Evil Never Looked So Good
By: Rosa Nicole
Chapter 4 : Secret Meeting
Hermione couldn't believe where she was. Sleeping in a room with Slytherin girls, who she thought hated her. Why did they always make fun of her anyway? This was all so new and confusing her Hermione, she didn't know what to make of it. She didn't even know if she was supposed to be feeling all of the things she was feeling. The only thing Hermione knew for sure, was that she was afraid of Draco.
Hermione rubbed her tender wrist, and turned over in bed. It wasn't even allowed for Gryffindor's to stay in Slytherin tower. But of course, Draco wasn't one to abide by rules...of any kind.
"Wake up, secret meeting."
Hermione quickly sat up. Pansy was shaking her and saying something about a meeting.
"Hurry up, let's go."
Hermione swung her feet over the side of the bed, and rubbed her eyes. Girls in bras and panties were running around, trying to find robes and wands, and brush their hair.
Pansy tossed Hermione a long black robe to throw over her nightgown, and before she could even think, Hermione was being pulled down the stairs, and into the freezing common room.
"W-What's going on?" Hermione asked sleepily.
Pansy put a finger to her lips to quiet everyone, and nobody answered Hermione's question.
Draco then came down the stairs, followed by a group of tired looking 6th and 7th year boys. Draco's face, however, was alert, and ready.
"Where is she?" Draco asked loudly, shoving Crystal aside. Pansy pushed Hermione in front of Draco, and he grabbed her arm. "Whatever you do, don't let go of me," he whispered. Hermione couldn't believe it, but he actually sounded afraid.
//Maybe I'm just imagining it.//
"Where are we going?" Hermione dared to ask quietly. "Don't speak," Draco snarled. "If you say one word to anyone for the rest for the night, you will seriously regret it."
Hermione simply nodded.
"Okay, let's go," Draco said quietly, addressing the group. They all nodded, and made their way over to the fireplace. He touched a brick on the fireplace, and the others all put their hands on Draco's body, giving them full access to the portkey.
//Oh, what's going on? I'm scared.//
When everything stopped, and they were finally in a new location, Hermione tried to get her eyes to focus, but everything was dark. It was extremely cold, and hard to see anything. She felt bodies pressed against her, and Draco's hand wrapped around her small arm. Her hair was limp and damp from sweat, and the mixture of frost and humans.
"This way," whispered a voice, and someone had come to lead them. Hermione shut her eyes and allowed Draco to lead her with the others. No one spoke, and they all moved with the same rhythmic sense. Their fear was so intense, Hermione could almost taste it. Greater than anything she had ever felt in her life. A door opened, and everyone shuffled in.
The room was lit with torches, and it was a little easier to see. There was already a few robed wizards leaning against the wall, and a cloaked figure sat in a tall stone chair in the middle of the room.
"Welcome junior division," the figure cackled. "Have a seat."
They all sat down, and Draco sat Hermione on the floor in front of him. She buried her head into his lap, trying not to look at what she knew was Lord Voldemort.
"Draco, who's this?" asked Voldemort, standing up, and placing an icy hand on Hermione's shoulder.
Her whole body tensed, and her eyes grew wide. Voldemort yanked her hair, and forced her head out of Draco's lap. "Oh, what have we here? So pretty....so very pretty.....Who is she?"
//Lord, oh God in heaven, have mercy on me.//
"Her name is Hermione Granger. She is a 7th year Gryffindor, and she is very powerful."
Draco sounded confident, and sure of himself. It was a rare quality in a group full of young shaking dark wizards.
"I like the way your mind works Draco," Voldemort said, his lips turning up in a smile and his hand caressing her cheek. "We could use her...Oh, we could use her. She could be our link. Our connection. Our lifeline. Oh yes, she could do great things, if she is dedicated. Is she dedicated?"
"Yes my Lord, she will do anything you tell her."
//No! No, I won't! I don't want to be here! Help!//
"Are you dedicated my dear?" Voldemort asked, smiling evilly at her.
Hermione felt her wrists burning like fire. Although she didn't know it, all eyes in the room were on her. Draco had told her not to speak the entire night.
//What should I do? I don't want to die.//
Hermione nodded her head.
"Excellent," Voldemort cried, rubbing his hands together. "You won't be let down my dear. I know I can depend on you, my little Gryffindor. Now, for other matters. Lucius, if you please."
Hermione looked up, and saw Draco's father step out from the shadows, and begin to talk about the administration of the dark mark next week, and various planned massacres. Hermione drowned out his words, and listened only to her own brain.
