A/N- I am going to start trying to make the chapters longer. Also if there
are any problems at all with my fic please inform me. (Because on my
computer none of the quote marks seem to be showing up correctly.) But it
might just be me…Thanks for reading. Please review, it makes me feel
better. :-P And to those who did, thanks a bunch, luv yaz.
-Eclipse
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What the hell is Draco Malfoy doing here? She thought. I do not want to see him. I hate him. Why is he here? And why is he smiling? WHY? The confusion was consuming her.
She continued to glare at them. But not a word was uttered.
"WHY DID I BRING YOU FOOLS HERE AGAIN? WERENT YOU SUPPOSED TO TELL MY DAUGHTER SOMETHING? HASTEN BEFORE I KILL YOU ALL!" Voldemort cried, wand out, looking completely menacing.
Obviously terrified beyond belief they all came to Hermione on their knees, begging forgiveness, though she could barely hear them with all the commotion… But she was not paying attention to them anyway. Draco was sitting in a chair at the other end of the room, patiently waiting, although looking almost embarrassed of his fathers' actions, but trying to conceal these feelings well. However, he obviously was not supposed to be apologizing.. Come to think of it he never actually harmed her, so why should he.
LeStrange cleared her throat. She obviously wished to speak.
" My lady, " she stuttered, " I give you my deepest of apologies and regrets for EVER harming you. I did not know who you were. I was just trying to do your fathers bidding…"
Her father. The words still shocked her
LeStrange continued. " I am so sorry for having ever hurt you in any way. "
She looked fearful, as though she believed that if she uttered one wrong word, her tombstone would await her.
" If there is anything, ANYTHING I can do for you, to make it up to you, please do not hesitate to ask. I will serve you with the deepest loyalty, just as I do my lord. " With that she looked at Voldemort, he nodded, and the next person proceeded to speak. It was Avery.
But Hermione was only half-paying attention, catching bits of " – my deepest apologies- " and " – I shall be your most faithful servant- " and other stupid, empty lies that she knew were only being uttered because of their fear of their Lord.
Instead, she focused her attention on the oblivious Draco Malfoy. He was sitting down calm and collected as though this was a completely normal event for him. She was just about to turn away and pretend to listen to more of Avery's lies when she caught sight of something shining around Draco's neck. It was a necklace, which highly resembled hers, only the stone was that of an emerald. But, disregarding that, it had the same strong silver chain, the same silver coils holding the up amethyst, or in his case emerald, stone, and the same 2 diamonds on either side of the precious stone. Even though the necklace looked so feminine on her, he made his appear quite masculine, as it lay on his broad, well-shaped frame. Come to think of it he had a nice body to, and such piercing gray-green eyes that looked like-
"Wait a minute! She thought, why the FUCK am I checking out Draco Malfoy!? I HATE HIM."
She focused her attention now on Macnair who was kneeling in front of her pleading for forgiveness.
" Blah blah blah, " she thought… " Can he please just shut up I'm bored… "
But then Lucius approached her. Suddenly she was interested. She definitely wanted to hear some form of apology from HIM. She crossed her legs and smiled, thinking she'd finally get into this daughter thing, but then inwardly cursed herself for even thinking that her * supposed father * would ever be more to her then a villain.
Lucius bowed down in front of her, lowered his head in respect and smirked up at her.
Trademark Malfoy grin, she thought. Sickening. Especially from Lucius.
He began to speak. " Well I must say I am quite pleased to find that my Lords daughter has grown up to be such a brilliant and beautiful young- "
She snorted.
He disregarded this and continued. " -Lady. I do apologize for harming you, mentally or physically in any way, and for assuming that you were, ehh- , muggle born. As I can see, you are obviously quite the opposite of what I presumed. "
Draco was watching his father with an unreadable expression.
" I am honored to be at your service and I do wish that we can start over again. I thank you for your time, under these, well, confusing circumstances. "
He stood up, bowed and then walked back over to the others.
" Well My child, I must ask you if you forgive these people."
Oh, she had their lives in her hands! Maybe she should just drag it out a bit. But toying around with them didn't seem very fun. Plus, even though she hated them with such a burning passion, she was too kind hearted to have harm done to them, since they were forced into it. Nevertheless, she immediately regretted what she said.
" I suppose I shall, for now. "
" Very well then. Now I must do some business with my followers, so I shall leave you here. Draco, do stay and keep her company, inform her of what is going on, for I know she must still have her doubts about, us. "
With that the adults left the room, following Voldemort, and bowing once again to Hermione.
And then it was just her and Draco.
