Disclaimer: sadly none of the characters are mine but the story is all me

Rating: R…(oh I know how daring of me)

Summery: Krum goes to his initiation, Hermione relies what she likes in Krum (or doesn't like) ends in a twist hehe and the death …yhey

(A/N): thanks so much for reading this is my first so thanks for also reviewing. I am most definitely on break so I hope to update at least every other day maybe more. I really hope that you are enjoying the story b/c I personally am enjoying myself . I think that I have become obsessed with it.

Chapter 3

It had been a rather sleepless night for Hermione. She was unable to keep her mind from wondering. Every time she was about to finally drift off another idea would pop into her head. And as a result she was now quite mad at Victor. She had thought a great deal about it and was now really pissed off that he was not meeting her. They had been planning to meet for almost a month and now all of a sudden he cancels on her.

"Ass," She thought to herself as she made her way into the shower. 'I'll go with Harry and Ron and probably have a better with them then I would have if he were meeting me.'

Now that Hermione was actually thinking about it Victor Krum was actually not that much fun. In fact he sort of sucked. She was standing in the steamy bathroom trying to comb through her hair when she couldn't remember anything truly extraordinary about any of their dates. 'Sure we have fun,' she thought, 'But he's no Harry or Ron…he never makes me laugh on purpose. And he definitely is not crazy, wild, and surly not spontaneous.' "Why am I with him?" She questioned out loud.

"Because dear," Her mirror told her sweetly, "You love him."

"No, I don't… and I don't think I ever will." Hermione frowned back.

The truth was that Victor was a very good listener. He would stand or sit or walk and just listen to Hermione talk. No matter what she was feeling or saying he would listen with out butting in. But the question was, did he care?

"No," She spoke aloud again. That was the truth, he didn't. While she was talking, he wasn't really listening. He would be looking her, like an animal looks at it's prey. He didn't really care about Hermione's mind or what she said ,he just liked the way she looked, he liked her body. Which by the way had become quite desirable.

"Why did I put up with him for so long?" She was staring into the mirror, and with her fore finger she wrote his name on the glass. " Because he, unlike everyone else, he actually listens to me." That was only part of it. If she had admitted it to herself sooner then actually done something about it then Ron would have won. Her staying with Victor had been her way of keeping the upper hand. She was finally facing the truth and it was making her feel slightly sick. She still liked him but maybe not as much as she had let herself think. She would have to talk to him next time she got a chance. She hoped that it would not be strange, he had even been sort of weird and different towards her lately…colder.

She cursed under her breath and went back to her room to dress for the day. She wore muggle jeans and a small blue pea coat. She dried her hair and grabbed her scarf.

"So no Krum today huh?" Ron was standing on the stair's landing waiting for her, smiling perhaps a little too brightly,

"Don't mind him, he's just being …well Ron" Harry was also wear a jacket and jeans.

"Yeah , but I think it will much more fun with you two today anyway." Hermione looked up at Harry waiting for his in-depth-one man-questioning-squad to bare its ugly teeth down on her. But he didn't, instead he just put his arm around her gently and steered her out of the portrait hole.

Victor Krum had been up since dawn and ready to support his faith. He had been planning his initiation for quite some time, and nothing was going to get in his way of becoming a death eater.

He was now standing against the wall of an old abandoned school in down town London. His body was numb from the cold of the walls and the anticipation of getting what he had always wanted…power.

Like so many before him Victor Krum had fallen captive to the strangling claws that was the thirst for power. It ate at men, it destroyed them. Few man actually achieve power. And even they are likely to be corrupted by it. Some are born unknowingly into power and left with the choices of how to use it. While others are born to power and told how to use it.

"Draco?"

"Father?" Young Malfoy answered his father in an equally if not even more so bored voice.

"What do you know of this young Krum?"

Draco Malfoy turned to look his father in the eyes. Their cold gray eyes meet. Like father, like son each pair of eyes held the capability to weld men down. Those were the eyes of wizards possessing true power. Each eye was cold and lacking all form of emotion, except the sudden out bursts of anger that raged though each so deeply. Draco took pleasure in his answer, "He dates a mudblood…would you trust him?" His voice was as cold as the walls of the death eater's meeting place.

