AN: I am updating so soon, because the last chapter was so short. Aren't I a nice little author? Well, I am if you ignore the fact that I left this story at the end of chapter 8 for like 6 months… you know you love me anyways.
Please remember to review. Oh, and thank you to all who have reviewed before; I love you all. Thanks for saying such nice and untrue things. For example, you rock (or something like that) you won't think I rock once you read these last few chapters. Well, we will get to that later.
Oh, by the way, this chapter is in Draco's point of view. Ha. I laugh at all of you readers who ignore the author's notes, because you will be incredibly confused.
Chapter Ten
Should I tell her, I thought. She deserves to know, but she will hate me for it.
Why did I ever agree to this? Why did I even join the Dark Lord in the first place, I questioned myself. (AN:If you do not know what in the hell is going on go back to the first AN and read what is says.) Then, I remembered. It was that look of and indescribable amount of pain and fear people had in their eyes. It was pain and fear caused by the Dark Lord, caused by power. Power that, at one time, I had wanted. Now, I wanted nothing to do with that God awful power, because it put distance between me and the things I really wanted in life. I had seen the faces fixed into scrunched masses ever since I was a toddler. They had always scared me; I would often hear blood curdling screams in my dreams and call out during the night. It was a wonder Hermione never heard me.
A sharp pain interrupted my thoughts, a pain on my left arm. This was not the first time I had felt this pain, the pain of the Dark Mark. Lately, I had been feeling it more often, and it was getting worse every time it appeared. I was being called, but I did not want to come. I would have to explain why my mission was not completed if I came. My mission, the first mission ever assigned to me (remember I wrote this before HBP). My mission: kill Hermione. That seemed easy at first; I only had to worry about not getting caught, but now there are complications. The complications are obvious; Hermione loves me, and I love her. It is not like I am not capable of killing someone. I have done it before, but now I regret it, very much.
This is really important to the Dark Lord that it gets done though. Multiple time Hermione has helped Harry defeat the Dark Lord. If she is gone, there is a better chance of the Dark Lord succeeding.
My complete instructions were to, first, gain her trust. I was to do anything I needed to in order to do so. It was even specifically suggested I get her to like me in a romantic sort of way. What an idiot I was to do that. Next, I was to get her to tell me anything and everything that was of importance about Harry; any weakness he had that we did not know about, I was to learn about it. Finally, I was to kill her.
I have only completed step one. I defiantly have her trust, so that is not the problem. The problem is, I don't know which side I am for. I always knew that one day I would be part of the Dark Lord's side. Now, I am not so sure. Something about Hermione makes me feel different. I want to be a good person, because of her. I know that is so cliché, but it is true. And now, it is just my luck that I have to kill her. I have to decide if it is worse to lose Hermione, or face the Dark Lord with my unfinished mission. Both would be torture.
As I think back, faking being nice was not easy, but eventually it became a natural thing when I was around her. I don't know when that point was where it changed, but it happened. To my surprise, I found myself wanting to study with her. For a while, I forgot what I had to do, but then the pain on my arm started. Telling myself there was another way to deal with Hermione, I allowed myself to fall in love, but now, the pain is too unbearable.
Hermione was supposed to be dead by now; the Dark Lord wanted to know why she was not. He had other plans that needed to move forward and were relying on my mission being completed. I would eventually have to answer, but not now, not when everything is so perfect.
I would have to tell her the truth however. Everything I had told her about myself was a lie, except the part about loving her. That would always be true.
AN: Only three chapters left! How did you like this one? Please review!