Neither spoke for quite some time, but soon Hermione had to break the ice. There was so much she just had to know, even though she wished she didn't have to know it at all.
" Draco, you weren't very surprised to see that I was Voldemorts daughter, " she snapped.
He smirked at her.
" Well that because I've known since the middle of our 6th year. 6 months of knowledge takes the shock away. At least it makes sense. "
She was shocked. " HOW THE HELL DID YOU KNOW AND I DIDN'T? "
" Dad tells me everything. They've been planning on how to get you for a long time. It is much more complicated then you think."
Wow. How is it that he knew more about her then she did? Now she knew how Harry felt all the time… But why wasn't Draco being mean to her? Making fun of her? Calling her names? She was baffled.
" Why are you being so, nice- well, polite to me? Why aren't you making fun of me like usual? "
He smirked, again.
" Hmm... I wonder. Maybe because you are not the mudblood I thought you were? Or could it be that you're Voldemorts daughter? Or maybe I just grew up. Plus, I always had the problem with Potter and Weasley. I only made fun of you because you were their little friend. "
" Oh, " she muttered, but she still had more to ask. She mustered up her courage and asked the crucial question that had been bothering her.
" Where did you get that necklace from? "
" This? My father gave it to me. A few other's have ones like it, too. He said it was a present from the Lord to all of his most loyal followers' children. A way of welcoming us I think. "
" Welcoming you to what? " she stammered.
" To his inner circle of course. Due to our parents loyalty we are brought into the circle immediately. "
" Oh… " She was beginning to feel sick.
" You've had yours since birth right? " Malfoy asked, almost kindly.
" Yeah, you? "
" Since Christmas 5th year " he responded.
" And I guess you're just so damned proud to become a death-eater aren't you? " she snapped foolishly at him.
" What is with the temper Granger? Oh, Whoops, I mean My Lady " he smirked again.
" Do NOT call me that! I am not evil like he is. I will never do the things he does, ever! " Hermione tried to hold back the tears that were battling to come free, but could not. " I am just so confused! I don't know what I'm going to do! He cannot be my father, I cant be evil like him, " she pleading through saltwater tears.
He put his arm around her.
Why is he comforting me? Why am I crying on him?
Because right about now he is the only thing I know that is real. The one thing from my life that is still here, regardless of the hate we shared in prior years.
Voldemort smiled. The evil was already at work on his daughter's soul. She's finding comfort in someone with evil flowing through his veins.
"It is all working out perfectly. "
-Eclipse
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What the hell is Draco Malfoy doing here? She thought. I do not want to see him. I hate him. Why is he here? And why is he smiling? WHY? The confusion was consuming her.
She continued to glare at them. But not a word was uttered.
"WHY DID I BRING YOU FOOLS HERE AGAIN? WERENT YOU SUPPOSED TO TELL MY DAUGHTER SOMETHING? HASTEN BEFORE I KILL YOU ALL!" Voldemort cried, wand out, looking completely menacing.
Obviously terrified beyond belief they all came to Hermione on their knees, begging forgiveness, though she could barely hear them with all the commotion… But she was not paying attention to them anyway. Draco was sitting in a chair at the other end of the room, patiently waiting, although looking almost embarrassed of his fathers' actions, but trying to conceal these feelings well. However, he obviously was not supposed to be apologizing.. Come to think of it he never actually harmed her, so why should he.
LeStrange cleared her throat. She obviously wished to speak.
" My lady, " she stuttered, " I give you my deepest of apologies and regrets for EVER harming you. I did not know who you were. I was just trying to do your fathers bidding…"
Her father. The words still shocked her
LeStrange continued. " I am so sorry for having ever hurt you in any way. "
She looked fearful, as though she believed that if she uttered one wrong word, her tombstone would await her.
" If there is anything, ANYTHING I can do for you, to make it up to you, please do not hesitate to ask. I will serve you with the deepest loyalty, just as I do my lord. " With that she looked at Voldemort, he nodded, and the next person proceeded to speak. It was Avery.
But Hermione was only half-paying attention, catching bits of " – my deepest apologies- " and " – I shall be your most faithful servant- " and other stupid, empty lies that she knew were only being uttered because of their fear of their Lord.
Instead, she focused her attention on the oblivious Draco Malfoy. He was sitting down calm and collected as though this was a completely normal event for him. She was just about to turn away and pretend to listen to more of Avery's lies when she caught sight of something shining around Draco's neck. It was a necklace, which highly resembled hers, only the stone was that of an emerald. But, disregarding that, it had the same strong silver chain, the same silver coils holding the up amethyst, or in his case emerald, stone, and the same 2 diamonds on either side of the precious stone. Even though the necklace looked so feminine on her, he made his appear quite masculine, as it lay on his broad, well-shaped frame. Come to think of it he had a nice body to, and such piercing gray-green eyes that looked like-
"Wait a minute! She thought, why the FUCK am I checking out Draco Malfoy!? I HATE HIM."
