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Pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, -- A break? Ahh, no, just a turn up in intensity—PAIN, PAIN, PAIN, PAIN, PAIN, PAIN, PAIN, PAIN, PAIN, PAIN, PAIN, PAIN. Over. I crumple to the floor, every atom in my body crying in the after-effects of the Cruciatus curse. An hour and a half- I wasn't quite expecting that much as punishment for being late, but who can expect anything from the Dark Lord himself?
Ever so slowly, I move into a kneeling position, being sure to keep my head down. I have to act meek, although on the inside I am annoyed. From this position, I can see the black carpeting, the circle of shoes and legs shifting uncomfortably around me, the pair of black-booted feet in front of me. And then, a voice.
"Hermione."
I still do not look up, though my instinct tries to force me to. At this stage, one must ignore instinct or risk being "discharged" from the Death Eaters--- killed.
The voice speaks again. "I don't think that you will be late again, will you?" a cold voice laced with cruelty enters my ears. "Answer me."
"No my, Lord." I say softly, and then pray that the Dark Lord is not angry again- he does not like weaklings in his circle, and I have answered in a meek voice. Thankfully, no black boot comes swinging into contact with my face.
"Stand up, Hermione, and take your place. I will speak with you after the meeting. "Voldemort says.
"Yes my Lord." I say, my voice monotone, and I quickly pick myself off the carpet and move into the circle between Lucius Malfoy and a newcomer, who shivers as I take my place. The meeting goes on, and, after adjusting my mask, I look around at the Dark Lord's mansion, just as I always do.
"We have a new follower, my friends." Voldemort says, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Let us see if he is up to being a Death Eater, shall we? Tomorrow is his induction, and one of you must explain the procedure beforehand. Who will volunteer?" His crimson eyes scan the ring, but no one steps forward. His eyes fall on me, and he grins. "Hermione. A little extra, shall we say, penance for your misdeed? Tomorrow, 11 O'clock, here."
"Once again, I nod. "Yes, Master. I shall do as you wish." I say, and the meeting ends. Moving quickly, I stand, head bowed, in front of the Dark Lord, hoping that his inquiries will not take long- I have better things to do.
After what seems an eternity, he acknowledges my presence. "Anything I need know, Hermione?" he asks, because I am one of the most knowledgeable spies. Being a top member in the Order of the Phoenix and closely tied to Dumbledore, I hear everything planned for their side. Anything I hear is quickly relayed to the Dark Lord.
"No, my Lord." This is always my answer, and yet he still uses wandless Legilimency on me. As he takes hold of my mind, images parade in front of my eyes, delaying for a moment on the scene of my friends playing chess. Then, he releases me. "Yes, I knew there was a reason for your tardiness. But I cannot be partial to you, can I?" he asks, a cold smile crossing his face.
The Dark Lord waves me away, and I am only too glad to go. Pulling out my wand, I quickly apparate to my next destination- Malfoy Manor.
Arms grab me from behind as I walk to the gates of the manor. Turning around, my lips are claimed by none other than Lucius Malfoy, and I quickly kiss back. After his son Draco and wife Narcissa were found guilty of being spies for Dumbledore, Voldemort quickly had them killed. I joined the Death Eater ranks as a spy soon after, and Lucius began to court me within four months of my induction.
We break the kiss, and Lucius puts his hands on my waist. "Marry me, Hermione." He whispers, and I shake my head. Three years he has courted me, and he has asked me to wed him for two years. Each time, however, I refuse. There are still obstacles to cross and goals to meet before I make any long-term commitments. Lucius is second only to Voldemort, and I have promised to help him become second to none. This and much else must happen before I say I do.
Still wrapped in each other's arms, we slowly make our way to the manor for a glass of wine. I have a few hours to relax with him before I return to my friends, and I intend to use them wisely.
Review, loyal readers!!! Flames will be used to bake a chocolate cake for Professor Snape's birthday! Yay!