"He what?" Lucius Malfoy was whispering, he really only whispered when the subject disgusted him till he couldn't even speak of it. "I must tell our Lord. How could he even dare to show his face after touching something so foul."

Draco was left smirking against the opposite wall from Krum, as Lucius speed off to give his 'news' to Lord Voldemort.

"Step forward Mr. Krum." Voldemort was curiously interested in him now. "Before we begin I must ask a few preliminary questions to prove your worth to serve my cause."

"Yes my Lord." Krum was now standing in front of Voldemort bowing his head and adverting his eyes.

"I have heard some news that have…greatly troubled me. It has come to my attention that you are quite…intimate with a mudblood. What do you say?"

Krum shifted his weight to his left leg, taken back a little by the question. "My Lord, I cannot deny that I have had a short relation with a…mudblood, but I must assure you that whatever it was, it would not be called… intimate by any means. You must allow me to vouch that all of my loyalties and self belong to you and your cause that I solely wish to serve."

Voldemort enjoyed Krum's answer but thought of a way he could enjoy him self even more, " You speak so well of loyalty. I must ask you to show me that loyalty, and do me a favor. Do you think you can?"

A wicked glint was flashing in Voldemort's eyes as Krum nodded in obedience . "Kill her…For me." Krum looked up at his Lord but keep from making eye contact. "I will my Lord. Anything for you ."

The look that next came over Voldemort's features was one of raw delight. The delight that he would be forcing a man to kill someone who loved him. But Voldemort was still a little uncertain of Krum's trustworthiness. For the depths of Voldemort's black shinny robes he pulled out a dagger.

The entire dagger was no lager then a 16 inches, but each inch reeked of death. The dagger was silver and had 3 large emeralds embedded in its handle. It is strange, why only 3 when there seemed to be so much more space for jewels. But to tell the truth each jewel told a story, had a history and a past. The chilling smile on Voldemort's face was making Krum a little uneasy, but of course he did not show it.

"Use this. This dagger knows more then you will ever learn and it will allow me to see the blood of our victim. It is not that I don't trust you …but I do not trust men like yourself quite easily and killing your mudblood with this will enable me to trust the parts of you that at present I do not. Bring me back her dirty blood on the tip of this dagger." His voice and face if you can call it soft, softened. But to the untrained ear it would have seem even more evil, "Hurry back will you." Then Voldemort broke off into a short but terrifying laugh that none of the death eaters, but a select 21 laughed at. The select 21 were in fact his inner circle.

With a wicked smile that emerged as an after effect of Draco's laughing he nodded his head in a kind of "good luck" gesture towards Krum as he exited with a small, pop.

"I do not trust him my Lord." Draco was looking Voldemort straight in the eyes.

" And that is why young Malfoy you must follow him. Watch him like a hawk. I too have a feeling about him that I do not want."

Draco bowed his head in response, "My pleasure Sir." And he too left with a small pop.

Hermione, Harry and Ron were walking out of The Three Broom Sticks. The cold winter air bit at their noses and caused them to shiver and draw their scarves closer around them. The butterbeer had warmed their stomachs but the biting wind was cooling them off fast. "Where to boys?" Hermione was in a surprisingly good mood considering Ron's nonstop Krum bashing.

A firm and warm hand grabbed Hermione's shoulder, "How about the gardens?" She immediately recognized the deep voice speaking behind her as Victor's.

"What a pleasant surprise it is to see you here ." Ron's voice was dripping with sarcasm but being the first to speak it actually took some of the shock off Hermione seeing him outside the Hogsmeade pub.

"Well…I missed you Hermione. So I cancelled my meeting at the last minute so I could take you to the gardens…What do you think?"

