" I cannot believe I am comforting this girl who I have hated for so
long. " Dracos' mind was racing. " But she is the heir to Voldemort. It is
my duty. " Yeah, all right that will really help convince me. But what
could he do? She was crying in his arms, and treating her poorly would not
only be wrong, but would earn him punishment for a later date. So he
continued to hold her.
What was he getting himself into?
But times have changed, and he realized that. Though for some reason, even due to circumstance he did not want to be mean to her. He felt as if having her in his arms was right. Weird, yeah that would describe this situation. But then she spoke.
" Draco..." she said through sobs.
She called him Draco.
" I don't understand! One day I'm living a fairly decent life, and then the next I learn that it has all been a complete lie. "
What could he possibly say to that?
But she just kept rambling on with things that he could not possibly answer. "Come on Granger please don't do this to me, " he thought. " As if things were not weird enough as it was. But how on earth could he just shut her up? "
Think. Think. Think.
" I could say it will be okay. But it won't. God she is getting on my nerves, I do not have the slightest clue what to tell her. Fuck, I barely know her. "
" Come on Draco, think. You are usually so good at this. "
Then out of no where, almost instinctively, he pressed his lips into hers.
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Hermione was bewildered at what just happened. He had just kissed her. Draco, kissed HER? Her sworn enemy, kissing her? And now she was even more confused. But why on Earth did she kiss him back? It was as if she wasn't herself for a moment there…She just continued to stare at him with a shocked expression.
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Why did I just do that? I cannot believe I just kissed Granger. What on fucking earth possessed me to do something as crazy as that? But she has kissed him back. Why…?
" Great now she is looking at me like I'm a complete psycho. I have to get out of here. "
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They kissed? Oh was Voldemort happy. Overjoyed. Things were working out better and faster then planned. Perfect.
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Draco got up to leave.
" I have to go " he said hastily, and stormed out of the room.
So Hermione was left to ponder the newest questions bombarding her mind.
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Draco could NOT believe what he had just done.
" How could I have done that? HOW? It was like something possessed me to do it, like another side of me took over. Why is it so confusing? " He was walking down the halls on the manner looking for his guest room, which he stayed in whenever he and his father were here.
When he finally found the door, and opened it, he dropped down on his bed in the spacious room. That was one good thing about Voldemort. He always provided such luxury, such grand accommodations. The walls of the room were a deep red. The décor consisted of back leather couches, black silk sheets on the bed, and other highly expensive items.
Draco got up, and walked to the bathroom to take a bath. He undressed, put his clothes on the side, and dipped his body into the steamy, soapy water. The bath tub was more or less like a giant Jacuzzi. So, Draco lay in it, feeling the water, trying to ignore the past few recent events.
As he was drying off a house elf strode in.
" Master requests your attendance at dinner. It will be held in the main dinning room. "
" Is it mandatory? " He half-whined.
" Yes I believe so. Master also says you must escort the Lady there, for she does not know where it is. You must be at her room in 25 minutes. "
Draco cursed at the elf and, when it was dismissed, it scurried out near tears.
So, he got up and put on his finest robes of black, which was plain, except for a silver serpent on the arm of it. He brushed back his hair to look neat, and put on his dress shoes. When his wand was tucked neatly into his pocket and his favorite cologne was on, it was time to get Hermione. Just great, he thought. Just great.
When he arrived at Hermione's room, for the second time that day, Draco politely knocked at the door and stood back. As it opened, he bowed to the women on the other end of the door.
But then he laid eyes on her and gasped.
She looked completely devastating. Her hair was half up, and it cascaded down her face in soft curls. Her chocolate eyes, which were flecked with purple, looked amazing with the make-up she had on. But her dress was even more stunning. The layers of purples and reds made her look like an 18th century princess. Her body looked amazing in it.
But then Draco realized what he was thinking.
Why was he thinking about her this way? Well, yeah, he was a teenage guy, but this wasn't just any girl. It was the girl he had hated for quite some time. Why did she keep, suddenly running through his mind?
