…"AAAAGGGHHH!!!" There was a stunned silence that echoed around the circle
of Death Eaters. " Sweet …" Voldemort looked questioningly at Draco,
"Granger - Hermione." Draco replied figuring that he didn't know her name.
"Sweet Hermione, what is the matter??? Would you have preferred the stake
to be a different colour?" he stared distraught at the frightened figure in
front of him. She looked back at him horrified, " sweet? SWEET??! Who do
you think you are? I'm tied to a god damn stake here in front of a pile of
Death Eaters making prats of themselves doing strange dances – god only
knows what you may try to do to me! I've just found out that Malfoy is
truly a Death Eater – not that that's a massive surprise, there is no-one
for miles around except you and your gang of freaks! My throat hurts from
screaming and I haven't started revising for my school exam yet!" she
stopped and gasped for breath. Voldemort stood in front of her – his hair
standing on end and his face frozen in a look of shock. He finally managed
to mutter to Draco, "She is very err…opinionated isn't she?" to which Draco
only smirked. The Death Eaters began dancing again, Voldemort started to
hurry around getting the clothes ready for his Daughter and Draco stood
smirking at the fire feeling very satisfied with the outcome of this
evening. Hopefully Voldie would realise what a pain Granger was and decide
he didn't really want a daughter any way. After about 10 minutes Hermione
cleared her throat loudly – "AHEM!" every eye in the circle turned to stare
at her – except for Magatha Breech who was blind so looked off in some
obscure direction hoping it was the right one – Hermione suddenly looked
embarrassed. " Well, aren't you going to…kill me? Presumably that is what
you intended to do." Everyone just carried on staring at her.
Voldemort stopped flicking a piece of dust of the special robes and smiled at her, "Kill? No, no dear-" Hermione glared at him, "-Hermione, you see I have something to tell you. I'm your-" but before he could finish Draco yelled "No! You can't just do it like that –as enjoyable as it would be to watch – you have to explain it all properly…how about later?" Voldemort stopped for a moment and appeared to be thinking though Draco doubted if he ever thought. Finally he nodded contentedly and turned back to his Death Eaters, " Guys, can you give her the robes? I don't like the ones she's got on – far too…cheap looking. Go on then!" He shoved them forward grabbing Creve back so he could discuss when the photos should be taken. With a loud crack Hermione was stripped to her underwear. " What the…? Couldn't you have warned me about this I could have worn better knickers at least!" She complained as they zapped a bin out of no-where and chucked her Gryffindor robes into it. "Hey – you can't do that! What will I wear?" They ignored her moaning – except for Draco who glared up at her and muttered, " Shut your trap idiot – don't forget whom you're talking to here." She shot him a murderous look and then looked down at herself, realised that her worst enemy was talking pointedly to her chest and turned the kind of red that could challenge the colour of a tomato. Draco doubled over in hysterics at her face and gasped, " You look like Dumbledore has just walked in on you and Ron while you were-" And then she screamed at him to shut up, which he did – but only because he had the feeling that his life time supply of chocolate frogs could be in jeopardy if he carried on. "Listen Granger – old Voldie's got something to tell you…and I would tell you now but I would so love to see the look on your face when he announces it in around- oh, five minutes." He smirked at the inquisitive look on Hermione's face.
