Well here I am again updating the best I can. This chapter took me a while to write. I'll admit it will take at least a week or more between updates. As stated before I own nothing, just having some fun. Thank you to all that reviewed so far. Please Review after you read this. Enjoy.

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Draco threw up what he could only imagine was what was left of his liver. The taste of bile filled his mouth after emptying his stomach from repeated trips to the toilet. He sat on the floor of his private bathroom looking at his image in the full length mirror. What he used to consider a pale completion took on a grey greenish hue with blood shot eyes.

What brought on this bought of nausea were two messages from his mother, who being far too blunt for his liking. The first was of his marriage. Apparently his mother was in better moods and had decided to take it upon herself to arrange a marriage without his say. In a few days he would meet her then after he graduated be married to her.

The second message soured the taste of the bile in his mouth. The Dark Lord would seek him out in a month to ask him a few questions and to see if he is fit to join the ranks of Death Eaters. He looked into the mirror to find that young spoiled boy who was very eager to take the dark mark at thirteen. That boy went the way of the contents of his stomach leaving behind a young man in his wake who found his life being pulled from under his feet. And for the first time ever, he cried out of fear and self pity.

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Things were quiet here as Draco now attended Hogwarts once again. It was an all too painful reminder of how fast things took place. He left one month ago and she remained behind as this thing that was taken, twisted and placed into a world she was growing far too comfortable with. It was then that her memories of her other life came back to her. She was an intelligent witch that had plans, family and friends. While reading her book tears rolled down her face followed by sobs of frustration.

Lucius entered the study to find her in her in the sorrowful state. "What is the matter with you girl? Get yourself together. There's nothing that should put you in such a state."

She couldn't take it anymore. Let Narcissa heal this one over and let him believe he was in charge later. "You stole me, raped me, cursed me, brought me before the most feared man in wizard history, he raped me, twisted me and threw me back to you to be used like some rag. I had a life!! Family and friends!! I HAVE NOT FORGOTTEN THEM!! Your bastard son is at Hogwarts where I should be now to finish off my final year!! What Lucius? Going to curse me? Hit me? I am bound to you for life!! Do you feel them you bastard? All my emotions, filling you now?!!"

"Stop this at once!!!"

"NO!! I am beyond lonely here. You should have erased my memories but it's too late for that isn't it?"

Both stared at one another, both doing their best to control the emotions that built up inside of them. Hermione could feel Lucius' anger and he, her resentments. If they didn't calm down they would have no idea who was feeling what.

It was Lucius that spoke next. He had to breathe before speaking as he realized what Narcissa was trying to tell him. She was only broken in not broken. He had to control her another way and form her emotional state it would not be that hard to do. "You feel loneliness. Yes, that is an emotion I and my wife have been feeling for most of Draco's life. The last bond shattered us both. I and my wife learned far too late to understand that to be as dark as the Dark Lord, you must lead a very lonely life. After we were shattered we found our abilities to do more of the darker spells far more easily and with more ease. We grew to enjoy our new found power and reveled in it. Draco grew up with us like that and he is what you see him to be today."

"You feel regret?"

"In that one aspect of my life only. What has been done to you can't be undone. The truth of it is that soon you won't care for them as much. After a year you won't recognize them. And to ask you, do you want them to see you as you are now? Could you walk into your old life as you were before, wear the school uniform and act like you believe the teachers are your mentors?"

The tear the fell from her face gave the answer away. She remained silent not wanting to answer him afraid he was telling the truth.

"What would your friends think of you? Would they understand or believe you? Would they pity you because you were abducted by the evil Malfoy? I can feel shame in you. You feel shame because you enjoy these games that we played and you enjoy playing them."

The overwhelming manipulation was washing over her. In reaction she lashed back. "What choice do I have? Be a servant or try to gain some form of control?"

"No, it's not that simple Hermione. You have changed. Believe you were unmarked by the Dark Lord? And that red haired brat, Weasley that you hung around with. Would he look at you the same way, and if he did could you handle his childish views on things? And the views of the other students?" He walked towards her. "You are not a child anymore."

The words rang in her head like a song, playing over and over again. It was true that he no longer saw her as some simple child, that only meant that he had to start using his fangs to control her. For she was too wise now for idle threats. The fact that she was no longer a child made him more dangerous to her. Hermione learned that his character was one to control women who are powerful. Children are played with.