"Oh that sounds perfect." Hermione was actually glad he was here. She wanted to see if he was more then she had made him out to be this morning in the shower

Harry finally spoke, "Hermione are you sure?" His eyes were very questioning as he unsuccessfully tried to read Hermione's

"Yes of course. You boys will be fine with out me." That was not what Harry had meant at all. Hermione had told both Harry and Ron her latest views of her and Victor, and to tell the truth , Harry thought that they were totally accurate. And he did not like that she had already forgotten them, and was now going off to walk alone with him. Harry kept all of that inside though as he watched Hermione walk off towards the gardens holding the arm Krum had offered her.

The gardens of Hogsmeade were beautiful. Each flower was enchanted to bloom year round and the snow that had begun to fall and speckled each petal was enchanting. Hermione gasped, "Oh it is so beautiful!"

Krum smiled while inwardly he was laughing at how naïve she really was.

As Krum and Hermione walked through the gardens looking at each other, Draco too was looking. He watched as Krum's eyes never left Hermione's body, as with his arm, Krum held on to her tightly, as Hermione talked animatedly about something Krum was not really listening to. He watched as Hermione's hair was tossed in the wind and as her cheeks turned red from the winter chill. He flowed every snow flake that landed on her.

"How long has she been like that… so… attractive. How could he kill something some beautiful, someone that can radiate beauty and light so powerfully. How could any man actually take that from her? Take her from him? She is probably the best thing ever to happen to him. And she will in turn give him that worst thing to ever happen….loneliness."

Krum had cupped Hermione's face in his hands and was rubbing her cheek with is thumb. "How could he touch her like that" Draco was utterly disgusted.

"You know what Hermione?" Krum had completely interrupted her but she let it slid on account of how beautiful it was out. Krum was sick of beginning with her, he was ready to be a death eater and having her alive was only making him wait longer to get that certain reward. "You know what … you mean so much to me Hermione you really do."

"Oh Victor…thank you." Hermione leaned in to give him a large hug. To Draco though it was making him feel slightly sick.

Krum was waiting for her to lean into him, and from his pocket he pulled out a long silver dagger. "Oh god…can he actually do it?" Draco questioned, with still no emotion in his voice. "He has no idea what the life of a death eater is. He is filled with dreams of power and wealth. As a death eater you don't have dreams. Dreams are cut off for good when he burns his mark into your flesh. Your dreams die, your thoughts die, you become a shell that he fills, he becomes you, he takes you over and whatever identity you might have had …you don't anymore. Loss of identity is just a small price that a true death eater chooses to live with. I, like the most loyal in his inner circle have chosen to give myself up and serve him"

Krum now had the dagger in one hand, raised over Hermione's head, the other was holding on to her tight. The dagger positioned, Krum hesitated …

Draco continued to speak to himself, "The only power that you get is power to cause fear. You get power I guess in the end, but not over him. You will always be under him, always ordered around by him, you become his slave." Draco noticed the hesitation…and as Krum gained his strength Draco spoke aloud, "I am no man's slave ."

As Krum brought the dagger down inches from Hermione's back, a man jumped out from behind the tree Hermione had been staring at, she pulled away from Krum the man's wand was drawn and pointed at her, "Avada- Kedavra!" The man yelled and Krum crumpled to the ground dead.

Hermione screamed. The man was wearing a hood and she was unable to see him, but that was not what she was screaming about. Lying in Krum's hand was a shinny silver dagger, "NO! Wait please!" Her voice was so desperate Draco had to stop. He pulled the cloak tighter around himself, shielding him from her eyes. "Please!" she begged, "What is this, why did he have this?" She was crying, because she already knew the answer.

Draco's voice was lack of every emotion known to man, "To kill you with" and he bent down, grabbed Krum's cloak by the neck, and with a wave of his wand both Hermione's rescuer and Krum's dead body were gone. Hermione picked up the dagger and did the only thing she thought she could, she ran.

(A/N) so… Did you like it? Please review please! I hope that you did… Sorry that it took me so long to post this but my dad stole the computer and ran away with it. Luckily I have her back safe and sound so the updates will continue….PLEASE REVIEW!! well this goes out to my beloved Gen . I too can not believe they found us…we will get them back I swear if it's the last thing I do ( little dramatic I know but it sounded fitting at the time).