She was distracted though by the little cloaked men attaching a black robe to her. She stared at it in awe. It was black as night with long green serpents twirling round the base and sleeve ends. The tongues of the serpents were silver as were the markings. In the centre of the robe were the words DD in silver that were written beautifully in italics. She noticed in the corner that there was an old looking badge saying "Support Voldemort" or something similar – she couldn't quite read it. Voldemort stepped forward and zapped her hair into braids woven with silver and green thread. All the Death Eaters breathed a loud sigh of appreciation like they were at a firework display. Malfoy muttered something under his breath but he couldn't deny that she looked amazing. Voldemort smiled broadly at her and his chest swelled with pride. Once she had got over the shock of being fussed over so much she sighed frustrated, " O.K., now I'm all done up etc. are you going to kill me? Because I really don't want to spend too much time here so could you please speed up your little dance and get on with it." Voldemort waved his hand at his followers and suddenly they all stopped dead. "Hermione, it is time for me to tell you…I'm your…well, you see…it's like this…" Voldemort was growing increasingly pink trying to find the right way to say it. Eventually he gave up and pushed Malfoy forward, "Oh, you tell her!" He mumbled hurriedly. Draco sighed heavily and looked straight into Hermione's eyes, he felt a sharp twinge somewhere in his stomach…he had never felt this before- and he didn't really like it either. He had a sudden urge to grab her and kiss her till he died of suffocation. Ooh, he thought, this is bad…this is very bad. Damn it to Hell I think I might have a thing for Granger!! Draco sucked in the cold night air and pushed his thoughts away with a shudder. He avoided her gaze though – he thought it was safer that way – and addressed her casually, "Granger, much as I hate to tell you this…" He paused for dramatic effect and saw Hermione wriggle in frustration…yep, he confirmed, he definitely had a major thing for her. "…well, you are about to meet your real father – in fact, you've met him already. He is…" He paused again – he loved his dramatic effect all right! He stepped back and pointed his arm at his master, "…Him. Good old Voldemort."
Her eyes grew so wide Malfoy feared that they might pop out of her head. " He can't be…no…this doesn't make any sense…HOW?" Voldemort skipped forward at this point ready to tell his whole story. "You see sweetie, your mother and I got it on one night in a barn…and you were the result. It was before I was really powerful, but once I gained my amazing power I had trouble keeping you – I was advised to get rid of you… for your own sake as your mum didn't think you'd like having a Dark Lord as a daddy – heaven knows why not! But I listened and I gave you up for adoption. Unfortunately, at the wizard adoption centre no-one wanted a baby who had my blood in it so you didn't get any offers. So as a last resort we sent you to a muggle adoption centre. You were snapped up there as no one knew who I was. And you know the rest. I would have come for you but…you know thanks to that Potter boy I didn't have a body so that was a minor hitch." He smiled expectantly up at his daughter who stared in horror back. "Listen, I don't know why you think this – anyone could match my description…why do you think I'm your daughter?" She breathed out loudly and looked desperately around her. " Err…well I just sort of know! It is definitely you. Definitely." Voldemort seemed happy with his reply…Hermione didn't. "Right, just let me out of these ropes and give me some time to think. O.K.?" She sounded tired and agitated. Voldemort agreed but only if she let Malfoy accompany her so she didn't run away. She reluctantly agreed. Malfoy on the other hand was jiggling on the spot in anticipation. This was going to be really fun.
Hermione and Draco walked down to the nearby stream (well, it might have been a stream a long, long time ago – it now looked more like a half dried out trickle of pee. Hopefully it wasn't.) and sat down. Hermione looked down at her black, silver and green dress, up at Malfoy, over to where the charmed bonfire was still blazing and back to the dress again. She then gazed up at the stars for a couple of seconds before finally bursting into tears, much to Draco's alarm. Draco reached out and awkwardly patted her on the back. Hermione snapped back to reality and realized that Malfoy was still there. She tried to run away so as to hide her tears. She found herself flat on her stomach in the Stream of Pee. "Sorry about that, master told me not to let you out of my sight." She glared up at him with something that was desperately trying to be hatred but not quite succeeding. He smirked back. "All my life has been a complete lie!" She sniffed sitting up in the mud. Draco laughed, " No need to sound like a cheap angsty chick flick!" he was still getting those twinges in his stomach that made him feel very uncomfortable in Hermione's presence. " I think there is every need! I am the daughter of my best friends enemy! Almost everyone's enemy! Well, I think I can safely say that my chances of being head girl have just gone completely down the drain!" She stood up and stomped her foot harshly, "ow!" she wailed holding her leg. She was covered in mud and to make matters worse she began ripping bits of her dress of, "I HATE THIS! WHY, WHY, WHY??? GRRRRRRRRRR" she then chose Draco to take her anger out on by attempting to kick him in the shin, she missed and ended up kicking him right where it hurts. He doubled over in pain and groaned from his curled position on the floor. Hermione sat down in triumph and said, " Well, now I feel better. How about you?" she looked down at the agonised face of Draco who muttered the words, "Fine, just…fine." Before heaving himself onto the stone next to Hermione. A loud horn sounded in the distance, " Err… we better get back – I think Voldie wants to sort out where you will sleep tonight." She grumbled something presumably cruel under her breath and stomped off with Malfoy at her side back into the ring of eagerly awaiting Death Eaters. She had to admit…she wasn't hating all this attention. And, with sudden realisation…she didn't think she was hating Draco either!