After what seemed like hours of talking, planning, and discussing, Voldemort said that he had to be off, lest someone track his whereabouts. He left suddenly, with his two head deatheaters, and then they were left alone. There was huge sigh of relief, and Draco stopped holding her so tightly. He pulled her up from the floor and sat her next to him, but she kept her eyes closed.
"Well well well, you think you're so smart, don't you Draco?" said a cold an icy voice.
Hermione recognized it from earlier. It was Lucius Malfoy, and he didn't sound happy.
"I'm sorry father, I don't know what you're talking about," said Draco mockingly.
"Don't give me this bullshit Draco," Lucius warned, "I am talking about bring this filth into out sacred meeting place!" he screamed, slapping Hermione's face. She whimpered, but didn't say anything. Since her eyes were shut, she hadn't seen it coming. "I think that our Lord rather liked her, don't you?" Draco said innocently. "I'm warning you Draco, just because you are getting in good with the Lord, doesn't mean I'm not your father. You still live at home, and after everything I've done for you, after everything I've taught you, I deserve a little respect."
"Of course, and you will get it, if you kindly do not touch my things," Draco said quietly, gesturing to Hermione's limp form.
Lucius sneered. "What's yours is mine son. I would think that you could at least grant me that. Open your eyes, girl."
Her eyes remained closed. "Dammit Hermione, open your eyes," Draco said through clenched teeth. Slowly but surely, she opened her eyes, and looked directly into the gray ones of Lucius Malfoy. "Ahh, there's a good girl," he whispered.
"Father, don't do this," Draco pleaded. "She's mine, and I don't want her ruined."
"You mean you haven't.... Oh boy, this is the funniest thing I have ever heard!" Lucius began to laugh hysterically, and everyone else stopped talking and stared at Draco's father. Draco looked angry enough to spit daggers. "Stop it now," he said menacingly.
"Oh Draco, you don't know anything. This girl is not yours until you make her yours."
"I will make her mine."
"I think that's something we'd all like to see."
It was Voldemort. He had reentered the room, never having left the castle in the first place. He liked seeing how his followers acted while not in his presence.
"Come young Draco, show us. Make her yours."
Draco hesitated, and then pulled Hermione to the middle of the room, and began to lift the hem of her robe.
A/N: The plot thickens...It's not what you're thinking...Or maybe it is...
By: Rosa Nicole
Chapter 4 : Secret Meeting
Hermione couldn't believe where she was. Sleeping in a room with Slytherin girls, who she thought hated her. Why did they always make fun of her anyway? This was all so new and confusing her Hermione, she didn't know what to make of it. She didn't even know if she was supposed to be feeling all of the things she was feeling. The only thing Hermione knew for sure, was that she was afraid of Draco.
Hermione rubbed her tender wrist, and turned over in bed. It wasn't even allowed for Gryffindor's to stay in Slytherin tower. But of course, Draco wasn't one to abide by rules...of any kind.
"Wake up, secret meeting."
Hermione quickly sat up. Pansy was shaking her and saying something about a meeting.
"Hurry up, let's go."
Hermione swung her feet over the side of the bed, and rubbed her eyes. Girls in bras and panties were running around, trying to find robes and wands, and brush their hair.
Pansy tossed Hermione a long black robe to throw over her nightgown, and before she could even think, Hermione was being pulled down the stairs, and into the freezing common room.
"W-What's going on?" Hermione asked sleepily.
Pansy put a finger to her lips to quiet everyone, and nobody answered Hermione's question.
Draco then came down the stairs, followed by a group of tired looking 6th and 7th year boys. Draco's face, however, was alert, and ready.
"Where is she?" Draco asked loudly, shoving Crystal aside. Pansy pushed Hermione in front of Draco, and he grabbed her arm. "Whatever you do, don't let go of me," he whispered. Hermione couldn't believe it, but he actually sounded afraid.
//Maybe I'm just imagining it.//
"Where are we going?" Hermione dared to ask quietly. "Don't speak," Draco snarled. "If you say one word to anyone for the rest for the night, you will seriously regret it."
Hermione simply nodded.
"Okay, let's go," Draco said quietly, addressing the group. They all nodded, and made their way over to the fireplace. He touched a brick on the fireplace, and the others all put their hands on Draco's body, giving them full access to the portkey.
//Oh, what's going on? I'm scared.//
When everything stopped, and they were finally in a new location, Hermione tried to get her eyes to focus, but everything was dark. It was extremely cold, and hard to see anything. She felt bodies pressed against her, and Draco's hand wrapped around her small arm. Her hair was limp and damp from sweat, and the mixture of frost and humans.
