Hermione and Snape reached the Malfoy's doorstep at six with a loud crack.
Hermione beamed and knocked lightly on the door. Draco answered.
"Hey Mudblood." He smiled at her. "Professor. come in."
"Hermione! So glad you could come." Lucius smiled brightly. "I must say I am excited about tonight. Well get started as soon as the dark lord arrives with Peter."
"Great." She grinned looking around. She did love the Malfoy's home. She felt like royalty every time she came.
"Mudblood!" Draco called. "Come upstairs with me, Id like to show you my chambers." He smiled slyly.
Hermione followed him up to the third floor and he lead her through a set of double doors into his room. It was definitely the coolest room she had ever been in. The ceiling was like the one downstairs, except it had comets and shooting stars flying across it. The room was completely round and the windows overlooked the ocean outside.
"I didn't know you lived in a beach house." Hermione said, feeling foolish. She had never actually came to his home by normal means, just Floo and apparating.
"I don't. The view is enchanted. Today it's the beach, tomorrow it may be the mountains, or maybe the city."
"Oh." She said simply. Draco's bed was at least King size with blue velvety blankets and pillows. "I would have expected to see more green."
"You know, I really don't like green all that much. Blue is much nicer, it makes my eyes stand out." He said vainly. "But I still prefer Slytherin over Ravenclaw."
Hermione continued to look around his room and then noticed something she should have seen when she walked in. A television. With an xBox.
"How did you." she pointed at the electronic equipment.
"Oh dad had a friend at the ministry fix it so it wouldn't need electricity to work. Pretty cool huh?"
"Very. So why did you call me up here?" she finally asked.
Draco walked past her, flopping on his oversized bed, his black robes falling in a wrinkled heap next to him.
"If I tell you something do you swear you wont rat me out?" he asked looking up at her.
She sat next to him on the fluffy bed, sinking in. "Yes."
"I let him go." Draco said quietly, looking at the ceiling.
"You let who go?" Hermione asked, the answer dawning on her as the words came out.
"Weasley."
"Why? Draco if your father! If Voldemort finds out." she said quickly.
"You want to lower your voice a bit? I had to let him go."
"But he knows about me! He's going to tell Dumbledore!"
"He doesn't know anything. I happen to be fantastic at memory charms. He thinks he got drunk and passed out on the Quidditch Field."
"Why would you do that? You hate the Weasleys."
"Because I know, you would never forgive yourself." He said slowly. Before Hermione could speak up he continued. "I had to kill someone close to me, they made me use Adava Kedavra on her."
"Who?"
"And it still hurts." Draco sat up on his bed and looked at the floor. "It hurts to live with myself sometimes."
"Draco who did you kill?"
"My sister. Genevieve. She's two years older then us."
"Why didn't she go to Hogwarts?"
"She was a Squib. Mum and Dad never let her go anywhere. Never out of the house. They were embarrassed."
"So what happened?"
"Last year. Voldemort started recruiting again. Of course my father nominated me. Voldemort wanted me to prove myself to him by murdering someone who was close to me. Well of course the Death Eaters suggested Genevieve, saying she had no real use. They made me kill her the way you killed Ginny the other night."
"So if you know the guilt is unbearable why did you let me kill Ginny?"
"Its not the same. You and Ginny aren't that close. You and Ron are like family. He's your best friend. You wouldn't be able to live with yourself."
Hermione thought for a moment. "Thank you." She smiled. "I'm sorry about Genevieve."
"Oh, it doesn't hurt so bad anymore. Ill live. Honestly this is the first time I've talked about it. Mum and dad pretend like she never existed."
Hermione pivoted in her place on his bed to face him. "I'm glad you could talk to me, about it."
"Yea, well I didn't want you to go through the same thing as me."
"What will happen when the find out you let him go?"
"They wont! They cant!" Draco's eyes flashed in panic. "Everything will be fine. No one will know. Please, don't let it slip, Hermione."
"Alright Draco, you can trust me." She smiled warmly.
"Thank you." He squeaked, and placed his thin hand over hers. She felt a chill spread across her starting with that hand. She looked up into Draco's crystal blue eyes and suddenly felt feverish. He was by far the best looking guy in the school, his blonde hair always kept neatly back, though today a loose strand hung near his eyes.
She felt him getting closer to her. A million thoughts flashed in her head. Draco is a user. Its unethically. Why not? Your a sixteen year old girl, live a bit!