NOTE: Many thanks and cyber-cookies to FieryWordess, who will go down in my history book as my first reviewer ever!
Pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, -- A break? Ahh, no, just a turn up in intensity—PAIN, PAIN, PAIN, PAIN, PAIN, PAIN, PAIN, PAIN, PAIN, PAIN, PAIN, PAIN. Over. I crumple to the floor, every atom in my body crying in the after-effects of the Cruciatus curse. An hour and a half- I wasn't quite expecting that much as punishment for being late, but who can expect anything from the Dark Lord himself?
Ever so slowly, I move into a kneeling position, being sure to keep my head down. I have to act meek, although on the inside I am annoyed. From this position, I can see the black carpeting, the circle of shoes and legs shifting uncomfortably around me, the pair of black-booted feet in front of me. And then, a voice.
"Hermione."
I still do not look up, though my instinct tries to force me to. At this stage, one must ignore instinct or risk being "discharged" from the Death Eaters--- killed.
The voice speaks again. "I don't think that you will be late again, will you?" a cold voice laced with cruelty enters my ears. "Answer me."
"No my, Lord." I say softly, and then pray that the Dark Lord is not angry again- he does not like weaklings in his circle, and I have answered in a meek voice. Thankfully, no black boot comes swinging into contact with my face.
"Stand up, Hermione, and take your place. I will speak with you after the meeting. "Voldemort says.
"Yes my Lord." I say, my voice monotone, and I quickly pick myself off the carpet and move into the circle between Lucius Malfoy and a newcomer, who shivers as I take my place. The meeting goes on, and, after adjusting my mask, I look around at the Dark Lord's mansion, just as I always do.
"We have a new follower, my friends." Voldemort says, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Let us see if he is up to being a Death Eater, shall we? Tomorrow is his induction, and one of you must explain the procedure beforehand. Who will volunteer?" His crimson eyes scan the ring, but no one steps forward. His eyes fall on me, and he grins. "Hermione. A little extra, shall we say, penance for your misdeed? Tomorrow, 11 O'clock, here."
"Once again, I nod. "Yes, Master. I shall do as you wish." I say, and the meeting ends. Moving quickly, I stand, head bowed, in front of the Dark Lord, hoping that his inquiries will not take long- I have better things to do.
After what seems an eternity, he acknowledges my presence. "Anything I need know, Hermione?" he asks, because I am one of the most knowledgeable spies. Being a top member in the Order of the Phoenix and closely tied to Dumbledore, I hear everything planned for their side. Anything I hear is quickly relayed to the Dark Lord.
"No, my Lord." This is always my answer, and yet he still uses wandless Legilimency on me. As he takes hold of my mind, images parade in front of my eyes, delaying for a moment on the scene of my friends playing chess. Then, he releases me. "Yes, I knew there was a reason for your tardiness. But I cannot be partial to you, can I?" he asks, a cold smile crossing his face.
The Dark Lord waves me away, and I am only too glad to go. Pulling out my wand, I quickly apparate to my next destination- Malfoy Manor.
Arms grab me from behind as I walk to the gates of the manor. Turning around, my lips are claimed by none other than Lucius Malfoy, and I quickly kiss back. After his son Draco and wife Narcissa were found guilty of being spies for Dumbledore, Voldemort quickly had them killed. I joined the Death Eater ranks as a spy soon after, and Lucius began to court me within four months of my induction.
We break the kiss, and Lucius puts his hands on my waist. "Marry me, Hermione." He whispers, and I shake my head. Three years he has courted me, and he has asked me to wed him for two years. Each time, however, I refuse. There are still obstacles to cross and goals to meet before I make any long-term commitments. Lucius is second only to Voldemort, and I have promised to help him become second to none. This and much else must happen before I say I do.
Still wrapped in each other's arms, we slowly make our way to the manor for a glass of wine. I have a few hours to relax with him before I return to my friends, and I intend to use them wisely.
Review, loyal readers!!! Flames will be used to bake a chocolate cake for Professor Snape's birthday! Yay!