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Spinning Straight For Chaos

Last Time – "We are ready for your orders, My Lord." Nicias said.

Voldemort looked skeptical. "Both of you?"

"Yes," Hermione replied, inclining her head and then choked out. "…my…Lord."

"Very well. You will betray Potter and tell me everything that you find out. You will report to Draco every night. It shouldn't be hard since you share a head room. Now get ready to go. You go back tonight."

"Ye…yes, my Lord." Voldemort smirked. Hermione turned to leave.

"I have a parting present. Let's just say it's a well to the Dark side gift, shall we?" He told her. Voldemort handed her a necklace. A small dagger was hanging on the chain, with a red rose wrapped around it.

Nicias swiftly snatched the necklace and placed it around her slim neck. The dagger began to lightly burn her skin, but not enough to show any difference.

Hermione suddenly heard a voice in her head. Don't you like your new necklace, Hermione?

What just happened? How are you in my head? We aren't even looking at each other…

Now we can communicate all the time, without a problem. And don't worry it works everywhere, including Hogwarts. Voldemort smirked.

"You are mine now, Hermione." He hissed. "And you won't ever forget it."

An hour later, Hermione apparated with Draco and Blaise to Hogwarts.

Hermione shoved at them. "Get away from me!"

"Hermione, we are so sorry!" Blaise began.

Draco continued, "We never meant to hurt you!"

"That's exactly what you meant to do." Hermione whispered and walked away.

Chapter 14:

Hermione woke up in the morning, with puffy, red eyes and a stuffy nose. Why am I letting him get to me?

Because you're mine now, Hermione. It's quite simple. Came Voldemort's reply in her head.

Keep your thoughts to yourself! Hermione snapped.

He laughed. I'd rather not; it's more entertaining this way.

Whatever, stay out of my head!

Hermione slowly got out of bed and made her way to the shower. She turned on the hot water and stripped off her clothes. She let the water run all over her body and began scrubbing at her skin vigorously. She felt so dirty and violated… She hated the Dark side, all of them. Hermione continued to concentrate on blocking her mind, so she could protect her thoughts. She then turned off the water and went back into her room.

She used a quick spell to dry her hair and let it fall into chocolate caramel curls, past her shoulders. Then she picked out a set of bra and panties, which were a deep red color. Hermione proceeded to pick out an outfit. While she was searching, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. The dark mark on her hip stared back at her.

Sighing she turned back to the closet and picked out a black skirt, with ruffle layers that came a little more than half way down her thigh. Then she chose a red tank top to go with it, and a pair of peep toed black pumps. She added some eye liner and a bit of lip gloss.

After looking herself over in the mirror, Hermione headed down to the common room. Jake was also leaving his room. "Hey, Hermione." Jake said, as he walked down the stairs from his room.

She granted him a small smile. "Hey."

"I was just going to stroll to breakfast. Would you like to walk down with me?" He asked, his black hair falling into his eyes. He was wearing a green shirt which showed his well toned muscles underneath the fabric and enhanced his eyes. He also wore a pair of black shorts and some flip flops.

"Sure, that sounds great." Hermione said. Jake put his arm around her shoulder and the pair walked out of the portrait hole. They passed a few people, as they made their way to the Great Hall. "So how was your weekend?"

The Gryffindor shook her head. "It wasn't the best weekend I've had…"

Jake then seemed angry and growled. "What did Malfoy do?"

Hermione jerked up in surprise. "Why you think Malfoy did anything?"

Now he looked sheepish. "I..uh…I overheard you guys…yelling at each other last night."

"Oh, that…Well what did you hear?" Her insides clenched.

Jake shrugged nonchalantly. "Nothing specific really. I heard him trying to apologize and you refused to hear him out…Do you wanna talk about it?"

YES! She shouted in her head, but on the outside Hermione shook her head sadly. "…Not really. It was no big deal…"

"If you're sure." He told her, squeezing her shoulder.

"I am, Jake. But thanks it means a lot to know that you're here for me. If I ever need to talk, I'll be sure to find you…Oh and can you not mention the fight with Malfoy to my friends? Because then they will freak out and tell me I can't live in the head rooms, and they'll try to curse him and just end up getting into trouble…"

He laughed. "Potter and Weasley are very protective of you, huh?"

"Yeah," she sighed. "It's sweet, but it can be a little over the top sometimes."

"Well they've got nothing to worry about while I'm around. I'll protect you, Mione. I promise."

"I will be fine…" Hopefully she added as an afterthought.