He closed the distance between them and Hermione felt his soft lips push against her own. She hadn't kissed anyone since her fourth year, and Viktor Krum wasn't exactly winning any awards for kissing. Besides Draco's felt different. It was more affirmative. She could feel him take control as he slipped his warm tongue in her mouth.
'Quit analyzing this! Just enjoy the moment!' a voice yelled in her head. She allowed Draco to push her back onto the cushy blue bedspread, her hair spilling around her head. She was definitely enjoying the moment. This was in fact the best she felt in a long time. The feeling of Draco's weight over her, taking the initiative, it was just what shed been longing for. Everyone had been so gutless these past few months, she had become the leader. Now someone else was taking over and it was satisfying her.
Draco suddenly sat up, looking at her with a small, but apparent crazy expression.
"I cant kiss you. You're a Mudblood." He murmured.
"Draco - I think.."
"No. He would never allow it. We cant." Draco muttered, his blue eyes staring straight through her.
"Well maybe you should make your own decisions, Draco." Hermione touched his pale cheek softly and leaned in and kissed him again. She felt him get lost in the kiss once again before pulling away.
"I cant --- I'm just - not ready." He looked at the floor.
"That's fine. Maybe we should go downstairs, Lord Voldemort is most likely here by now."
Draco lead her back down to the first floor and into the library where the other Death Eaters were meeting. They slipped on their black masks and walked in as Voldemort was making a speech. Hermione couldn't believe what she saw, he had completely transformed.
He looked like just like the eighteen year old Tom Riddle she had seen in school yearbooks.
"Hermione, Draco. Please join us." His voice didn't hiss anymore.
They walked over and took their places in the circle. Hermione saw three Muggles tied up on the floor, gagged and blindfolded. A girl, close to her own age, a man, close to forty, and an old woman. This was it. She would be doing one of the things the Death Eater's were infamous for.
"Bring me the Weasley boy." Voldemort said jovially, his eyes shining ocean blue.
Bellatrix left the circle and headed for a door at the end of the library. Hermione watched her open it before she turned back towards them.
"He's gone." Bella said. "He's escaped!" her voice growing louder.
All the black masks focused on Hermione.
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Alright how was that? Please review and let me know, constructive criticism is welcome as always. *laughs nervously* So anyways was that easy enough to follow?
"Hey Mudblood." He smiled at her. "Professor. come in."
"Hermione! So glad you could come." Lucius smiled brightly. "I must say I am excited about tonight. Well get started as soon as the dark lord arrives with Peter."
"Great." She grinned looking around. She did love the Malfoy's home. She felt like royalty every time she came.
"Mudblood!" Draco called. "Come upstairs with me, Id like to show you my chambers." He smiled slyly.
Hermione followed him up to the third floor and he lead her through a set of double doors into his room. It was definitely the coolest room she had ever been in. The ceiling was like the one downstairs, except it had comets and shooting stars flying across it. The room was completely round and the windows overlooked the ocean outside.
"I didn't know you lived in a beach house." Hermione said, feeling foolish. She had never actually came to his home by normal means, just Floo and apparating.
"I don't. The view is enchanted. Today it's the beach, tomorrow it may be the mountains, or maybe the city."
"Oh." She said simply. Draco's bed was at least King size with blue velvety blankets and pillows. "I would have expected to see more green."
"You know, I really don't like green all that much. Blue is much nicer, it makes my eyes stand out." He said vainly. "But I still prefer Slytherin over Ravenclaw."
Hermione continued to look around his room and then noticed something she should have seen when she walked in. A television. With an xBox.
"How did you." she pointed at the electronic equipment.
"Oh dad had a friend at the ministry fix it so it wouldn't need electricity to work. Pretty cool huh?"
"Very. So why did you call me up here?" she finally asked.
Draco walked past her, flopping on his oversized bed, his black robes falling in a wrinkled heap next to him.
"If I tell you something do you swear you wont rat me out?" he asked looking up at her.
She sat next to him on the fluffy bed, sinking in. "Yes."
"I let him go." Draco said quietly, looking at the ceiling.
"You let who go?" Hermione asked, the answer dawning on her as the words came out.
"Weasley."
"Why? Draco if your father! If Voldemort finds out." she said quickly.
"You want to lower your voice a bit? I had to let him go."
"But he knows about me! He's going to tell Dumbledore!"
"He doesn't know anything. I happen to be fantastic at memory charms. He thinks he got drunk and passed out on the Quidditch Field."
