A/N: Hey, sorry I've started a new job and been so busy and writing hasn't been on the radar but I finally have some down time and no longer have writers block. I kind of fell out of love with writing for a bit there but I am back. Enjoy the new chapter!

Silence

Silence was the first thing Hermiome noticed, no rustling of leaves in the wind, no crunching of boots in the gravel, the singing of birds. All of it was - gone.

The second thing Hermione noticed was warmth, comfort, a smell of clean linen tickled her nose. For that brief moment she thought she was home. Home with her mum and dad.

She stretched out and her hands brushed something above her head, cold, solid, but smooth. He fingers danced along.

Hermione opened her eyes, squinting, trying to get her sight to adjusted to the sunshine dancing through the window on the other side of the room. This wasn't home, this room was enormous compared to her bedroom back home. Home. If she wasn't home then where was she?

For a few moments Hermione thought she was back with The Order, had she made it back? Had they come looking for her? Was it all over? Finally.

But Hermione soon realised this was not the case, this room was decorated with beautiful dark ornate furniture. The bed she was in was a large four poster, beautiful red drapes hung from the sides. This room screamed wealth, power, status.

There was no such comfort with The Order. Instead it was lumpy mattresses, hard wooden slats, places that were dark, damp and rundown. So where the hell was she and who was she here with.

He watched her, he saw the way she relaxed into the comfort of the bed. He knew she felt safe, that she had forgotten what had happened. He would let her have this moment before he came in and reality came crashing down around her.

Creaking of a door nearby drew his attention away from her for a fraction of a second. When he looked back at her again she was sat up in bed, her lank wavy hair tumbling down over her shoulders and her bright hazel eyes staring around the room. Was she looking for an escape? Trying to figure out where she was? He couldn't read her and it - intrigued him and frustrated him.

"You brought HER here?" Perfectly manicured fingers gripped his shoulder. Draco often thought they reminded him of that bloody hippogriff from his days at Hogwarts, it's talons. Talons trying to dig into him. His grandmothers ringing sat on THAT finger mocking him.

Draco stared down at the stunningly beautiful witch beside him, his betrothed. The woman who was to standby him, to bare his children, to know her fucking place.

"She's the final piece Tori, what we have needed all along." He heard her inhale sharply.

"We - she - you mean." Draco cupped his hand under her chin his cool greys eyes staring into her dark chocolate coloured eyes.

"Yes Tori, Hermione Granger is going to end it all and then we will be free, reborn to be who we want to be." Draco's thumb wiped a stray tear from Astorias face as the witch smiled at him and walked away. The sound of her heels clicking on the stone floor as she walked away from him.

Draco looked back at Hermione, he would break her down, destroy every fibre of good left in her soul and when she was at the edge he would pull her back and make her in his imagine and then she would kill them all and Draco couldn't wait.

Hermione Granger would be his weapon, his bringer of death.

The large oak door to the room swung open and she knew who it was before she saw him. She sensed him, Godric that sounded so fucking stupid. So he was here, so this must be her own personal hell. It was the only explanation.

"So good of you to finally join us Granger, four days of sleep and you still look fucking awful." Charming as usual Hermione thought to herself. Draco confidently walked across the room taking a seat across from her his large frame dwarfing the obvious heirloom piece of furniture.

She looked at him, really looked at him. His dirty dishevelled hair was now clean and casually swept back, a devil may care look but Hermione guaranteed he spent more time on his appearance than she would on hers. His torn and dirty clothing replaced with a crisp white shirt and black dress pants. The only thing that was the same was the rings he wore on his fingers. He was breath- a misogynist asshole.

"Stare much Granger. Did your filthy muggle mother never teach you it is rude to stare?" He smirked at her, was goading her and she saw red.

In a flash she was in front of him ready to strike, link he dammed she would kill him. "Don't you dare talk about my mother - you piece of shit." She wished she had her wand right now, no her knife. She would slit his throat, watch his blood make pretty patterns on the stone floor.

His large hand engulfed her wrist, yanking her down hard, both of them now nose to nose. She could smell the mint of his toothpaste, the woody citrus cologne he had obviously bathed in. He smelt - god damn delicious. The wolf stirred from its slumber. No - no this was Malfoy, stupid bond was twisting its way inside her - making her having these - feelings.