" Umm.. " Hermione said nervously.
He realized that he still hadn't said anything.
" I have been told to escort you to dinner, though you were probably informed… "
She nodded and he continued. " Well its this way so follow me. "
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Her necklace warmed on her collarbone.
" Ugh, stop it," she thought.
But it just would not stop. She found herself blankly staring at Malfoy. He looked so sexy. So what if she had hated him for so long. He looked good. Real good. She had the biggest urge to kiss him…maybe even more….
Suddenly the necklace grew cold again, though she didn't notice, because the thoughts had stopped at the same moment, and she was to wrapped up in them to realize.
" What the hell was I thinking? I don't want Malfoy. What is going on in my head? " But she did not know. She had not the slightest idea.
They arrived at the main dining room. Many death eaters were there. At the head of the table was Voldemort, and Hermione was told to sit in the chair to his right. To his left was Lucius, and Draco sat next to his father. The closer to Voldemort you sat, the higher your rank. Macnair, Avery, LeStrange and a few others sat in her area of the table.
Voldemort rose from the table and picked up his glass of wine. " We will have a salute for my daughter, the heir to my fortune. "
Her stomach tightened remarkably. Hermione was quite uncomfortable.
Her name is Desiree, but you shall all refer to her at the Lady, unless she gives you permission to otherwise.
I am Hermione, she thought. Not Desiree
" But if she still wishes to be called Hermione, it is her choice. " He smiled at her and continued. " So now, To the Lady, my future heiress. "
Echoes of " To the Lady " were released.
Then they all began to eat. There was a grand feast of any food imaginable, and several courses. During dessert, Voldemort spoke to her. " My child, you are assimilating quite nicely. I am very proud. " He smiled and then turned to speak business with Lucius.
She simply nodded and looked to her plate. She wasn't hungry anymore. He was proud of her. The evilest wizard alive. Just great. Just fucking marvelous. This is the worst situation. She couldn't go home because then he would probably hurt her and- wait a minute! Her parents must be so worried. She tapped on Voldemorts shoulder. When he turned she spoke.
" Umm... father. "
He looked delighted.
" I was wondering. My parents probably noticed I was gone and I wanted to know what was going on with- "
" Not to worry child, it has all been worked out. They think you are at your friend Ron's house, Ron thinks you couldn't come due to a problem in the family and Lucius will go to your house to get your Hogwarts letter once it arrives. Do not worry, the muggles will not know it ever came, or that he ever went to take it. As well, we decided that on your behalf they will not be harmed. "
" Oh, umm, thank you… father… "
" Always a pleasure, my child. "
Hermione spent the rest of the evening listening, and opened her mouth to speak rarely. She was extremely uncomfortable, and missed her old life. At one point she even thought death would be a better path then living like this, but she decided against it, knowing how rash that would be.
She also knew, that she could never tell Harry, or Ron, or anyone by the looks of it. It almost seemed like she was destined to be alone. Destined to live in a complete lie of a life. Hermione would have to let everyone think she was still Hermione Granger and not, Desiree whoever. Wow, she didn't even know her last name. It could be Riddle? Or maybe Voldemort. She wanted to know but did not want to ask, out of fear of reality, and fear of the man who was supposedly her father.
That night she went to bed as soon as possible. She wanted to cry, but her eyes felt dry, like there were no tears left to fall. This added to her emptiness.
And so she slept, with only one thing on her mind.
" I will not be evil, I will not be evil, I will not. "
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A/N: I hope you all liked it… but I got A LOT more coming for you. I don't want to post the next chap till I get a few more reviews though, so please review for the story's sake. The next chap will be longer, hopefully juicer. Any probs just tell me. Thanks. Eclipse
4 the reviewers:
Jasmine – thank you! I feel special now. And about the # of death eaters, I figured it would work because he is gaining them every day. Plus he only killed the few that harmed her in the Dept. of mysteries that weren't loyal enough to keep their life, but I'll add in a few things about him gaining people to help with that.