She focused her attention now on Macnair who was kneeling in front of her pleading for forgiveness.
" Blah blah blah, " she thought… " Can he please just shut up I'm bored… "
But then Lucius approached her. Suddenly she was interested. She definitely wanted to hear some form of apology from HIM. She crossed her legs and smiled, thinking she'd finally get into this daughter thing, but then inwardly cursed herself for even thinking that her * supposed father * would ever be more to her then a villain.
Lucius bowed down in front of her, lowered his head in respect and smirked up at her.
Trademark Malfoy grin, she thought. Sickening. Especially from Lucius.
He began to speak. " Well I must say I am quite pleased to find that my Lords daughter has grown up to be such a brilliant and beautiful young- "
She snorted.
He disregarded this and continued. " -Lady. I do apologize for harming you, mentally or physically in any way, and for assuming that you were, ehh- , muggle born. As I can see, you are obviously quite the opposite of what I presumed. "
Draco was watching his father with an unreadable expression.
" I am honored to be at your service and I do wish that we can start over again. I thank you for your time, under these, well, confusing circumstances. "
He stood up, bowed and then walked back over to the others.
" Well My child, I must ask you if you forgive these people."
Oh, she had their lives in her hands! Maybe she should just drag it out a bit. But toying around with them didn't seem very fun. Plus, even though she hated them with such a burning passion, she was too kind hearted to have harm done to them, since they were forced into it. Nevertheless, she immediately regretted what she said.
" I suppose I shall, for now. "
" Very well then. Now I must do some business with my followers, so I shall leave you here. Draco, do stay and keep her company, inform her of what is going on, for I know she must still have her doubts about, us. "
With that the adults left the room, following Voldemort, and bowing once again to Hermione.
And then it was just her and Draco.
Neither spoke for quite some time, but soon Hermione had to break the ice. There was so much she just had to know, even though she wished she didn't have to know it at all.
" Draco, you weren't very surprised to see that I was Voldemorts daughter, " she snapped.
He smirked at her.
" Well that because I've known since the middle of our 6th year. 6 months of knowledge takes the shock away. At least it makes sense. "
She was shocked. " HOW THE HELL DID YOU KNOW AND I DIDN'T? "
" Dad tells me everything. They've been planning on how to get you for a long time. It is much more complicated then you think."
Wow. How is it that he knew more about her then she did? Now she knew how Harry felt all the time… But why wasn't Draco being mean to her? Making fun of her? Calling her names? She was baffled.
" Why are you being so, nice- well, polite to me? Why aren't you making fun of me like usual? "
He smirked, again.
" Hmm... I wonder. Maybe because you are not the mudblood I thought you were? Or could it be that you're Voldemorts daughter? Or maybe I just grew up. Plus, I always had the problem with Potter and Weasley. I only made fun of you because you were their little friend. "
" Oh, " she muttered, but she still had more to ask. She mustered up her courage and asked the crucial question that had been bothering her.
" Where did you get that necklace from? "
" This? My father gave it to me. A few other's have ones like it, too. He said it was a present from the Lord to all of his most loyal followers' children. A way of welcoming us I think. "
" Welcoming you to what? " she stammered.
" To his inner circle of course. Due to our parents loyalty we are brought into the circle immediately. "
" Oh… " She was beginning to feel sick.
" You've had yours since birth right? " Malfoy asked, almost kindly.
" Yeah, you? "
" Since Christmas 5th year " he responded.
" And I guess you're just so damned proud to become a death-eater aren't you? " she snapped foolishly at him.
" What is with the temper Granger? Oh, Whoops, I mean My Lady " he smirked again.
" Do NOT call me that! I am not evil like he is. I will never do the things he does, ever! " Hermione tried to hold back the tears that were battling to come free, but could not. " I am just so confused! I don't know what I'm going to do! He cannot be my father, I cant be evil like him, " she pleading through saltwater tears.
He put his arm around her.
Why is he comforting me? Why am I crying on him?
Because right about now he is the only thing I know that is real. The one thing from my life that is still here, regardless of the hate we shared in prior years.
Voldemort smiled. The evil was already at work on his daughter's soul. She's finding comfort in someone with evil flowing through his veins.
"It is all working out perfectly. "