Hey guys! Sorry its been so long! I wasn't well for a while, and after that I was too tired to actually write! I hope u guys aren't mad
Hope you like the rest of this story.
I actually have inspiration for another story I will start to write once this is over, and it will hopefully be a Draco, Hermione, Tom Riddle story (of course including Severus !) and
Voldermort smirked, obviously pleased.
"Of course you will my dear," he said silkily, and then he looked into her eyes, and she felt a prickling sensation inside her mind, as he invaded it. She pushed back all the thoughts she didn't want him to see, leaving her with the images and feelings beneficial to the plan.
The resentment, hatred and anger Hermione felt towards the Ministry.
Her in the library at school, her eyes wandering wistfully over some books to do with the Dark Arts.
Her yelling "I HATE YOU" at Harry.
He finally pulled back, pleased with what he saw.
"Welcome to the Dark side Mrs Snape," he said, smirking. Hermione smirked back slightly, and although it was small, it rivalled Voldermort's pretty well. Blaise looked indifferent to what was happening, and Draco looked pleased. Peter was twitching as usual, but Lucius had a large smirk on his face, as he walked towards her and held out his hand to help her up. She hesitated for a second, then took his hand as he helped her to her feet. He pulled her close so his lips almost touched her ear.
"Welcome indeed, Hermione," he whispered huskily, and Hermione pulled out of his grasp. She smiled up at him seductively, because she could see Snape looking at them from the corner of the room.
"Lucius dear, its treachery to flirt with your fellow Death Eater. Whatever would your wife say?" she said, smirking at the surprised look on his face.
When she turned to look at Snape, she noticed him looking at her strangely. His face was passive, and even his eyes didn't betray his feeling of suspicion. What is she up to?
Vldermort turned around to address his most treasured Death Eaters.
"We have a new Death Eater among us; Mrs Snape. Her inauguration ceremony will take place tonight, among the rest of your fellow Death Eaters. Until then, I trust she will be residing with you Severus, in Snape Manor?"
Snape nodded his head to confirm this. Hermione however was thoroughly, for the lack of a better word; pissed. She didn't say anything, but she didn't know how she would cope, staying with the man who ruined her life. She swallowed her pride though, because if she wanted the plan to work, she'd have to do as Voldermort says.
"Good, then until tonight."
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They hadn't spoken a word until they reached Snape Manor, when Snape rounded on Hermione.
"What the hell do you think you are playing at?" he hissed at her, as he grabbed her arm.
"What do you mean, Snape?" she said, deliberately using his surname to irritate him. And it worked.
"You will refer to me with respect!" he said to her, his voice dangerously low. This is what set Hermione off.
"Respect? You want me to treat you with respect? Why the hell should I? You didn't exactly do anything to earn my respect did you? Unless you call betraying me, and being the cause of my destruction respect worthy," she said to him angrily, and pulled out of his grasp while he stared at her in shock. She then walked away, not waiting nor wanting to hear his response.
And Snape was left staring after her, as the harsh truth of her words hit home.
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"I have s-some interesting news Master M-Malfoy," Peter Pettigrew stammered as he knelt in front of Lucius, who was currently sitting in the armchair, holding a goblet of firewhisky.
"Who is it about Pettigrew?" Lucius drawled, impatience in his tone. He was thinking of Hermione, a slight smirk on his face.
"It's about M-Mrs Snape."
Lucius turned all his attention to the pathetic figure in front of him, suddenly interested at the name of the beautiful woman who was now plaguing his dreams.
"What about her?" he asked, curious.
"It appears that she h-has a child M-master, a son."
Lucius was shocked into silence. A child?
"Whose child?" he asked, shock evident in his voice.
"I d-don't know Master."
Lucius relaxed into a devious smirk. The things he could do with that piece of information, and the things he could make Hermione do.
Hermione, darling. You're playing with fire now.
