A/n: I am not worrying about making my chapters long anymore, maybe I can now be more careful about my many wonderful errors.
Chapter 15
Draco sat with one leg over the other with his arms crossed against his chest in one of the many wooden chairs surrounding the high wood and green velvet throne belonging to Voldemort. He watched, as Hermione appeared to be enjoying herself immensely. She was prancing around the room seducing various Death Eaters and in the end making her way back over to Draco who was seated in the shadows away from the activity.
"What are you doing over here?" Hermione said smiling.
"Not going around making all the men horny as hell." Draco said frowning at her.
"What? I am supposed to act all Death Eaterish." Hermione said placing one leg under her as she eased herself into the chair next to Draco.
"Doesn't mean you have to make yourself appear to be a slag." Draco said pouting.
"I look like a slag?" Hermione said eyes wide.
"For someone so smart you are very oblivious to your actions." Draco said softening his frown a bit but not much.
Draco still was not to sure why Hermione wanted to be a Death Eater. He had admired her for her rational thinking but still she joined one of the most dangerous wizards' clique in the world. Draco watched as Hermione kept looking down at her watch and watching the many Death Eaters roam around the Malfoy Manor, when Voldemort took a seat on his throne.
"Good evening everyone," Voldemort began. "Welcome, tonight we will be planning our attack on the Order. I would like to attack before the end of the year, unlike earlier plans when we attacked when they were expecting us to. This year will be different, I want this to be a battle like they have never seen, we will cut their throats kill them all, every last scoundrel, but I. GET. POTTER." He said menacingly. Many Death Eaters chuckled and cheered until Voldemort quieted them down. After clearing his throat and slowly standing up he pointed to Hermione.
"I also have just the person to help us." Voldemort said as all eyes turned to where Hermione lounged in the chair next to Draco.
"Yes, My Lord, I would be more than willing." Hermione drawled as she arose from her seat and slowly wove in and out of the chairs and curtsied to Voldemort.
"Yes, good girl." Voldemort said as he muttered an incantation and a second chair appeared next to Lucius's own chair. Hermione sat down in the chair and raised her foot and sat it on the tiny table next to her.
"Oops." Hermione smirked as her motorcycle boot left a black scuff on the wood table. Hermione leaned back on the chair as her black lace halter-top rode up her belly and knee length fairy style skirt slid up to her thighs and the tops of her thigh high black and white striped stockings where showing her pale pink skin. Draco couldn't help but think Hermione looked more like a gothic vampire than an evil wizard even though she was anything but that.
Draco listened intently to what Voldemort had to say the rest of the meeting because he was describing their strategy and time and date of the attack. Draco was astonished to find himself a bit excited for the attack. He couldn't wait to torture some of the gits that bothered the hell out of him. After the meeting was over Hermione found him still seated in the back of the room. Hermione sat her small bottom on Draco's lap and watched as some of the Death Eaters drank lager and made utter fools of themselves.
"Draco, I need to use the loo." Hermione stated and got up and walked up to the third floor so she wouldn't meet any drunk Death Eaters.
Draco sat unusually quiet and pondered on who he would torture first. Draco felt so evil ... he liked it. First on his list were the stupid giggly girls in Gryffindor. He couldn't let Hermione know or she would hex his arse out of this universe, so he just wouldn't tell her. What Hermione didn't know wouldn't hurt her. Draco sat pondering on different things when he felt a tap on his shoulder. Draco turned around to face his father who beckoned him towards the vacant study across from where he was seated. Draco got up and walked across the stone floor and stepped onto the polished wooden floors of the study.
A/n: Hey hope you like. Please review but be nice, don't tell me this story is crap and I should never write again. Yeah I know this story is like completely far-fetched but cope with it. And I'm still utterly sorry for being the biggest bitch in the world. Please Review. Anyone want to be a BETA e-mail me at the address in my profile, because I don't know if you can have links in here.