She thought about the Hogwarts and the students there. Yes, it was true that they would never understand what she was going through, had gone through. All her female friends would talk about their first kiss and a lot of firsts in an innocent manner that would make her feel used. She knew Ron, as caring as he was would try to keep things the way they were and try to forget what happened to her expecting for her to follow along. Harry would understand her and would try to help her. Harry would be there for her. He had to fight the Dark Lord before, had to face him and be tortured by him. There would be one person that wouldn't turn their back on her.

"I am not a child. True, neither is Harry. He wouldn't turn away from me. I have one person that would never turn from me."

"How sentimental. How would he feel after he saw you moan and beg under the Dark Lord? And that's another thing that comes to mind. You don't call him You-know-who, you call him Dark Lord like one of his followers."

"I've been infected by him."

"Entranced you mean."

Tears were starting to form again as she struggled to show her anger before her fear came out. "No, I am a victim."

"Who seduces and plays the part she was trained for? You enjoyed it. I could see it in your eyes as you seduced me when you first came back, reading me, luring me in. I felt your pleasure in it." He held her arms now and looked down at her. "You enjoyed the power game within it."

Hermione stepped out of his hold. "I enjoyed controlling you, yes I'll admit that. Not hard to control an animal where bait is sex and control."

"After having played a delightful little bitch yourself, yes I see your point."

She was shaking with anger now. There was nothing that she could do to stop her tears. The images of what she did and how she truly enjoyed it played before her eyes. Lucius sneered at her then smiled. "Oh are we realizing something? Perhaps, that you are a darker witch than you want to believe. That you want to be seduced by the darker elements, for they challenge you and force you to stretch you mind in ways that the light never could."

"I'll never be forgiven."

"So it's true then. You want to delve further in the Dark Arts."

"Not so much that. I enjoyed being challenged." She was breaking now. Her guard was down and she could feel herself slowly slipping away with his words. It was easier not to fight. But she would anyway.

"By him."

She closed her eyes trying to block out the memories of Voldemort surrounding her, hurting her and yes, instructing her beyond what she thought capable for herself. In so short a time he molded her through teaching her. The pain she went through was rewarding in its own way and she wanted more of it.

"Yes, by him." Shame filled her now as she found herself breaking inside.

Lucius grew serious and made sure he had eye contact. "Take this bit of advice seriously. Don't fall too far under his spell. The Dark Lord knows many things accept for the strength of the power he holds over others. I've seen many witches and wizards break simply by being around him for too long. He has had eye for young witches and wizards before, seeing potential and kept them far too long in his company. They all broke. Some broke by going too far in their studies, others broke from strain, fear, lust. Take your reasons but they all broke. Make sure that you no longer attract his attention. He'll be arriving here tomorrow to question Draco of his worth to become a Death Eater. Stay out of sight." By the end of his advice his face was grim with worry. The fear behind those words worried her.

"Does the Dark Lord show that type of interest in me?"

"Perhaps. Perhaps not. Tomorrow don't leave your room until I or Narcissa come for you. We'll make our excuses for you if you are asked about."

The air between them cooled as did their emotions. The spark that could have ignited into another afternoon of seduction was crushed with this information. Lucius was tempered because he now realized that Hermione was not broken at all. He cursed himself for his ignorance of that fact but he feared the fact that Voldemort didn't break her and he had no idea why. If it was true that Voldemort had even the slightest of designs on her he and Narcissa where in a great deal of trouble no matter what their worth. They could easily be replaced.

Hermione swallowed. Voldemort was coming to the Manor and she had no where to run or escape. This nightmare never seemed to end. She spent the rest of the day sick with worry and to her regret a fraction in anticipation that they may accidentally meet.

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Draco arrived in the evening with a few things with him as he would be staying for the weekend. He was pale and sick with anticipation with the meeting that he was informed of a month ago. All the rules were drilled into his head of how to act and what was expected of him.

"Ah, Draco I am so glad your back. Go and get prepared he'll be here in a short time." Narcissa was smiled and lightly laughed with her words. This was a sign of how nervous she was.

Draco simply nodded and headed to his room. Before he got to his room he caught sight of Hermione. "Hermione." She looked at him for a moment then retreated to her room without saying a word. "No, wait." He ran after her but heard her mutter a silencing charm on the room. "Bloody hell, now what I am I going to do?" He did want to talk to her and didn't understand her reluctance in hearing about school and her friends. He wanted something from her and needed to get into her good graces.

