Author's Note: Thank you for the reviews. Anyway, I've decided enter the dragon, snake, or whatever you guys call him in chapter three. I've put in something that you people probably never even thought would happen so I'll be joyful when I get flamed. I mean, you guys never thought that anything like this would happen so.let the flaming ceremony begin! Oh, and please review! Thanx!



Chapter Two: My Hand in Marriage

~ Hermione's P.O.V. ~



* "Voldemort," I gasped. Voldemort just swiped his hand and I began to vanish. The last words I heard from him were, "After the ceremony all of the Muggle world will be mine." And from what I could tell, Voldemort had vanished into thin air. Not long after he vanished, I also vanished.



I arrived at a place where there were lights all around. And I heard a distant singing, but from all my knowledge of magic that Hogwarts had taught me, this had to be an illusion. I tried pinching myself and yet, nothing. Maybe, it wasn't an illusion. Maybe. just maybe, I might have died. Maybe Voldemort has a whole cabinet full of curses and hexes we don't know about. And maybe, instead of using the killing curse on me, he used a, a, a. curse that we don't know about.



Then, as everything started making sense to me, my surroundings changed. The temperature started going up, the lights in the distance turned to flames and engulfed the whole.city or whatever it is, were. The singing suddenly stopped and all I heard were piercing screams of people, and one that I could make out as my parents'.



I thought that this had to be an illusion. Then, I saw him. The monster that killed Harry's parents and my parent's. The screams were of the people that Voldemort, himself, had killed. Who would have guessed that someone being feared as much as Voldemort is, would send someone else to do his dirty work for him?



"What do you want with me?" I asked him, my voice disdained with anger. He was the monster that was making me sulk. The monster that was making my grades go down.



"All I ask of you is. your hand in marriage. Do you accept?" He asked in a rather calm voice. What dimension did he think he was in? In a dimension where he wasn't feared and where it would be an honor to be his wife? Well, I really don't think there is such a dimension. Who would want to be your wife? Huh? Pansy Parkinson? No, she would want to marry the slimy ferret, Malfoy!



"And what is your plan behind all this? To get to Harry? Huh? What is it?" I asked him, my voice dripping with hate and anger. What kind of plan did he have behind all this? I'm in my sixth year at Hogwarts, and of course, I am a prefect.



"You're smart. Well, that's what I hear. Figure it out," he said, still keeping his voice calm. He disgusted me! But why me? Why? If it wasn't because of Harry, then why? He did admit there was a plan behind all this, but what was it? *



"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I screamed. "It was all a dream?" I asked no one in particular. I just needed to get it out. I stumbled out of my bed and went to turn on my lights when I heard his voice.



"No, it wasn't a dream. But you can choose to marry any of my Death Eaters if you like, or you can marry any Death Eater-to-be."



Why me? Why, oh why, oh why? I'll deal with this in the morning. Oh, why me? Well, if Voldemort's going to play that way, I will to! Funny how I used to fear Voldemort, but now all that fear turned to hate.





~ end chapter two ~ Tell me what you think, k? Or else I won't be able to make it better and then you'll have to suffer and I definitely don't want that. Don't worry, Hermione's not gonna marry Voldemort, but only if you want her to. Which I definitely don't think you want that to happen. Your opinion is really important in this ficcy. Tell me who you want her to marry, k?