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Hermione was bored. She was sitting alone ass usual staring at her bedroom walls. Draco was gone on some Death Eater thing and she was here all alone. It was weird for her to think of Draco as a Death Eater. Just the precious year Harry had been obsessed with Draco trying to convince anyone and everyone that Draco was a Death Eater and no one believed him. Draco was by far a complicated person. He seemed to change everyday into someone different, whether nicer, or surlier his relationship with her was always changing. It had been hard for Hermione to stop thinking of him as an egotistical bastard he had been in school. He was a total different person if he let you get to know him. Hermione had always thought of him as some evil notorious monster but now he seemed….well normal. Hermione never knew what to feel about him anymore. She either always felt safe or was utterly terrified. It was strange to think of being in a Death Eaters company safety but since Harry and Ron were no longer there to provide said safety Hermione used what she could. She was still getting used to having to live with a bunch of Slytherins that had hated her for years and then suddenly being nice to her. Part of her knew that they were just told to do that so Hermione would feel more comfortable with her new life but it was working. Hermione was used to Voldemort's presence. She could feel him magically throughout the whole day…it was strange. Just then the door opened and Draco walked in.

"Oh good, you're back." Hermione said rising from her bed.

"Not quite May…the Dark Lord wishes to see you." He said slowly as if wondering which words he should choose.

"Um…alright…what does he want with me?" Draco hesitated.

"Don't know he just asked me to come get you." Draco lied. Hermione eyed him suspiciously but followed him to Voldemort's wing.

"Draco are you alright? You seem a little tense…"

"Don't worry about me May. I'm fine." They arrived at the double oak doors in which they were to enter when Draco pulled Hermione to him and kissed her. Hermione was shocked and pushed him back subconsciously.

"Sorry May. Draco said and pecked her cheek. "You ready?" he asked gripping the door handles.

"Draco what do I have to be ready f-" Hermione n ever finished her sentence for Draco had opened the door and a large puff of green smoke emitted the air. Hermione cough at the foul scent and felt herself being pushed into the room. She let her feet guide her with help of the unknown force guiding her from behind as the smoke began to clear the further she walked and finally came face to face again with Lord Voldemort.

There were ten Death Eaters around him. Five on one side, spread out in a line behind his high backed chair, and five on the other all wearing long dark cloaks, masks, and hoods to cover their faces. Hermione was confused, scared and had assumed what was about to happen. This room was set up for something 'special'. There was going to be a ceremony.

"Miss Devlin." Voldemort greeted. Hermione glared back at him and he raised his eyebrows reproachfully.

"Step forward." Hermione, thinking that Voldemort was talking talked to her, tentatively made to step forward but was surprised when one of the Death Eaters on either side of his chair stepped forward instead and pulled back their hoods. They were Hermione's parents.

"Blood Sacrifice." Hermione's parents robotically took another step forward and raised both their hands in which one held a knife and the other was bare. They both swiftly cut their wrists and a splash of blood was heard on the ground followed by Hermione's gasp. She couldn't believe her parents would subject themselves to this obvious torture let alone their only daughter.

Another puff of green smoke erupted from where the blood had appeared. The floor was once again clean and her parents stepped back. Again someone started pushing her from behind and she was getting closer and closer to Voldemort. Hermione started to struggle in panic but whoever was pushing her seemed relentless and continued until she was directly in front of the Dark Lord.

Voldemort grabbed her left hand so quickly she didn't even realize what was happening until she felt a wand-tip touch her fore-arm and she wrenched her hand out of his grip.

"Don't I get a say in this at all?!" Hermione asked feeling thoroughly violated. Voldemort simply smirked and grabbed her arm again.

"With the blood sacrifice, I don't need your say-so. In fact Devlin, you never really had a choice." He spoke devilishly. He started chanting something in some strange tongue that almost sounded like Parseltongue as Hermione continued to fight for her arm back but to no avail. There is no way this is this easy! Hermione thought savagely.