Retreating to his room he unpacked the few things that he brought and laid on his bed contemplating his possible fate tonight. His stomach clenched and the thought of emptying the contents of it came to mind. Throwing up on the Dark Lord would not make a good impression. The thought passed as his stomach relaxed.

He jumped up hearing a few people arrive knowing that he would be expected to join them in a short while. Damn it all he needed to see Hermione. Without thinking he took what he wanted to give her and threw them under the door. A few letters won't hurt and there was nothing to trace them to him. Well there was his good deed for the year. Hopefully the Dark Lord won't read that in his thoughts.

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It was indeed an honor to receive Voldemort as a guest as he rarely visits the homes of his followers. Tonight was special as he was interviewing a potential Death Eater that was too young to take the dark mark as he was still in school.

Voldemort sorted out a few of his thoughts as he searched the house and sought out the thoughts of those that resided within. Lucius and Narcissa were fighting once again, Draco was dreading the meeting and Hermione, well he felt mixed emotions from her. He wanted to search her out further but that will have to wait as Narcissa was already there greeting him. The other Death Eaters that followed him were guided into the parlor.

Voldemort entered Lucius' study with Lucius entering a few minutes later. "My Lord, my son is waiting for your audience. Shall I retrieve him for you?"

"Yes, this time is as good as any." He never faced Lucius but mused over the collection of books that were on display were the Ministry were to come and visit. There were a few departments that had strong supporters for the light and they could ruin the public reputation of any Death Eater if evidence were found.

He recognized a few of the titles as he knew and killed a few of the authors over the course of his life. Some of the books were read quite often, some he found were never taken off of the shelf since they were placed there. His hands glided over the books and recognized an energy. A young woman's energy that was here a short time ago. He focused on the particular books that caught her attention and soon found a connection. Bonding. "Looking for a way out are we? It's there my dear girl but not in the books that you've been reading."

A knock at the door announced Draco. The young man entered walked towards Voldemort and then bowed, his head touching the floor. He was not to get up until told to do so. Voldemort walked around the young man probing his mind for this and that. There was some resistance when he searched memories of more private matters. There was something else, a good deed he did not want discovered, something recent.

"Tell me about the letters. Who did you give them to?"

"Letters? Yes, they were given to Hermione Granger."

"What information did they contain?"

"Things from school and those that knew her I suppose. I never read them."

Voldemort nodded considering what may come of this. He probed the young man's mind once again and searched for memories of Draco and Hermione together. It was a puzzling thing to put together. "Why do you have an interest in freeing the girl from your parents bond? They would suffer for it in the end."

Draco thought for a moment wondering how to answer this, for his reasons were complicated. "I wanted to find a way to break the bond without affecting my parents. She is a risk to them if she were to die."

Ah, a boy that loves his parents. Simple at best. "But in the end were do your loyalties lie young Malfoy? Would you be willing to shatter your own parents to help further my cause?"

He could feel the dread off the boy and the concentration it took to come up with an answer. "After taking your mark I will do what is necessary to further your cause."

Voldemort's shoes were next to Draco's head. "How long have you been rehearsing that answer I wonder. Get up." Walking away he returned his attention to the bookcase he was at before. Draco stood up with his eyes downcast. His heart was ready to leave his chest. "You have no interest in taking the dark mark." He turned to face Draco who turned white. "Leave my presence at once!"

"Please My Lord! I do, I have since I was a child. Let me prove my loyalty." Draco was down on all fours at Voldemort's feet begging. "Test me."

"I'll consider it. Now leave!"

"Thank you My Lord." Draco stood and walked out of the room. He walked slowly to his room and closed the door behind him. The bathroom wasn't close enough and he emptied his stomach. He cleaned it with a simple charm. He was a mix of emotions, part of him was greatful that it showed that he didn't want the mark the other shuddered at the consequences of such a decision.

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The letters slid under the door and she picked them up hesitantly. They were from her friends at school. At that moment two overwhelming thoughts came to her. One to rip them open straight away the other to wait for a less stressful time to savor every word written down. The latter one over and she put them on her desk to read for later.

All the books she had in her room she already read. Chiding her self for not thinking ahead of time to get a few new ones she decided to make an attempt to go to Lucuis' study and get a few very quickly. It was only about thirty seconds away and she knew just the book she wanted and where it was. Yes, she'll do that and then take a look at the letters. She slowly opened the door and looked outside to make sure there was no one out in the hall. Holding her wand for the first time in a long time she walked down the hall to the room that she was seeking. She made sure that her steps were not heard with a silencing spell. To her great luck the door to the study was open and there was no one there.