Voldemort stopped flicking a piece of dust of the special robes and smiled at her, "Kill? No, no dear-" Hermione glared at him, "-Hermione, you see I have something to tell you. I'm your-" but before he could finish Draco yelled "No! You can't just do it like that –as enjoyable as it would be to watch – you have to explain it all properly…how about later?" Voldemort stopped for a moment and appeared to be thinking though Draco doubted if he ever thought. Finally he nodded contentedly and turned back to his Death Eaters, " Guys, can you give her the robes? I don't like the ones she's got on – far too…cheap looking. Go on then!" He shoved them forward grabbing Creve back so he could discuss when the photos should be taken. With a loud crack Hermione was stripped to her underwear. " What the…? Couldn't you have warned me about this I could have worn better knickers at least!" She complained as they zapped a bin out of no-where and chucked her Gryffindor robes into it. "Hey – you can't do that! What will I wear?" They ignored her moaning – except for Draco who glared up at her and muttered, " Shut your trap idiot – don't forget whom you're talking to here." She shot him a murderous look and then looked down at herself, realised that her worst enemy was talking pointedly to her chest and turned the kind of red that could challenge the colour of a tomato. Draco doubled over in hysterics at her face and gasped, " You look like Dumbledore has just walked in on you and Ron while you were-" And then she screamed at him to shut up, which he did – but only because he had the feeling that his life time supply of chocolate frogs could be in jeopardy if he carried on. "Listen Granger – old Voldie's got something to tell you…and I would tell you now but I would so love to see the look on your face when he announces it in around- oh, five minutes." He smirked at the inquisitive look on Hermione's face.
She was distracted though by the little cloaked men attaching a black robe to her. She stared at it in awe. It was black as night with long green serpents twirling round the base and sleeve ends. The tongues of the serpents were silver as were the markings. In the centre of the robe were the words DD in silver that were written beautifully in italics. She noticed in the corner that there was an old looking badge saying "Support Voldemort" or something similar – she couldn't quite read it. Voldemort stepped forward and zapped her hair into braids woven with silver and green thread. All the Death Eaters breathed a loud sigh of appreciation like they were at a firework display. Malfoy muttered something under his breath but he couldn't deny that she looked amazing. Voldemort smiled broadly at her and his chest swelled with pride. Once she had got over the shock of being fussed over so much she sighed frustrated, " O.K., now I'm all done up etc. are you going to kill me? Because I really don't want to spend too much time here so could you please speed up your little dance and get on with it." Voldemort waved his hand at his followers and suddenly they all stopped dead. "Hermione, it is time for me to tell you…I'm your…well, you see…it's like this…" Voldemort was growing increasingly pink trying to find the right way to say it. Eventually he gave up and pushed Malfoy forward, "Oh, you tell her!" He mumbled hurriedly. Draco sighed heavily and looked straight into Hermione's eyes, he felt a sharp twinge somewhere in his stomach…he had never felt this before- and he didn't really like it either. He had a sudden urge to grab her and kiss her till he died of suffocation. Ooh, he thought, this is bad…this is very bad. Damn it to Hell I think I might have a thing for Granger!! Draco sucked in the cold night air and pushed his thoughts away with a shudder. He avoided her gaze though – he thought it was safer that way – and addressed her casually, "Granger, much as I hate to tell you this…" He paused for dramatic effect and saw Hermione wriggle in frustration…yep, he confirmed, he definitely had a major thing for her. "…well, you are about to meet your real father – in fact, you've met him already. He is…" He paused again – he loved his dramatic effect all right! He stepped back and pointed his arm at his master, "…Him. Good old Voldemort."
