Disclaimer: I don't own anything that has to do with Harry Potter, except the twisted ways in which I use them. Besides, would JKR ever do any of these things; use the word fuck 25 times in a chapter, put Draco and Hermione together, make Harry gay, talk about Blaise more than a mention of a name in the first book, change things like what year they are in in the middle of the story, and have a chapter called "Forced? And Seducing?" Didn't think so.

A/N: Sorry about the authors note on the last one, the thing with the cornucopia of love is potterpuppetpals dot com. I guess you have to spell out url's, I didn't know that. Well, that's it if you want to go to it after you read this.

And isn't this fucked up. It was 80 degrees here last Wednesday, and today, it is snowing, its been snowing for the last three days straight. That is the most fucked up thing, I think the Mother Nature who controls Michigan weather is a sadistic bitch. Either that or she is a senile old woman that doesn't remember what season it is.

On with the story, eh?

Chapter 27

Forced? And Seducing

Draco was worried about her. How the fuck was he supposed to do this, he couldn't even remember how to get to her cell to let her go. He was fucked! Now he got his father thinking that Hermione might change sides? Yeah, like that would ever happen.

He was trying to figure out what the fuck he was going to do. Why hadn't he just kept his fucking mouth shut? Now he was still expected to torture her, this time to make her switch sides rather than for the pleasure of it. He knew of a lot of other ways he could get pleasure from watching her.

But now he had to torture her for a reason, he had to try to get her to switch fucking sides. He needed to talk to her alone, and for the time being, that would be impossible as he had no idea how to get to her cell. He needed someone to take him there, and he had a feeling that his father was the only person that could get through the portrait of his grandfather. But he had an idea that might work so that they could have some alone time. He just hoped that his father would buy it.

He had to use his sex appeal. Tell his father that instead of torturing her, he could seduce her into being on their side. Maybe then he could get some time alone with her. He just needed to ask his father, and then take another very long fucking walk down to her dungeon.

He wanted to talk to her so bad. Tell her that it was ok, that she should not be afraid, because he was here. Even though he was a fucking death eater now, he still loved her and wanted to make sure that she knew that.

As he was sitting at his desk, a white owl came in the window. He recognized it immediately and wondered why Potter would be sending him something. He opened the note and Hedwig flew away.

You will always have my love.

He recognized it immediately as Hermione's writing and figured that she must have sent it before she was taken.

He was touched by the note, he knew now that he had to do whatever he could to get her out of here. He knew that he had to find some way to help her to escape. He needed her to be free. Without her love he would die, he knew that, for there was no hope for him if she was not there to love him. Yes, he had become a death eater, but did he really have a choice? Not unless he wanted to be beaten to a fucking bloody pulp and then made one anyway.

No, he was smarter than that; he knew that there would be no choice once he was here. Yes, he had contemplated not going through with it, but that was before he was dawned with the sudden realization that there were a hundred men that would hex him into oblivion if he refused. No, he was definitely fucking smarter than that.

Now that he was a death eater, he had the chance of helping Hermione. If he would have refused, then they probably would have killed her. They would both be dead because of a stupid fucking mistake on his part.

It's a good thing that he didn't make that mistake.

But now, he still needed to talk to her. He needed to help her and he needed her to help him. He needed to know if the note was still true, whether she could love him now that he had been fucking turned into a death eater.

Now he just wanted to make his future with her secure, and without her, that future would not exist. Obviously.

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"Father, I have an idea," Draco said as he walked into his father's office.

"Yes Draco?" he grinned evilly at his son.

"Well I was thinking, well, you know of my, er, skills."

"Yes, I am aware that you are quite the charmer at school, Draco."

"And I was just thinking that maybe, instead of torturing her to get her to switch sides, I was thinking I could maybe try to seduce her into joining our side."

"You are willing to do that? With a mudblood, Draco?"

"If it will help our cause," Draco said smartly.

"Well, if you really think that she will agree to that. I do not want her forced."

This statement made Draco furious, but he did not show it. Forced? Then what the fuck was torture, passiveness. No, it was fucking forcing her to do something against her will.

"I think she will be too, aroused, to say the least."

"I think you will be a better Death Eater than we ever expected, Draco."

"Thank you father," Draco bowed his head in recognition of the thanks.

"Well, let's take the shorter way this time. That was a long walk, was it not? There are many ways to get there;" There was a fucking shorter way, why the fuck didn't he just show him that before. Fucking asshole. "I just wanted to show you the intricateness of the way our dungeon system works." Oh.

"It was very fascinating," Draco confessed, it was the truth, he never knew that it all existed.

They walked through the portrait and walked down the first set of stairs. They curled down and went along another corridor, much like the other one. They walked through the second tapestry on the right and were face to face with Draco's grandfather.

"There is no password," his father said.

The portrait opened and they were open to where Hermione's cell was.

"Well, that was much quicker than before."

"Yes, well, I am the only person that can get by your grandfather, but I will tell him that you will be allowed to visit the prisoner, I will give you a separate password. When you finish, come back to my office and I will give you the password."

"Thank you father, I will do my best."

"You better." With that Lucius left through the portrait of the elder Malfoy.

"Well, that was much easier than I thought it would be," Draco said to himself. He walked to Hermione's dungeon cell and opened the door with a simple Alohomora; he opened the door and stepped inside.