"I suggest you play nicely golden girl, you are a long way from your precious Order now." She watched him, could see his pulse, it was calm and steady. His nose wrinkled in disgust.

"Through that door is a large bathroom, get showered and dressed. I have plans for you and no offence Granger but murder spree stench isn't what I am needing from you tonight."

Hermione yanked her wrist free as her blood ran cold, the events of the full moon came rushing through her mind like a freight train. Blood, screaming, more blood, body parts everywhere. She had killed - ten, twelve she couldn't be sure.

"Don't worry I made sure your little mess was cleaned up." He rose gracefully off the chair standing in front of her. He was tall, had he always been this tall? Hermione should feel intimidated by him but she wasn't. He had seen her, the real her and for some reason she was alive. He had kept her alive for some reason.

"Aren't you going to say thank you?" A lone finger tipped her chin up so cold grey eyes met warm hazel ones.

Her blood hummed again, her magic pulling, pulsing, wanting to connect with this monster in front of her. Part of her felt repulsed, sickened to her very core but the other part well maybe she was descending into madness.

She smiled at Draco sweetly, a false smile that masked her true feelings. He wasn't the only one that donned a mask.

"Why thank you so much Malfoy, now kindly get the fuck out" She turned around entering the bathroom slamming the door behind her all while Draco smirked behind her.

She smelt awful and that was with the house elves changing her clothing and wiping off the worst of the mud and blood that was caked on her skin. Draco couldn't deny that his magic was drawn to her, like a moth to a flame. He knew why and he knew she knew too. A minor complication - maybe but he could use this to his advantage. It was all about timing and leverage.

"So Grangers a werewolf, plan on sharing with the others?" Draco swirled the whiskey around his glass.

"In time, but for now -" he looked at Blaise, "it's just you and I that need to know."

"Do you know who turned her?" Draco took a long drink, the whiskey burning it's way down his throat. Oh he was fairly certain he knew who bestowed that curse on Granger. He would bet his life on it. It reeked of a certain wizard.

"I am fairly certain I know, I will find out for certain tonight." He heard his oldest friend sigh.

"You are playing with fire, just watch you don't get burned." He smirked into his drink.

"A dragon doesn't burn, a dragon does the burning." Yes he wanted to watch the world burn until all that was left was ash and out of the ashes he would be reborn.

Hermione came out the bathroom, she would never admit it to Malfoy but that shower was the most heavenly thing she had felt in years. This was the cleanest she had felt in a long long time. Even the damn towels felt like she was wrapped in the softest cloud.

She had discovered her trusty bag and wand were missing, she wasn't surprised. Irked yes, surprised no.

Something on the bed caught her attention, a beautiful gold dress lay on the bed along with a pair of black heels and a black velvet cloak. She ran the material through her fingers, the soft material catching on the roughness of her fingers. It had been a long time since she had worn something so fine.

"So I guess this is what I need to wear." What did Malfoy have planned for her? Maybe he wanted her to dress up nicely before he killed her? Maybe she would get some sort of last supper before he ended her?

Either way she didn't trust him and she would be ready for anything.

Do your worst Draco Malfoy.

He knocked on the large oak door and swung it open. To his surprise Granger stood in the middle of the room, hair swept back in some sort of pleat, clean, polished, wearing everything that was left out for her. She looked -

"Stare much Malfoy, it is very rude." Oh yes she looked shiny and new but she was still the same snarky Granger.

"I just thought how nice you looked and then you had to open that mouth of yours and let those ugly words fall out of it." She glared at him. Oh he was going to enjoy breaking her.

"Come Granger, we don't want to be late." He held his arm out for her.

"Exactly where are we going and why should I come with you?" Sighing deeply Draco resisted the urge to take out his wand and crucio her there on the spot. Would she scream for him?

"Can you not just do as you are told for once in your miserable life?" Those warm hazel eyes blazed daggers at him. Oh yes he would break that fiery spirit of hers.

"I have someone I think you will be interested to see, let's call it leverage if you will." He smoothed out his suit.

"Leverage? What - are you - can't you just give me a straight answer!"