Her eyes grew so wide Malfoy feared that they might pop out of her head. " He can't be…no…this doesn't make any sense…HOW?" Voldemort skipped forward at this point ready to tell his whole story. "You see sweetie, your mother and I got it on one night in a barn…and you were the result. It was before I was really powerful, but once I gained my amazing power I had trouble keeping you – I was advised to get rid of you… for your own sake as your mum didn't think you'd like having a Dark Lord as a daddy – heaven knows why not! But I listened and I gave you up for adoption. Unfortunately, at the wizard adoption centre no-one wanted a baby who had my blood in it so you didn't get any offers. So as a last resort we sent you to a muggle adoption centre. You were snapped up there as no one knew who I was. And you know the rest. I would have come for you but…you know thanks to that Potter boy I didn't have a body so that was a minor hitch." He smiled expectantly up at his daughter who stared in horror back. "Listen, I don't know why you think this – anyone could match my description…why do you think I'm your daughter?" She breathed out loudly and looked desperately around her. " Err…well I just sort of know! It is definitely you. Definitely." Voldemort seemed happy with his reply…Hermione didn't. "Right, just let me out of these ropes and give me some time to think. O.K.?" She sounded tired and agitated. Voldemort agreed but only if she let Malfoy accompany her so she didn't run away. She reluctantly agreed. Malfoy on the other hand was jiggling on the spot in anticipation. This was going to be really fun.
Hermione and Draco walked down to the nearby stream (well, it might have been a stream a long, long time ago – it now looked more like a half dried out trickle of pee. Hopefully it wasn't.) and sat down. Hermione looked down at her black, silver and green dress, up at Malfoy, over to where the charmed bonfire was still blazing and back to the dress again. She then gazed up at the stars for a couple of seconds before finally bursting into tears, much to Draco's alarm. Draco reached out and awkwardly patted her on the back. Hermione snapped back to reality and realized that Malfoy was still there. She tried to run away so as to hide her tears. She found herself flat on her stomach in the Stream of Pee. "Sorry about that, master told me not to let you out of my sight." She glared up at him with something that was desperately trying to be hatred but not quite succeeding. He smirked back. "All my life has been a complete lie!" She sniffed sitting up in the mud. Draco laughed, " No need to sound like a cheap angsty chick flick!" he was still getting those twinges in his stomach that made him feel very uncomfortable in Hermione's presence. " I think there is every need! I am the daughter of my best friends enemy! Almost everyone's enemy! Well, I think I can safely say that my chances of being head girl have just gone completely down the drain!" She stood up and stomped her foot harshly, "ow!" she wailed holding her leg. She was covered in mud and to make matters worse she began ripping bits of her dress of, "I HATE THIS! WHY, WHY, WHY??? GRRRRRRRRRR" she then chose Draco to take her anger out on by attempting to kick him in the shin, she missed and ended up kicking him right where it hurts. He doubled over in pain and groaned from his curled position on the floor. Hermione sat down in triumph and said, " Well, now I feel better. How about you?" she looked down at the agonised face of Draco who muttered the words, "Fine, just…fine." Before heaving himself onto the stone next to Hermione. A loud horn sounded in the distance, " Err… we better get back – I think Voldie wants to sort out where you will sleep tonight." She grumbled something presumably cruel under her breath and stomped off with Malfoy at her side back into the ring of eagerly awaiting Death Eaters. She had to admit…she wasn't hating all this attention. And, with sudden realisation…she didn't think she was hating Draco either!