"This way," whispered a voice, and someone had come to lead them. Hermione shut her eyes and allowed Draco to lead her with the others. No one spoke, and they all moved with the same rhythmic sense. Their fear was so intense, Hermione could almost taste it. Greater than anything she had ever felt in her life. A door opened, and everyone shuffled in.
The room was lit with torches, and it was a little easier to see. There was already a few robed wizards leaning against the wall, and a cloaked figure sat in a tall stone chair in the middle of the room.
"Welcome junior division," the figure cackled. "Have a seat."
They all sat down, and Draco sat Hermione on the floor in front of him. She buried her head into his lap, trying not to look at what she knew was Lord Voldemort.
"Draco, who's this?" asked Voldemort, standing up, and placing an icy hand on Hermione's shoulder.
Her whole body tensed, and her eyes grew wide. Voldemort yanked her hair, and forced her head out of Draco's lap. "Oh, what have we here? So pretty....so very pretty.....Who is she?"
//Lord, oh God in heaven, have mercy on me.//
"Her name is Hermione Granger. She is a 7th year Gryffindor, and she is very powerful."
Draco sounded confident, and sure of himself. It was a rare quality in a group full of young shaking dark wizards.
"I like the way your mind works Draco," Voldemort said, his lips turning up in a smile and his hand caressing her cheek. "We could use her...Oh, we could use her. She could be our link. Our connection. Our lifeline. Oh yes, she could do great things, if she is dedicated. Is she dedicated?"
"Yes my Lord, she will do anything you tell her."
//No! No, I won't! I don't want to be here! Help!//
"Are you dedicated my dear?" Voldemort asked, smiling evilly at her.
Hermione felt her wrists burning like fire. Although she didn't know it, all eyes in the room were on her. Draco had told her not to speak the entire night.
//What should I do? I don't want to die.//
Hermione nodded her head.
"Excellent," Voldemort cried, rubbing his hands together. "You won't be let down my dear. I know I can depend on you, my little Gryffindor. Now, for other matters. Lucius, if you please."
Hermione looked up, and saw Draco's father step out from the shadows, and begin to talk about the administration of the dark mark next week, and various planned massacres. Hermione drowned out his words, and listened only to her own brain.
After what seemed like hours of talking, planning, and discussing, Voldemort said that he had to be off, lest someone track his whereabouts. He left suddenly, with his two head deatheaters, and then they were left alone. There was huge sigh of relief, and Draco stopped holding her so tightly. He pulled her up from the floor and sat her next to him, but she kept her eyes closed.
"Well well well, you think you're so smart, don't you Draco?" said a cold an icy voice.
Hermione recognized it from earlier. It was Lucius Malfoy, and he didn't sound happy.
"I'm sorry father, I don't know what you're talking about," said Draco mockingly.
"Don't give me this bullshit Draco," Lucius warned, "I am talking about bring this filth into out sacred meeting place!" he screamed, slapping Hermione's face. She whimpered, but didn't say anything. Since her eyes were shut, she hadn't seen it coming. "I think that our Lord rather liked her, don't you?" Draco said innocently. "I'm warning you Draco, just because you are getting in good with the Lord, doesn't mean I'm not your father. You still live at home, and after everything I've done for you, after everything I've taught you, I deserve a little respect."
"Of course, and you will get it, if you kindly do not touch my things," Draco said quietly, gesturing to Hermione's limp form.
Lucius sneered. "What's yours is mine son. I would think that you could at least grant me that. Open your eyes, girl."
Her eyes remained closed. "Dammit Hermione, open your eyes," Draco said through clenched teeth. Slowly but surely, she opened her eyes, and looked directly into the gray ones of Lucius Malfoy. "Ahh, there's a good girl," he whispered.
"Father, don't do this," Draco pleaded. "She's mine, and I don't want her ruined."
"You mean you haven't.... Oh boy, this is the funniest thing I have ever heard!" Lucius began to laugh hysterically, and everyone else stopped talking and stared at Draco's father. Draco looked angry enough to spit daggers. "Stop it now," he said menacingly.
"Oh Draco, you don't know anything. This girl is not yours until you make her yours."
"I will make her mine."
"I think that's something we'd all like to see."
It was Voldemort. He had reentered the room, never having left the castle in the first place. He liked seeing how his followers acted while not in his presence.
"Come young Draco, show us. Make her yours."
Draco hesitated, and then pulled Hermione to the middle of the room, and began to lift the hem of her robe.
A/N: The plot thickens...It's not what you're thinking...Or maybe it is...