Then he asked. "Want me to give Malfoy a punch for you?"

She laughed, and it was like silver bells ringing softly. "That would be funny, but as Head Girl I can't allow that. Hahah…I wish I could though." They arrived at the Great Hall and began to go their separate ways. Suddenly, Hermione threw her arms around Jake and gave him a hug. Smiling he returned the hug and gave her a reassuring squeezing. "Thanks, for listening." She whispered.

"Anytime," he replied kissing the top of her head before they let go of each other. Jake then made his way to the Ravenclaw table, as Hermione headed for Harry, Ron, and Ginny at the Gryffindor table.

The brunette took the seat in between Ron and Harry, across from Ginny. Grinning, the red head looked her in the eyes and winked. She shook her head and mouthed, "It's not like that." Ginny laughed and cynically mouthed back, "Sure…"

Hermione rolled her eyes and began dishing some potatoes and bacon onto her plate. She also poured herself a glass of cold pumpkin juice. She began eating and saw Harry looking at her.

"Harry, are you ok?" She asked.

Harry nodded, "…Yeah…I'm fine. How did you sleep, Mione?"

She raised an eyebrow in question, but responded nonetheless. "I slept ok. It was difficult to fall asleep I've had a lot on my mind lately. How did you sleep?"

"Not that great actually."

"Why what's wrong?" She voiced concern.

He frowned and confessed, "My scar was hurting like mad, all night long…He's happy Mione, really happy. I don't know why, but I haven't been in this much pain since his return. He's getting stronger, I can feel it…I think he might have a new weapon or-"

"Harry, stop!" Hermione cut him off. He gave her a weird look and she trembled. "You're scaring me, Harry." He's not the one you should be scared of… A voice came into her head. She repressed a groan and ignored the voice. She focused on blocking her thoughts and leaned in towards Harry, lowering her voice. "Look, we can't talk about this right here, ok? Why don't you meet me in the Heads Room at lunch and we can eat there. Right now, there are too many people to risk anyone overhearing us."

His green eyes gave her a grateful look, "Ok that sounds good." He smiled and she told him how to get to the portrait of the Heads Room.

After they finished breakfast, they all went to Defense Against the Dark Arts. Today was not a practical lesson, so need less to say many of the students weren't very involved. Professor Hartman was giving a lecture on the curses that hold very dark magic, which can damage your physical and mental capabilities as a witch or wizard. He informed the class that he would be working with Professor Sprout for the next few weeks, and she would be teaching them herbal remedies to counter the dark curses. He then dismissed the class, and Hermione, Harry and Ron left the classroom.

"Well that was really interesting." Hermione prompted.

Harry nodded enthusiastically. "Finally they are teaching us something useful that we can use against Voldemort!"

Ron looked over at him surprised. Hermione was shocked, "Shh what if someone over hears you?"

"Mione, everyone knows that I am the one who has to face him. It's not a big deal…" Harry pointed out.

"Yes, Harry, people know you will battle Voldemort, but they don't need to know that we are working against him, especially not in school. What if a Slytherin had heard you just then?" Hermione asked seriously.

"Slytherin's aren't going to be able to get from Hogwarts to Voldemort's hideout." Harry said. "If that was possible, they would have gotten to one of us by now; they know how close we all are."

Voldemort's voice invaded her mind. Oh, poor Potter still thinks you're still safe. How sweet…Hermione growled in response to both Harry and Voldemort. "Harry we can't be too careful, alright and we can't trust Slytherins whether they have been involved with Voldemort or not." Leave Harry out of this and leave me alone! It's bad enough I have to live with Malfoy I don't want to live with you too!

Ron backed her up. "Mione's right, Harry. We need to stay under the radar."

Finally the dark haired boy gave in. "Ok, fine. We'll be more careful from now on."

Too bad that it won't matter if you are more careful. You're mine now and they have no idea. Potter will easily fall, and as for the Weasley's it will be the end of that dirty bloodline. And to think none of it would be possible without you, Hermione. A laugh resounded in her head.

"Ahh!" Harry clutched his scar, in searing pain.

Hermione became alarmed. "Harry! What's wrong?"

"He...he's really happy again. This isn't good, Mione…"

"Ok, well look we need to get to class. If we skip, we will attract way too much attention. You guys have Care of Magical Creatures and I have Ancient Runes. After class we can meet in my dorm, alright? I will be their when you arrive, I promise." She gave both of them a hug and they went separate directions.

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