Voldemort felt a presence in the hall heading towards the study. He easily found out it was Hermione and smiled at the prospect of seeing the fear in her eyes again. A concealment charm hid him as she walked into the study.

She saw the book she wanted. With great care she reached up for the book only to have a white hand cover hers and a shadow surround her.

"I don't believe you'll enjoy that one so much." He pulled down another book and handed it to her. "This, will suit you so much better."

She held the book that was handed to her and pulled away keeping her eyes cast down. "Thank-you, My Lord."

"Look at me Hermione." She looked up at him. "You seem very well adjusted here. I trust my lessons have proven useful."

"Yes, My Lord."

He studied her and soon she felt the all too familiar pressure on her mind as he scanned her memories. "Yes, you seem rather comfortable here now. Boredom seems to have made its way into your routine. I also see you have matched Narcissa at her game." The laughter was light and amusing.

She couldn't breathe as a hand held her throat. His face was impassive and unreadable. She stopped struggling and let herself be held as she started to feel dizzy holding on to what ever strength she had to remain conscious. Just before she was about to pass out she was let go and was observed with the same impassive look as before. She did manage to stand but coughed as she massaged her throat.

"You learn quickly."

"Thank-thank-k-you My Lord." She bent down to pick up the book she dropped only to have it handed back to her.

"This was supposed to be your final year at Hogwarts, was it not?"

"Yes, My Lord."

"Such potential being wasted away. Your education should be continued." He was baiting her and she remained silent. "I found out from young Malfoy that he gave you some letters. Do tell me what they contained."

"I haven't read them yet." She looked down once again fearing that now she would not have that chance. The desire in her to know what was going on pained her.

"Get them for me."

Hermione left the study and headed towards her room. She threw the book on the bed and picked up the letters. A thought came to her to open them up now and read them before they could be taken away from her. Why hadn't she read them straight away? Open them now? No, she'll be more than punished and possibly have her mind obliviated afterwards so reading them would do no good anyway.

She walked back to the study looking for Voldemort and found him sitting in an armchair by the fireplace. The doors closed and locked by themselves. The fireplace held a fire and he gestured for her to come over and sit down. She sat across form him and handed him the letters that he asked about. He opened Ginny's letter first and read it saying nothing and giving no emotion for her to read on his face.

Dear Hermione,

I hope you are alright. We've heard the rumors about what has happened to you. The ministry is looking for you and we are so worried. Draco promised to get these letters to you for a deal. The ferret did this to get the quittage cup. Harry helped to loose two games so far. It's alright. Small price to get these letters to you.

First I want to let you know I will never judge you no matter what you are forced to do. If what is said is true and you had to face You- know-who I understand if you do things that are against your character. Remember I was seduced by his younger self from the diary. Do all that you can to stay out of his presence. If you do anything out of character I will be the first to defend you.

Ron is worried sick as is everyone. He started a fight with at least five slitherins at once and did them a good deal of damage to defend your honor. Harry is worried of course but I'm sure his letter will tell you more of what is going on with him.

The letter continued on after that with school things and other teenage drivel he had no interest in knowing. So this was the young woman that his younger self got to open the chamber of secrets. How interesting. Out of curiosity he would like to meet her some day then kill her for not dying the first time round.

The second letter was the one that interested him the most.

Dear Hermione,

I'll be blunt and to the point. I know what had happened to you. Voldemort has been sending me images in dreams about you. Don't give up hope. This may also seem like strange advice but don't disobey him. I mean it. He'll get inside your head, and you'll have to let him. But there is a way to keep him at bay. While you feel yourself being invaded think of all the things that bring love to your mind. That is his main weakness, that is what has helped keep me alive for so long. The bond you share with the Malfoy's is also your protection. I am sure you realized this by now. Don't try to break it. You'll be safe as long as you are connected to them.

Everyone is looking for you and trying their best to locate you and bring you home. I look forward to seeing you again, I know I will.

Love,

Harry

His advice was interesting and well spoon fed by Dumbledore no doubt. He looked over to Hermione whose expression was sullen and full of disappointment. She wasn't looking at him but staring into the fire, waiting. Ginny's letter was safe enough as was the letter from her parents. They seemed like simple muggle people, concerned and held no idea what was happening to their daughter. He threw that letter into the fire.

"No!!!" She instantly reached for it but was thrown back into the chair, immobilized.