No matter how hard Hermione tried she couldn't retrieve her arm. It was as if nothing could disturb Voldemort's chant once started. It seemed like hours for Hermione who relentlessly continued to fight for her freedom. It seemed like years to Draco as he watched her struggle as he stood regretfully behind Voldemort's chair with the nine other Death Eaters. No matter how long it seemed it was only a few minutes before black smoke started curling it's way from the ground slowly getting bigger as it started to surround Hermione and Voldemort as he continued to chant and never took his eyes off Hermione.

Hermione started to cry as she knew there was no use. She couldn't get out of his grip and there was black smoke rising from the ground that had to mean something Hermione thought miserably. She was trapped and helpless and had never wanted to see Harry and Ron more than now but she knew they wouldn't come. They didn't even know where she was.

Hermione thought back to their letter and reassurance of how they were going to rescue her the second she got onto the Platform of 9 ¾ but she they never got the chance. Why had she stopped them when the came to her house and fought Draco and Blaise. She could have cursed both of them to hell and back and run away with them but she turned them away. Why had she sent them away in Diagon Alley? It would've been a simple apparition and now that she thought of it. Why didn't she just apparate anyway?

"What in Merlin's name was I thinking?" Hermione thought desperately.

The black smoke now surrounded the two people. Hermione couldn't see anyone and she was willing to wager that they couldn't see her. She could no longer control her sobbing and just when she thought she might pass out from the heavy fumes and stress a sharp pain shot up her arm. Hermione screamed like there was no tomorrow and fell to the ground as she felt her wrist being released and she inhaled deeply, and received a lung full of clean air. This made her look up.

Through her streaky tears she could see that the smoke was gone and so were nine of the Death Eaters. Voldemort approached her and gabbed her wrist again which was now badly bruised from her struggling and gazed at her fore-arm. There lie the skull with a snake protruding from its mouth, it was ghastly and Hermione cried even harder as she looked at it also but the Dark Lord smirked and rose making Hermione rise with him.

"I told you that I never wanted to see you cry again." He said lightly. He conjured up a Kleenex and handed it to her. "Clean yourself up and get a good night's rest. I expect to see you with Mr. Malfoy tomorrow morning at the usual time." He said and with that he left the room. Once the door was closed the Death Eater that had remained behind ran up to Hermione while throwing off his hood and mask.

"Hermione I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry this happened to you May!" Draco exclaimed as he tried to help her up again for she had collapsed again once the Dark Lord left. Draco held her to him tightly and slowly got her to stand again and walk backwards to the door.

It took a while but eventually he had Hermione back in her room still holding her and never wanting to let go. He guided her to her bed, transfigured their clothing to pajamas and rocked her to sleep hating himself more and more with every second.

Slowly the two fell into an uneasy sleep filled with unanswered questions, new fears, and regrets.

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"But Professor, we must go and find her! She's in the hands of Voldemort right now! Who knows what he'll do to her!" Harry shouted exasperated. Everything had gone wrong. The plan had been that they would rescue Hermione when she entered the platform. It had been at least a week and nothing had been done and his patients was running thin.

(Flashback)

As if on queue Blaise, Pansy, Crabbe and the other Slytherins of their year walked through the barrier one by one. Harry stood hunched against his corner prepared for when Hermione would walk through. His hands were sweating and he was gripping his wand with increasing amounts of nervousness. Hermione hadn't shown yet. Harry counted the people as they passed him.

"Goyle, Millicent, Theodore…where is she?!"

The flow of Slytherins stopped and Harry's heart skipped a beat. She wasn't there neither was Malfoy.

"How could I be so stupid?!" Harry thought savagely as he looked around and saw the other members of the Order discreetly coming from their hiding spots.

Of course Hermione and Draco wouldn't have come back to school. Voldemort would never grant her the chance for escape. Frustrated he signaled the others to head back to headquarters and he apparated away.

(End of Flashback)

"Don't you talk e to me that way Potter I am fully aware of what Voldemort may be doing but there's nothing we can do! We have no means of finding her house what-so-ever and we're not just gonna go parading around London looking for her.

Harry growled frustrated and walked out of the room slamming the door with all his might.

