Title: Flight of the Dragon and Roar of the Lioness
Author: Ally May
Rating:PG-13
Summary: Hermione is not whom she thinks, but to become what she is destined to be she must wed the Dark Prince, who is unfortunatly Draco Malfoy.
Disclaimer: I will only say this once, all original chrachters and ideas belong to J.K Rowling. She retains all rights to all things related to Harry Potter.

"I'm much better off, the way things are
Much much better off, better by far
So keep on calling me names, keep on, keep on
And I'll keep kicking the crap till it's gone
If you keep on killing, you could get me to settle
And as soon as I settle, I bet I'll be
Able to move on
How can I fight, when we're on the same side
How can I fight beside you" -Way things are by Fiona Apple


When she realized what was happening she had just enough time to react. She pushed him off of herself and said, "What in the hell do you think your doing Malfoy!"

He smirked before he lowered his lips onto hers once again. Her breath caught in her throat but then she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. He kissed her so passionately that she felt her legs begin to wobble.

The kiss wasn't like one from any romance novel, but after all, she didn't have any kisses to compare them to.

She pulled away and looked deeply into his eyes. His eyes were filled with not love or adoration but pure desire. She was shocked and had a uneasy feeling in her stomach.

Those blue-grey eyes were asking something but she wasn't sure what. She pushed him away and took a few breaths before saying, "Malfoy I don't know what cruel joke your playing but I don't think it's very funny!"

He pushed her back against the wall and said, "Don't raise your fucking voice at me Granger. Now let me see that damn necklace around your neck."

She reached up towards her necklace and fingered it lightly. "What does it have to do with anything? It's just a necklace." He plucked it out of her hands and ripped it off her neck.

He twisted it around in his fingers, and then looked at the initials on the back. H.L were carved on the back, she never knew why the initials were wrong, and her parents wouldn't tell her.

She was never frightened easily but she was scared at that moment. The whole world was about to come crashing down around her, in little tiny broken shards. For some reason she didn't think Draco would catch her, more like make sure the shards made it to the trash.

She tried desperately to wiggle out of his grasp but he just pushed her against the wall harder. "Stop moving! Well Hecatia looks like the Dark Lord will be pleased with me tonight. I found the most sought after pureblood in history. You were right here the whole time. Guessing by that look on your face, you have no clue what I am talking about. Sit down and I will explain everything."

She sat down gingerly and he sat down across from her. "You're not Hermione Granger, You are Hecatia Linghean. Your family was a very powerful dark family and died when you were born at the hand of the ministry. You don't have to believe me but you can ask Dumbledore. I am not lying. You and I were betrothed. I have to take you to the Dark Lord now; he had suspicions that you were Hecatia. Time to choose you can come willingly or I can take you by force? By force will be funner for me but whatever floats your boat."

She had great trepidation towards the thoughts racing through her mind. She had so many reasons to stay but even more reasons to go. For a long time now, she thought she was not her, and now maybe she could finally understand. Maybe she could understand why she had the dreams she had. She had to do what she thought was best.

She took a deep breath before saying, "I will come willingly." The world came crashing down, and it kept falling.


He led her down into the dungeons, and then stopped halfway through an empty corridor. He pulled out a small pebble and told her to hold on to it. She assumed it was a portkey and her assumption was proved correct as she felt a tug on her navel.

She looked around quickly trying to get her groundings when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She spun around sharply to only make eye contact with a man that she had used to fear. She looked into the cold eyes of Lucius Malfoy. Then he bowed to her and as he did so he said, "It is such a pleasure to finally meet you Hecatia."

"A pleasure I'm sure." She said as she looked around.

He then straightened back up and said, "Follow me." She tightened her cloak around her shoulders and began to follow him. When they finally stopped at a door, he commanded her to go in.

She looked at him quizzically and said, "Who is in there?"

He laughed at her and said "You silly girl, the Dark Lord of course." He then proceeded to push her into the room. She gasped as she saw the shrouded figure in the corner before her.

"Hello Hecatica, I hoped I would meet you earlier in your life but now will do. We have much to catch up my dear Hecatia, please sit down."

She sat down uneasily in the seat before him and she heard him laugh at her unease. "Sweet Hecatia, Why do you fear me? I will not harm you my dear." She laughed at his sweet tone "I have every right to be uncomfortable. I am a mudblood in the Dark Lord's presence. How am I supposed to act? Calm and composed?"

He leaned forward quickly "Dear child you are no Mudblood. You are one of the purest witches in the history of Magic. Yet, you are so pure your lineage can be traced back to the very beginnings of Magic. You were born to the Dark side my dear, and that is where you belong. If you were on my side there is nothing I could not complete. Therefore, I come before you today with an offer. An offer to join my side. The question is will you accept that offer."

Her mouth hung agape, Voldemort had just offered her a chance to be a Death Eater. That would mean leaving all of her morals behind her, yet it was so appeasing. Almost undeniable, and it was in her blood.

She smiled calmly and asked, "Are you offering me a chance to join the ranks of the Dark Side?"

He smiled back to her and said "My dear I am offering you much more than that. If you joined my side you would be the dark princess, and you would wed the dark prince."

At that her smile flickered then she asked so innocently "And who would be the Dark Prince if I may ask?"

"Ah Yes, the Prince. Lucius send me your son." Lord Voldemort spoke in a commanding tone.

She heard a door open and shut behind her. Then she saw Draco stand before Lord Voldemort. He bowed before sitting down beside her.

He nodded his head to acknowledge Draco's presence then went on. "I was just explaining to Hecatia what her ranks would be if she joined us." Draco mirrored the Dark Lord's smile before carrying on. "My Lord, I do not know if she would agree to such things. She is of high morals, My Lord."

She could see a slight nod come from Voldemorts way. "Hmmm... Young Hecatia, when you were born you were betrothed to the Dark Prince. In order to be the Dark Princess you must marry the Dark Prince, and of course, young Malfoy is the Prince. Would you wed him to become such a desired rank?" Gross marry Malfoy, how disgusting. Who would marry that, oh gross.

"You expect me to come in here, listen to all of this nonsense and believe you. Well sorry I'm not some stupid little girl who will agree to marry that, that boy you call a prince."

"Don't raise your voice at me! Would you rather me cast such a powerful Imperious on you that you won't know your name after 3 minutes. Now I suggest you compose yourself quickly, my dear." He said with a mad glint in his eyes.

She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths "What if this is all a lie?"