Anna Potter – You made me feel special to! :-D
And to everyone else, yes I am going to post chapters quickly, cuz I no how much I hate waiting for chapters in other fan fics..lol
What was he getting himself into?
But times have changed, and he realized that. Though for some reason, even due to circumstance he did not want to be mean to her. He felt as if having her in his arms was right. Weird, yeah that would describe this situation. But then she spoke.
" Draco..." she said through sobs.
She called him Draco.
" I don't understand! One day I'm living a fairly decent life, and then the next I learn that it has all been a complete lie. "
What could he possibly say to that?
But she just kept rambling on with things that he could not possibly answer. "Come on Granger please don't do this to me, " he thought. " As if things were not weird enough as it was. But how on earth could he just shut her up? "
Think. Think. Think.
" I could say it will be okay. But it won't. God she is getting on my nerves, I do not have the slightest clue what to tell her. Fuck, I barely know her. "
" Come on Draco, think. You are usually so good at this. "
Then out of no where, almost instinctively, he pressed his lips into hers.
**************************
Hermione was bewildered at what just happened. He had just kissed her. Draco, kissed HER? Her sworn enemy, kissing her? And now she was even more confused. But why on Earth did she kiss him back? It was as if she wasn't herself for a moment there…She just continued to stare at him with a shocked expression.
**************************
Why did I just do that? I cannot believe I just kissed Granger. What on fucking earth possessed me to do something as crazy as that? But she has kissed him back. Why…?
" Great now she is looking at me like I'm a complete psycho. I have to get out of here. "
**************************
They kissed? Oh was Voldemort happy. Overjoyed. Things were working out better and faster then planned. Perfect.
**************************
Draco got up to leave.
" I have to go " he said hastily, and stormed out of the room.
So Hermione was left to ponder the newest questions bombarding her mind.
**************************
Draco could NOT believe what he had just done.
" How could I have done that? HOW? It was like something possessed me to do it, like another side of me took over. Why is it so confusing? " He was walking down the halls on the manner looking for his guest room, which he stayed in whenever he and his father were here.
When he finally found the door, and opened it, he dropped down on his bed in the spacious room. That was one good thing about Voldemort. He always provided such luxury, such grand accommodations. The walls of the room were a deep red. The décor consisted of back leather couches, black silk sheets on the bed, and other highly expensive items.
Draco got up, and walked to the bathroom to take a bath. He undressed, put his clothes on the side, and dipped his body into the steamy, soapy water. The bath tub was more or less like a giant Jacuzzi. So, Draco lay in it, feeling the water, trying to ignore the past few recent events.
As he was drying off a house elf strode in.
" Master requests your attendance at dinner. It will be held in the main dinning room. "
" Is it mandatory? " He half-whined.
" Yes I believe so. Master also says you must escort the Lady there, for she does not know where it is. You must be at her room in 25 minutes. "
Draco cursed at the elf and, when it was dismissed, it scurried out near tears.
So, he got up and put on his finest robes of black, which was plain, except for a silver serpent on the arm of it. He brushed back his hair to look neat, and put on his dress shoes. When his wand was tucked neatly into his pocket and his favorite cologne was on, it was time to get Hermione. Just great, he thought. Just great.
When he arrived at Hermione's room, for the second time that day, Draco politely knocked at the door and stood back. As it opened, he bowed to the women on the other end of the door.
But then he laid eyes on her and gasped.
She looked completely devastating. Her hair was half up, and it cascaded down her face in soft curls. Her chocolate eyes, which were flecked with purple, looked amazing with the make-up she had on. But her dress was even more stunning. The layers of purples and reds made her look like an 18th century princess. Her body looked amazing in it.
But then Draco realized what he was thinking.
Why was he thinking about her this way? Well, yeah, he was a teenage guy, but this wasn't just any girl. It was the girl he had hated for quite some time. Why did she keep, suddenly running through his mind?
" Umm.. " Hermione said nervously.
He realized that he still hadn't said anything.
