking. She hesitated to follow him and he squeezed her hip painfully. She had to give in and walk.

They went up some stair cases that she didn't recognized and turned left down a dark hall way. After passing some paintings and a few doors, he entered a room. The room was decorated mainly in black.

Nicias shoved her in the room and locked the door.

"Nicias...please let me go."

"But, Hermione, we have to get ready for tonight."

"I'll pass."

"Sorry that's not an option." He said making his way towards her. "Now take off your heels."

"No!"

"Now...please."

"I said no!"

"Do it, or I'll do it for you!" He threatened, not wanting to deal with her attitude and resistance.

"Fine then!" Hermione smirked. She kicked them off forcefully and one missed his leg by mere inches, while the other heel hit his head with a loud 'thump'. "Oops, my bad."

"Granger!" He walked towards her and she hit the back wall, not being able to get any further from him. He pressed against her. "Do you want to know how dangerous I can be?" Hermione's breath's were short and fast.

"How far do you want to go...Love." He whispered slowly in her ear, as his breath touched upon her skin. She tried to resist, but he wouldn't move. He pinned her arms above their heads with one hand and flicked his wand with the other hand. Suddenly Hermione's wrists were in chains above her head. She was barely able to move them.

Nicias smirked. "I'll be right back, honey. Don't go anywhere now."

"As if I could!" She spat.

Nicias came back minutes later with Voldemort, his inner circle, and...Draco and Blaise. NO! All three thought simultaneously.

"Good job, Batoi." Voldemort praised him. "So the mudblood did what I predicted?"

"Yes, my Lord."

"Hermione, Hermione, Hermione...what am I going to do with you?" He paused for a moment.

"Go to hell!" Hermione spat, tugging at her chains.

"You know I will have to keep a close eye on you. You won't easily be loyal, at least not to me. So, how can you serve me properly?" He paced in front of her.

"I will never serve you, you pathetic excuse for a wizard!" She screamed.

Voldemort's eyes changed to slits and he looked menacingly at her. He smiled cruelly. "I have been thinking for a long time, what Potter will say when he realizes his best friend has betrayed him."

Hermione stood her ground defensively."I'm not scared of you and I will never serve you, even if you mark me, you sick, twisted, snake!"

"Very well. Draco, Nicias, and Blaise stay. Everyone else leave until I summon you again." He ordered.

Draco looked stunned. Hermione why did you have to be so stubborn and defy him so much? Don't you realize you will only get in more trouble...

After everyone left Nicias spoke again. "Personally it would give me great honor to mark Potter's down fall."

"Well if you must." Voldemort said, carefully gaging Draco's reaction.

Nicias stepped forward. "Cozy, hun."

"Stay the hell away from me!" Hermione's stomach clenched.

Nicias began to walk towards her and suddenly Hermione made a swift kick catching his side, and he groaned in pain. Nonetheless he began to advance further, and received a kick to the nose. Crack!

Hermione had broken his nose. She visibly saw Draco smirk, in her favor, and she smiled slightly too.

"That's it! Chimancio!" Nicias was furious, and after he said that spell Hermione's ankles were bound by chains, like her wrists were.

Voldemort smirked when he noticed Draco stiffen at this action. Draco's has feelings for her...Just too perfect.

Slowly Nicias went to Hermione and traced her cheek bone lightly. She squirmed from his touch.

Blaise was surprised. It was like a movie scene, unfolding before them; unfortunately it involved one of the most skilled and trained young death eaters touching Draco's 'girl'.

Nicias's hands went around Hermione and slowly felt her back, ripping her dress around her waist, as he went. Hermione tried smashing his hands into the wall, but if she leaned forward at all she was touching him even more. It was useless though, she had lost her power when her ankles had been chained.

Draco's eye were becoming colder and harder by the second.

Nicias tore Hermione's dress, revealing her smooth stomach down to her low hips.

By now Draco's face had darkened significantly, and Hermione glared at Nicias. Then she glared at Blaise and Draco, however they didn't understand why.

"Maybe Blaise should have the honor." Nicias said.

"Touch me and die, Zabini!" She threatened.

"I don't think you are in the position to make threats, dear."

"Quit calling me sweetie, and love, and dear, and any other pet names you can come up with, you creep!" Hermione growled in frustration.

"No." Hermione groaned angrily.

That little-...Hermione was cut off from her thoughts as Blaise's smooth hands grazed her hip, but he never once looked up at her. Blaise stepped back.

"I think this really isn't my right, my Lord." Draco moved to the other side of the room, clearly affronted by Blaise giving in so easily, when he knew Hermione was his!

"Draco, what do you think?" Voldemort asked cautiously.

"Why mark her at all? What if someone sees it? No one would believe that Granger of the Golden Trio would betray Potter, let alone to his arch enemy." Draco remarked, his anger getting the better of him.

"Who would see it?" Nicias asked. "Well besides me I mean."

"Batoi, why would you see it? For one you don't go to Hogwarts and two who in their right mind would even consider being with you?" Draco retorted.

"Malfoy, Batoi, stop!" Hissed Voldemort.

"Well someone needs to mark the mudblood." Nicias commented.

"Yes...Draco!" The Dark Lord commanded.

"What?!" He shouted and then corrected himself. "...My Lord."

"To prove your loyalty prior to your marking you will mark Hermione." He raised his eyebrows, indicating whether or not Draco would challenge his authority.

"...I...uh...yes, my Lord." Draco responded with a slight bow.

Hermione was beyond furious! She would kill him if she had to, before she would serve Voldemort! It was their fault she had been kidnapped in the first place! Now she would be marked as his! Tears started to form in her eyes and silently trail down her cheeks, as Voldemort summoned his inner circle.

She couldn't hear anything, nor see anything. A figure stepped towards her, and a wand poked into her hip. Hermione felt a terrible burning sensation ripping and searing her flesh, which increased the tears she already had.

In the end she passed out, from fear and exhaustion.

Next Day

Hermione woke up in the familiar room that she had been staying in. She had been out for a day, as it was nearing midnight. Her hip was extremely sore and Hermione growled in anger and frustration from the memory of the previous night. How could she have let something like that happen to her?! She knew it was partially her fault, but she blamed the boys. What am I gonna do now?!

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