A/N: Well, everyone say THANK YOU to the stupid electrical company in New York called "Con Edison". In case some of you don't know most areas from as far south as Virginia, as far west as Michigan, and as far north as Toronto, Canada had NO power what so ever. From about 4:10pm yesterday (8/14/03) until 2:30pm today (8/15/03) I had absolutely no power, so we had a BLACK OUT PARTY! I'm talking pitch black, we had candlelight, that was it. No traffic lights, no refrigerators, no air conditioners, NOTHING. I never saw so many stars over Long Island ever. Anyway, so that's why you didn't get an update yesterday night, I had the chapter written and everything. So I'd like to thank the following for reviewing: Little Witch, jee.jee, Tristanlover59, PinkTribeChick, PsychoticNetJunkie, Fleur, Otaku, Nikajendayiuadjit, Blue Kami, Diva Star 919, Angel 1251, Kat, Charity, LegolasGirl666, Morgan27, Piedermorts*bodyguard, DanishGirl, AngelFire, Draco is the Man and DragonLove22.
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Chapter 10 -- Untitled
It was late in the evening. The Malfoys had left hours ago, Rhiannon had fallen asleep on the couch in the study where Tom was currently mulling over papers and fills and ancient prophecies. Anything that would give any sort of indication of his return to power. He needed some sort of glimmer, a ray of hope in his dark dull world, that one day he would indeed do what he was brought forth to do.
It had occurred to him before that he could use Hermione in his quest, but never until Lucius brought it up, had he thought to question her loyalty. There were only a few sure fire ways to test her loyalty, and the most viable option was Vertariserum. He could bring her home during the holidays and slip it into her drink during the ball.
True, he thought, that this was a rather sneaky thing to do, especially to his own daughter, but the end justifies the means. He needed to assure his daughter's loyalty, because for some strange reason, he felt that she might have an extremely important part in the up coming war.
***
Time passed slowly for Hermione and Draco. Despite Pansy's tizzy on the train, the Slytherins were very welcoming of Hermione. Though she couldn't help but think the only reason for this was that she was the Dark Lord's daughter, she accepted her new role with them, where she was both respected and feared.
Draco and Hermione would walk down the hallways and people would scatter to either side clearing a pathway for them. 'Never,' she thought, 'would anyone have done this for Harry and Ron.' But while this was a completely new experience for Hermione, Draco simply smirked and thought of it was business as usually. Except now of course, the Prince of Slytherin had his Princess. Together they would rule the school, and soon the entire wizarding world.
This was all very unsettling to the rest of the school of course. To see Hermione Granger, turn into Hermione Riddle was quite enough. But to then see her on the arm of supposed enemy, was possibly the most unsettling thing of it all. Especially to two male Gryffindors.
Ron was still in a state of shock. Simply not being able to face up to the fact that the girl he loved for so many years turned out to be his best friend's arch nemesis' daughter. Every once and awhile he would let out a delusional laugh and just shake his head, babbling something completely inane.
Harry was also shocked, but not to the point of Ron. Harry could still properly function and form sentences, which Ron was only recently regaining the ability to do.
"Harry?" Ginny called to him while sitting in the Gryffindor common room one rainy morning.
"Yeah Gin," he answered distantly.
"I know you're still hurting about Hermione--"
"Don't say her name," he growled.
"May I point out," she continued boldly, as if he hadn't said anything, "That you pushed her away? You threw her out? You fueled her rage. You fueled even more so her father's rage, if she told daddy dearest what you did to her."
"I couldn't even bring myself to look at her Gin," Harry said breaking down, "She looks like him."
"I know Harry," she said putting a comforting arm around him, "I saw him too...."
***
"Lucius," Tom said, "You will have to get Snape to brew us a very strong vertariserum. I will be slipping it in my daughter's drink at the ball."
"Yes, master."
"While you're at it Lucius, have him brew two... I think it is time we see where Severus' loyalties lie..."
A/N: It's ridiculously short and I'm sorry for that but it was extremely late when this was written... and I can't think of anything more or any better way to end this chapter.
Disclaimer: My fandom will never happen.
Chapter 10 -- Untitled
It was late in the evening. The Malfoys had left hours ago, Rhiannon had fallen asleep on the couch in the study where Tom was currently mulling over papers and fills and ancient prophecies. Anything that would give any sort of indication of his return to power. He needed some sort of glimmer, a ray of hope in his dark dull world, that one day he would indeed do what he was brought forth to do.
It had occurred to him before that he could use Hermione in his quest, but never until Lucius brought it up, had he thought to question her loyalty. There were only a few sure fire ways to test her loyalty, and the most viable option was Vertariserum. He could bring her home during the holidays and slip it into her drink during the ball.
True, he thought, that this was a rather sneaky thing to do, especially to his own daughter, but the end justifies the means. He needed to assure his daughter's loyalty, because for some strange reason, he felt that she might have an extremely important part in the up coming war.
***
Time passed slowly for Hermione and Draco. Despite Pansy's tizzy on the train, the Slytherins were very welcoming of Hermione. Though she couldn't help but think the only reason for this was that she was the Dark Lord's daughter, she accepted her new role with them, where she was both respected and feared.
Draco and Hermione would walk down the hallways and people would scatter to either side clearing a pathway for them. 'Never,' she thought, 'would anyone have done this for Harry and Ron.' But while this was a completely new experience for Hermione, Draco simply smirked and thought of it was business as usually. Except now of course, the Prince of Slytherin had his Princess. Together they would rule the school, and soon the entire wizarding world.
This was all very unsettling to the rest of the school of course. To see Hermione Granger, turn into Hermione Riddle was quite enough. But to then see her on the arm of supposed enemy, was possibly the most unsettling thing of it all. Especially to two male Gryffindors.
Ron was still in a state of shock. Simply not being able to face up to the fact that the girl he loved for so many years turned out to be his best friend's arch nemesis' daughter. Every once and awhile he would let out a delusional laugh and just shake his head, babbling something completely inane.
Harry was also shocked, but not to the point of Ron. Harry could still properly function and form sentences, which Ron was only recently regaining the ability to do.
"Harry?" Ginny called to him while sitting in the Gryffindor common room one rainy morning.
"Yeah Gin," he answered distantly.
"I know you're still hurting about Hermione--"
"Don't say her name," he growled.
"May I point out," she continued boldly, as if he hadn't said anything, "That you pushed her away? You threw her out? You fueled her rage. You fueled even more so her father's rage, if she told daddy dearest what you did to her."
"I couldn't even bring myself to look at her Gin," Harry said breaking down, "She looks like him."
"I know Harry," she said putting a comforting arm around him, "I saw him too...."
***
"Lucius," Tom said, "You will have to get Snape to brew us a very strong vertariserum. I will be slipping it in my daughter's drink at the ball."
"Yes, master."
"While you're at it Lucius, have him brew two... I think it is time we see where Severus' loyalties lie..."
A/N: It's ridiculously short and I'm sorry for that but it was extremely late when this was written... and I can't think of anything more or any better way to end this chapter.