"Why would you do that? You hate the Weasleys."
"Because I know, you would never forgive yourself." He said slowly. Before Hermione could speak up he continued. "I had to kill someone close to me, they made me use Adava Kedavra on her."
"Who?"
"And it still hurts." Draco sat up on his bed and looked at the floor. "It hurts to live with myself sometimes."
"Draco who did you kill?"
"My sister. Genevieve. She's two years older then us."
"Why didn't she go to Hogwarts?"
"She was a Squib. Mum and Dad never let her go anywhere. Never out of the house. They were embarrassed."
"So what happened?"
"Last year. Voldemort started recruiting again. Of course my father nominated me. Voldemort wanted me to prove myself to him by murdering someone who was close to me. Well of course the Death Eaters suggested Genevieve, saying she had no real use. They made me kill her the way you killed Ginny the other night."
"So if you know the guilt is unbearable why did you let me kill Ginny?"
"Its not the same. You and Ginny aren't that close. You and Ron are like family. He's your best friend. You wouldn't be able to live with yourself."
Hermione thought for a moment. "Thank you." She smiled. "I'm sorry about Genevieve."
"Oh, it doesn't hurt so bad anymore. Ill live. Honestly this is the first time I've talked about it. Mum and dad pretend like she never existed."
Hermione pivoted in her place on his bed to face him. "I'm glad you could talk to me, about it."
"Yea, well I didn't want you to go through the same thing as me."
"What will happen when the find out you let him go?"
"They wont! They cant!" Draco's eyes flashed in panic. "Everything will be fine. No one will know. Please, don't let it slip, Hermione."
"Alright Draco, you can trust me." She smiled warmly.
"Thank you." He squeaked, and placed his thin hand over hers. She felt a chill spread across her starting with that hand. She looked up into Draco's crystal blue eyes and suddenly felt feverish. He was by far the best looking guy in the school, his blonde hair always kept neatly back, though today a loose strand hung near his eyes.
She felt him getting closer to her. A million thoughts flashed in her head. Draco is a user. Its unethically. Why not? Your a sixteen year old girl, live a bit!
He closed the distance between them and Hermione felt his soft lips push against her own. She hadn't kissed anyone since her fourth year, and Viktor Krum wasn't exactly winning any awards for kissing. Besides Draco's felt different. It was more affirmative. She could feel him take control as he slipped his warm tongue in her mouth.
'Quit analyzing this! Just enjoy the moment!' a voice yelled in her head. She allowed Draco to push her back onto the cushy blue bedspread, her hair spilling around her head. She was definitely enjoying the moment. This was in fact the best she felt in a long time. The feeling of Draco's weight over her, taking the initiative, it was just what shed been longing for. Everyone had been so gutless these past few months, she had become the leader. Now someone else was taking over and it was satisfying her.
Draco suddenly sat up, looking at her with a small, but apparent crazy expression.
"I cant kiss you. You're a Mudblood." He murmured.
"Draco - I think.."
"No. He would never allow it. We cant." Draco muttered, his blue eyes staring straight through her.
"Well maybe you should make your own decisions, Draco." Hermione touched his pale cheek softly and leaned in and kissed him again. She felt him get lost in the kiss once again before pulling away.
"I cant --- I'm just - not ready." He looked at the floor.
"That's fine. Maybe we should go downstairs, Lord Voldemort is most likely here by now."
Draco lead her back down to the first floor and into the library where the other Death Eaters were meeting. They slipped on their black masks and walked in as Voldemort was making a speech. Hermione couldn't believe what she saw, he had completely transformed.
He looked like just like the eighteen year old Tom Riddle she had seen in school yearbooks.
"Hermione, Draco. Please join us." His voice didn't hiss anymore.
They walked over and took their places in the circle. Hermione saw three Muggles tied up on the floor, gagged and blindfolded. A girl, close to her own age, a man, close to forty, and an old woman. This was it. She would be doing one of the things the Death Eater's were infamous for.
"Bring me the Weasley boy." Voldemort said jovially, his eyes shining ocean blue.
Bellatrix left the circle and headed for a door at the end of the library. Hermione watched her open it before she turned back towards them.
"He's gone." Bella said. "He's escaped!" her voice growing louder.
All the black masks focused on Hermione.
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Alright how was that? Please review and let me know, constructive criticism is welcome as always. *laughs nervously* So anyways was that easy enough to follow?