"Why Granger would I want to do that? It would spoil the surprise. And this one is - well you will see." He signalled to his arm again.

He could see her debating with herself but he knew her curiosity would get the better of her and he was right. She tentatively took his arm and then they were gone.

She knew this place, this place haunted her dreams more times than she cared to admit. She could still hear her manic laughter. Why here? Was this some kind of sick joke? Take her back here to die, where she should have died all those years ago.

Her heart rate has picked up, her breathing grew unsteady. This place, this place terrified her. Why here?

"Come Granger, you don't want to miss dinner now." Draco smirked as he strode up to the front door.

Bastard.

"Either you walk on your own or I will make you - your choice."

She willed her feet to move and to her dismay they did. She stood shoulder to shoulder beside Draco as the door creaked open. Shivers ran up her spine.

"Master Draco -" a house elf, well what was left of this particular house elf greeted Draco.

"Lord Malfoy was expecting Miss Greengrass, not this -" Draco glared hard at the house elf.

"Change of plans Larkey, not that it is any of your business." He sneered at the house elf. The house elf bowed low.

"Apologies Master Draco, please come in. Lord Malfoy is in the drawing room."

Hermione was about to come face to face with Lucius again. She was looking forward to seeing Lucius, to see her handy work up close once again. In fact she was positively giddy but the uneasy feeling lurked in the back of her mind.

What was Draco up too.

He could feel her emotions rolling off her in waves, outside she had been terrified. So terrified he almost had to use the imperious curse on her. But she walked which was a damn shame.

Draco looked at the house elf Larkey it looked worse than last time, it's left arm was now completely gone, as was most of both ears and Draco was pretty sure it never walked with a limp. Lucius temper was obviously on top form then.

Draco taking Granger here was - well it was down right callous.

"Lord Malfoy, Master Draco -"

"Finally! It's about time you stopped your foolishness and came home. Larkey get Lady Malfoy - Draco! What is the meaning of this? You bring this - this filth into MY home." Larkey vanished.

Draco watched Lucius, he had already had a few drinks if the trembling of his hand as he held his wand was anything to go by - pathetic. But what was even more telling was Lucius was afraid, afraid of the mudblood girl standing right behind him.

"What is the meaning of this you - you stupid boy." Ah yes the stupid boy thing. Lucius would never call him a man, he would always be a stupid boy to him.

Draco laughed, "now father is that anyway to speak to my guest? Where are your manners?" Lucius looked behind Draco to where Hermione was standing. To Draco's surprise she stood tall, even as Lucius pointed his wand at her she didn't cower. No she wasn't intimidated by him. Draco could feel the anger rolling off of her though. Dare say if she had her wand Lucius would be on the floor dead, pity she didn't have it but there was always next time.

Hermione could feel her anger raging away inside her, she wanted him dead. If only she had her wand. He wouldn't be much of an opponent. No this Lucius was - pathetic, he couldn't even hold his wand without shaking. If the almost empty glass of whiskey was anything to go by he had obviously had a few.

She looked at him, he looked dishevelled, old and - afraid, he was afraid of her. Terrified. This pure blood wizard was afraid of mudblood witch, someone who was beneath him. Oh if only Voldemort could see how pathetic Lucius was, he would be dead before he hit the floor.

Hermione chuckled and gave him a small wave. She was tempted to blow him a kiss but thought better, he did have a wand pointed at her after all. "Did you miss me Lucius? I bet you think about me everyday, how is your eye? The one that's left that is." Hermione smirked at him.

Lucius paled further.

"You- filthy - mudblood whore!" He spat the words out at her. "Avada-" he rose his arm up higher. His one eye open wide staring right into her soul. She knew Draco would stop his father, if she died so would he.

"Lucius. Put. The. Wand. Down. Now!"

Hermione knew that voice anywhere, she had spent nights at Hogwarts discussing boys, summers at the Burrow sharing a room, dried her tears when they had to leave her behind when her, Ron and Harry went horcrux hunting.

"G - Ginny?"

"That's Lady Malfoy to you mudblood."

A/N: Ginny why do you do us like that??

Lady Malfoy to you mudbloods!

I can't wait for you all to read the next chapter.