" I have been told to escort you to dinner, though you were probably informed… "
She nodded and he continued. " Well its this way so follow me. "
**************************
Her necklace warmed on her collarbone.
" Ugh, stop it," she thought.
But it just would not stop. She found herself blankly staring at Malfoy. He looked so sexy. So what if she had hated him for so long. He looked good. Real good. She had the biggest urge to kiss him…maybe even more….
Suddenly the necklace grew cold again, though she didn't notice, because the thoughts had stopped at the same moment, and she was to wrapped up in them to realize.
" What the hell was I thinking? I don't want Malfoy. What is going on in my head? " But she did not know. She had not the slightest idea.
They arrived at the main dining room. Many death eaters were there. At the head of the table was Voldemort, and Hermione was told to sit in the chair to his right. To his left was Lucius, and Draco sat next to his father. The closer to Voldemort you sat, the higher your rank. Macnair, Avery, LeStrange and a few others sat in her area of the table.
Voldemort rose from the table and picked up his glass of wine. " We will have a salute for my daughter, the heir to my fortune. "
Her stomach tightened remarkably. Hermione was quite uncomfortable.
Her name is Desiree, but you shall all refer to her at the Lady, unless she gives you permission to otherwise.
I am Hermione, she thought. Not Desiree
" But if she still wishes to be called Hermione, it is her choice. " He smiled at her and continued. " So now, To the Lady, my future heiress. "
Echoes of " To the Lady " were released.
Then they all began to eat. There was a grand feast of any food imaginable, and several courses. During dessert, Voldemort spoke to her. " My child, you are assimilating quite nicely. I am very proud. " He smiled and then turned to speak business with Lucius.
She simply nodded and looked to her plate. She wasn't hungry anymore. He was proud of her. The evilest wizard alive. Just great. Just fucking marvelous. This is the worst situation. She couldn't go home because then he would probably hurt her and- wait a minute! Her parents must be so worried. She tapped on Voldemorts shoulder. When he turned she spoke.
" Umm... father. "
He looked delighted.
" I was wondering. My parents probably noticed I was gone and I wanted to know what was going on with- "
" Not to worry child, it has all been worked out. They think you are at your friend Ron's house, Ron thinks you couldn't come due to a problem in the family and Lucius will go to your house to get your Hogwarts letter once it arrives. Do not worry, the muggles will not know it ever came, or that he ever went to take it. As well, we decided that on your behalf they will not be harmed. "
" Oh, umm, thank you… father… "
" Always a pleasure, my child. "
Hermione spent the rest of the evening listening, and opened her mouth to speak rarely. She was extremely uncomfortable, and missed her old life. At one point she even thought death would be a better path then living like this, but she decided against it, knowing how rash that would be.
She also knew, that she could never tell Harry, or Ron, or anyone by the looks of it. It almost seemed like she was destined to be alone. Destined to live in a complete lie of a life. Hermione would have to let everyone think she was still Hermione Granger and not, Desiree whoever. Wow, she didn't even know her last name. It could be Riddle? Or maybe Voldemort. She wanted to know but did not want to ask, out of fear of reality, and fear of the man who was supposedly her father.
That night she went to bed as soon as possible. She wanted to cry, but her eyes felt dry, like there were no tears left to fall. This added to her emptiness.
And so she slept, with only one thing on her mind.
" I will not be evil, I will not be evil, I will not. "
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A/N: I hope you all liked it… but I got A LOT more coming for you. I don't want to post the next chap till I get a few more reviews though, so please review for the story's sake. The next chap will be longer, hopefully juicer. Any probs just tell me. Thanks. Eclipse
4 the reviewers:
Jasmine – thank you! I feel special now. And about the # of death eaters, I figured it would work because he is gaining them every day. Plus he only killed the few that harmed her in the Dept. of mysteries that weren't loyal enough to keep their life, but I'll add in a few things about him gaining people to help with that.
Anna Potter – You made me feel special to! :-D
And to everyone else, yes I am going to post chapters quickly, cuz I no how much I hate waiting for chapters in other fan fics..lol