"From your parents. You are better of forgetting them. They have no idea what has truly happened to you. Unless you want them to become educated I suggest that you leave that letter there."

She looked up at Voldemort with pure hatred. He only smiled at her as her anger was that of a child. She had yet to learn that anger came from a much deeper place where there was no room for sadness. Eying the other letters he sat down once again and pocketed them. There was too much information for her to have at this point. Hermione was a brilliant witch that would put all the facts together and he wasn't done with her yet. At the moment she was too tied up with Death Eaters that still held value.

Like valuable things, some gain interest while others become debts. His thoughts went to Draco who was by all accounts a very smart wizard. There was power there that was stunted through ill used manipulation, leaving behind a spoiled ignorant brat. Yes, he'll test the young wizard to see how far his talents can go. Perhaps he could strip away some of those layers of self doubt and mold a young man eager and able to follow him.

Bringing his attention back to Hermione, who now was tear filled forgetting that she was angry with him. He tested her through sex magic and found a young woman of brilliance that stretched beyond his expectations. For he had initially wanted to break her and in his attempts she only strengthened.

"The two letters that are left are from a young woman named Ginny and of coarse our well known Harry Potter. You may have the letter from Ginny if you tell me what my younger self did to her and how she did not die. I heard enough to know that Potter stopped my younger self by stabbing the diary with a basilisk fang. I want to know more about her reactions if you can."

"I don't know too much, she was very quiet about the whole thing afterwards. She mostly spoke to her other friends as I was petrified for the last half of the second semester from the basilisk." It was true, Ginny didn't confide in her much about what happened. There were so many people helping her she didn't want to tell everyone over and over. She was sure that there was a great deal of embarrassment involved as well.

Hermione breathed in suddenly. Lucius and Narcissa were fighting and she knew it was about her. "They are fighting about you my dear. Don't worry they won't fight for much longer. I'll set them at ease. But I am worried about your education, you could be a great benefit to my cause."

"I won't and I can't. I am a mudblood if you haven't forgotten."

Hot pain hit through her in an instant. Cruciatus filled her and she wasn't released from it for at least fifteen seconds. After the curse was lifted she coughed and shook from the aftershocks.

"Don't you ever use that tone with me ever again. You are bound to my servants which makes you a servant to my self as well. Yes, my child you will serve me." He bent down brushing some of her hair from her face. "And you will study under me. It is an honor that few ever get to have. If you don't learn quick enough I'll truly break you and let you live the rest of your days with the Malfoy's. Tell me, how long do you think a broken toy will last within these walls?"

"I won't betray Dumbledore and all those that I love."

Voldemort stood and forced her up with magic. "You'll betray more than them by the end of the year. It is mid September now, a year from now your only thoughts will be how to please the Malfoy's and my self." She was thrown to the floor.

She made an attempt to run for the door but was pulled back and thrown to the floor once again. "I did not give you permission to leave. Stay where you are." Hermione made an attempt to move only to be positioned in a full all fours bow with her head to the floor. His footsteps left the room.

After what seemed to be over an hour she heard footsteps once again. There was more than one person that entered. "Get up!" She did and found that there were close to four that entered with Voldemort. "These four men are very well crafted in many forms of torture. Dorrmin here is very skilled with sex magic. Some of the techniques I taught you were perfected by him. Men, have your way with her."

Voldemort left the room leaving a screaming Hermione to join two very concerned Malfoy's. They were struggling in dealing with what was happening to Hermione as she pulled on their connection. Narcissa spoke first.

She fell to the floor at his feet. "Please master, let her go."

He slapped her away from him. "You need to teach her some manners and how to behave to her superiors. She's muggle raised and has no education in the edicatte of the wizarding world. This, you were supposed to train her in and I found her to be in very much the same condition as I left her in."

Lucius stepped forward and bowed on one knee. "Forgive me, My Lord. I should have been more observant."

"As you will be from now on." Voldemort left after that.

Narcissa and Lucius held one another as they too felt the curses that Hermione was dealing with and the constant violations made against her. Three of the four Death Eaters left the house. The fourth remained behind and set a curse upon Hermione that reached out to Lucius and Narcissa.

Dorrmin came downstairs and left the Manor.

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Alright, this was one of my longer chapters. Sorry about the cliff there but I had to end it somewhere. Please review if you enjoyed it. I am glad to say that I know where I am going with this and ask for those of you who enjoy my story to be patient with me. The next few chapters will take me some time to write.