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Hermione stirred and cracked open an eye. She was in her room and on her bed but there was an unknown force of weight that seemed to be covering her body. She started to move her arms around and felt an arm across her body. Hermione sat up with a start and looked beside her to find a groggy Draco rubbing his eyes and looking up at her with confusion. Hermione's eyes widened when she saw his bare chest. She looked down at herself fully clothed and proceeded to whip off the covers to find Draco in a pair of track pants. Hermione instantly realized and looked at a thoroughly confused Draco.

"May what are you doing?" He asked cautiously as he slowly pulled the covers back over his chilled body.

"N-nothing…Why are you in my bed?"

"I brought you back here last night and didn't want to leave you alone." He said quietly anticipating her reaction. Hermione's eyes widened again as she looked at her left fore-arm. The Dark Mark was still there as dirty and gross as it always was. Heroine just stared at it blankly.

"That son of a bitch did this to me. My parents made me do this." Hermione thought as her rage started to gather and yet again the ground started to shake. "I can never turn back time; can never be rid of this horrid mark." The mirrors started to break and chandelier in the lobby was wobbling dangerously. Suddenly the bedroom door opened and Voldemort walked in calmly.

"You," Hermione growled angrily. There was a band and Voldemort flew over the railing outside her door but stopped in mid-air and glided back to Hermione's room once more. The ground continued to shake as Hermione gat angrier realizing that, that was the only thing he had taught her to do so far.

Voldemort waved his hand lazily and the shaking ceased, a small smile appeared on Hermione's face and after announcing that she was going for a walk she exited the room with a light stride. Voldemort quickly turned to Draco.

"I've put a cheering charm on her and I want you to start convincing her how great an honor it is to be in my service. She is upset and terribly missing her old life and I want you to make her forget it and to make her embrace the future. The cheering charm will last twenty four hours so I need you to place her under the charm every morning. I want this to continue for a week. Once a week is up I want you to leave the charm off. If you have succeeded the ground will not shake and she will be okay with her life again. If not put her under the spell for another week. Understood?"

"Yes, my lord."

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"Blaise, where is Draco?" Pansy's shrill voice came floating into his ear and seeing as Draco was a part of the question Blaise decided to pay attention. Pansy had been worried for a week. Draco still had not shown up at Hogwarts and Blaise's words of 'he'll be here soon' was getting old.

"He's busy right now and honestly I don't blame him for not coming. I would rather be where he is than here with you any day." Blaise said annoyed and made his way to his dorm. He lied down on his bed and sighed. He felt a hand on his leg and visibly jumped sitting up right ready to tell Pansy off for bugging him when he saw Millicent instead.

"Blaise, I hate to be a bother but…where is Draco?" Blaise sighed. He knew where Draco was. He had been summoned to Hermione's manor last night and had been beside Draco during her Death Eater ceremony. He had never hated himself more than watching her fight against the Dark Lord. He had waned nothing more than to run to her and punch out the Dark Lord, unfortunately Blaise didn't. He believed that certain people were just too innocent to be subjected to such cruelness pureblood, or not. He, himself wasn't innocent and he knew this, neither were most of the Slytherins but Hermione had grown up as a muggle-born and was raised with goodness considering her parents were Death Eaters. Hermione had a pure heart and knew what was right and having such a thing forced on her was cruel.

"Draco is at Devlin Manor. He wasn't aloud to return and is supposed to be helping May adjust to her new life as a Death Eater." Millicent's eyes widened.

"They made her a Death Eater?! B-but she's not ready! What was he thinking?" Blaise only shook his head and sighed.

"Well," Millicent started. "Since Draco is gone I guess that means that we're pretty much in charge here this year," she said pointing at herself and Blaise. "What say you we stir up some fun?" She finished with a small smirk Blaise smirked back as his brain kicked into overload.

Millicent was right. They were in charge and this being their last year at Hogwarts it paid to go out with a bang. Draco wasn't going to be there at all because if he did show up he would be committing suicide, the might as well do something in his honor. McGonagall wouldn't even know what hit her…even if they did get expelled or something like that; it would probably be worth it. Smiling devilishly to himself he turned back to Millicent who had a mischievous glint in her eye.

"Tomorrow," he said quietly. "We'll start tomorrow."

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