Hello readers. Here's the next chapie! Just to clarify a few things; Ron did die (I'll explain how and such in later chapters), Hermione didn't want to sleep with Lucious and she thought that's the only way she could find out the secret, and also, after having read this chapter UPDATE, because I love hearing what people think!
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The feeling of accomplishment practically over weighed the thought of what she had just done.
" Hermione, I almost feel as if I can trust you." said Lucius, fastening his pants.
" Really? That's very kind." she said also getting dressed, though she had a doubt that he was lying to her, but that comes with Lucius. A Death Eater, a very untrustworthy subject.
" I have been doing a great deal of things behind his back, the Dark Lord's."
" You? Lord Lucius? The loyal follower?" she smirked, in mock sarcasm.
" Nothing extremely bad, of course. But, when he asks me specifically to do something, many times I send a less prominent and very inexperienced Death Eater. And I'm afraid I've become a bit lazy."
" Oh, Lucius. You had me thinking yo had done something horrible. We wouldn't want you getting into trouble now would we?"
" No, girl. We wouldn't." he said, as if ordering her against it. She smirked, with a seductive chuckle.
" No need to worry." she said, as she walked towards the door.
" Thank you for your visit." he said, sitting down slowly. She smiled.
" All for Ron and Sirius." she mumbled below her breath as she opened the door and left. Well, it wasn't much, but how could Tom be disappointed?
" YOU WHAT?" yelled Tom.
" I found out the secret."
" Not that part you stupid girl! How did you find out?"
" I already said, I gave him what he wanted, sex. I found his weakness!" she said, frightened by the rage in his eyes.
" I NEVER told you to sleep with him!"
" Yes you did." she muttered.
" I told you to make him 'want you more' and make him 'desire you'. You did FAR more than that! Now, he'll expect it. . .you FOOLISH WHORE!" he yelled, causing Hermione's eyes to widen.
" Tom! I. . .I thought you meant. . ."
" Sleep with him? Make him want you at every moment? Give him what was not his? FUCK HIM?" he shouted, his cheeks and forehead pink in frustration.
" Tom! Don't you dare! Don't you dare complain when I do what you ask of me, when I get what you want, when I bloody sacrifice some of myself for YOU. And, Tom, don't you EVER call me a whore!" she yelled back, Tom was startled. No one had ever had the nerve to yell at him, to argue back. And he immediately shoved his mouth against hers, though she knew she would be punished at the next meeting.
His arms wrapped around her as the sobs racked her body and his.
" And- and- I had to- had to- do what he- want-ed and- I- wi- wish that- I- hadn't!" she sobbed, and he quieted her.
" Hermione, you had to. You didn't know. It's alright. . .I understand! Hermione, it's ok." he comforted, smoothing down her brown hair.
" But- how- will- I ev- ever- be able- to- to- kiss- you?" she asked, wiping her eyes and looking up at him with the most little girlish of expressions.
" Kiss me?"
" Yes. I- can- har- hardly- look- at you."
" Hermione," he began, a small smile on his face, " I'm not my father. I may look like him, but I'm not cold or sick or evil. I'm me, and completely different."
" I know, but I f- feel so disgusting."
" Hush, alright. Stop crying, and wipe your eyes. I'll take you for dinner, to a nice little café. Do you like Indian food?"
" I've never r- really had any."
" Well, then, tonight you will." he said, as she wiped her eyes and headed towards the bathroom. He rubbed his eyes, in a tired upset sort of way, and rubbed his temples. It was a habit that he did every time he felt stressed in any intensity. After about ten minutes she came back out, and looked as if she hadn't been crying for the last twenty minutes.
" Thank-you for coming over, I needed to tell you." she said as she pulled on a small jacket and a scarf. It was beginning to get chilly and the leaves were already turning red and orange.
" I knew you needed me, that's all I needed to know." he said, and they were gone.
Though, she didn't sleep much. The scene replayed again and again in her mind, and no amount of reading or Tom and Jerry cartoons that her aunt sent her, could help her go to sleep. So she took to cups and cups full of hot cocoa and whiskey but by morning, when the sun had just risen, her eyes fell extremely droopy and sleep overtook her on the couch.
And she awoke to the flashing pain throughout her arm, the pain she been expecting for two or three days. She pulled on some of Harry's old jogging pants, thick and warm and comforting, and an old 'HG' sweater that Mrs. Weasley had made. She pulled her hair up and away from her tired red eyes, and pulled the cloak over her head. Her wand was tucked nicely in her pants leg and she apparated, waiting and rather frightened at what her punishment was to be.
She kneeled, feeling the cool air blow through her hood and kiss her ears, she was somewhat reminded of autumn quidditch games at Hogwarts, and missed them terrible. The meeting was called to order, Draco wasn't next to her, two people she didn't know.
" Miss Granger." called Tom, a haughty air to his voice.
" Yes, my Lord?"
" Come, step forward." he said, and she did, nervously shaking. Her hood was pushed down and he looked at her red, puffy, tired eyes.
" I asked you to do something?"
" Yes." she said, feeling bile in her throat.
" And, do you care to tell what it was?"
" No, my Lord." she said, her face turning a bit green. He looked at her, his head tilting slightly to notice what was the matter.
" Very well then." he said his wand ready.
" Cruc. . ." but before the entire of the word could come one, Hermione had lurched to the side, vomit escaping her mouth. But she wasn't puking up just cocoa, there was blood, and it wouldn't stop. And when it did, she gasped for breath, convulsing slightly as she swayed and collapsed to her knees. But Tom didn't finish, and everyone watched as she continued to puke. And no one moved, no one dared to help her. But she sat back up on her knees, wiping her mouth and gasping horribly.
' What's going on? Have I been poisoned?' she thought desperately, but she never thought that her body maybe couldn't take eight cups of hot cocoa washed with half a bottle of whiskey. She crawled back to kneel in front of Tom, her body shaking. She closed her eyes and waited for Tom to say it.
" Go back to your place." he said, and she opened her eyes, surprised.
" I'd rather not be the one to kill one of the most critical Death Eaters to the Dark side." he said, and she nodded.
" Thank-you my Lord." she said, her throat scratchy and hoarse. But as she walked back to her spot, everything began to swim and blur and before she knew it she was blacked out.
tbc. . .