Hermione was asleep; she was lying on her side on the cold hard ground, she was shivering and shaking. She was cold. This would not do, he could not have her lying on a cold floor, he transfigured a rock into a bed with a large downy comforter, not very fancy, but well enough for her, it was better than the fucking floor.

She woke slowly as he lifted her up and laid her on the bed. The fucking chain on her ankle was pulling taut. The chain only had about five feet of slack. Not much. He knew that the chain had a lot more complex magic than the door. Because the door, dumb-fuck death eaters had to get through, the chain, well, it was around the ankle of the smartest witch in the world.

Her eyes opened slowly as she looked at him.

"Draco?" she asked sleepily.

"Yes, I'm here, love."

"I thought that you hated me, I didn't want to believe it, but then I was thinking about something that Blaise had said and I wanted to know something. But I know that it's not true now, and I'm sorry that I ever thought about it, I didn't mean to, I just…I just…"

"Hermione, calm down. I have no idea what you are talking about. But I need something of you."

"What?" she asked, opening her eyes a little wider.

"Well, you see, my father thinks I'm seducing you. He wants you to switch sides, he was going to torture you to get it out of you, but I needed to talk to you and I told him that I would try to seduce you into coming over to our side."

"You want me to become a death eater?"

"No, Hermione, never. That's not what I said. I was just hoping that you could maybe pretend to just long enough so that I can get you out of here. You need to get out; I can't let you stay here. They will torture you if they don't think that you will join our side."

"I don't want to be tortured Draco, I want to be free."

"I know, and I don't want you to be tortured, which is why you have to do this. But you can't right now, you have to put up a little bit of a fight, otherwise they will get way too suspicious."

"Well, how long do I wait?" she asked.

"You need to wait at least two weeks. I will come in here everyday to bring you food and clothes and necessities. I am now your keeper, I'll take care of you, Hermione."

"Thank you," she said softly, lying her head back down against the pillow. "This is such a comfortable bed," she said suddenly.

"It is?" he asked.

"Yes, it feels like my bed at home. Much more comfortable than the ones at Hogwarts, I hate those beds."

"Mine is fairly comfortable."

"Mine isn't. I hate it."

"And you couldn't just perform a spell and make it more comfortable?" he asked sardonically.

"I…damn it. Why didn't I ever think of that?"

"And they call you the smartest witch. Tsk tsk," he said, shaking his head.

"Oh, shut up," she said.

He lay down next to her on her bed, draped an arm across her stomach and looked her straight in the eyes.

"I got your note," he said.

"Oh, I sent that before I went to bed, I forgot all about it."

"Is it still true?" he asked, needing to know the answer to this question more than anything in the world.

"Of course," she said as if it was obvious, and then she gave him a kiss on the lips. He pulled away though.

"So, you don't care that I'm a death eater now?" he asked suspiciously.

"Draco, love conquers all. I knew from the beginning that there would be obstacles in this relationship. This is just one that we have to get through; obstacles can only make you stronger if you can overcome them. And I know we will, Draco."

"I guess your right, love. I just want to get you out of here. I'm sorry that you have to miss school, I know you love it."

"Well, I was leaving at Christmas anyway, so it's not all that bad."

"Except if you get tortured."

"Yeah, well that might present a problem," she closed her eyes momentarily and then they shot open and looked at him. "So are you supposed to be seducing me, or not?" she asked slyly.

"Oh, you want to be seduced into this?"

"Do I ever," she said with a smile.

"I guess I should start on that then," he said kissing her on the lips, one of his bruising kisses that Hermione liked so much.

He was rather uncomfortable the way he was, so he shifted his weight so his upper body was hovering over her, and he insinuated one of his legs between hers.

She had her hands on the back of his neck, playing with the coarse hairs there; he had his hair down again. He would switch it every other day or so, Hermione liked both looks very much, so he would please her by changing it up. She twirled her fingers in the small curls at the nape of his neck.

Draco's hands were roaming Hermione's body, trailing down her sides and back up, kneading her stomach with his knuckles, he knew she liked this.

Hermione wanted him to do more though, more than he had done before. She took his hands in hers and moved them up from her stomach to breasts, and put them down on them. Draco stopped his kisses and looked down at her; she just looked at him and smiled playfully. "I want you to touch me, Draco."

So he did, he began kneading her breasts as he captured her lips with his again. He heard Hermione give out a loud moan, she was aroused, obviously.

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Lucius wanted to see how the couple was progressing with the seducing; he had made his way back down to the dungeons and was close to the open door when he heard, "I want you to touch me, Draco."

Hey, he was quite the fucking seducer, he had her alone for ten minutes and already she was saying his name and begging. Lucius heard Hermione moan and was content with how this was going. He left quietly.

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"Draco, I want you to…Draco that feels so good," Hermione was saying as Draco continued his gentle caresses on her body. His mouth moving down her neck, leaving small hickeys in its wake. "…Oh, Merlin!" she screamed out as he bit down on her collar bone.

He stopped his caresses and kisses immediately, and looked into her eyes.

"Why…why did you…stop?" Hermione asked breathlessly, she wanted more.

"It's not Merlin, its Draco, get the fucking name right or we are stopping now."

"No, don't stop, Draco, I'm sorry," she pleaded.

"That's better," he said teasingly as his hands resumed their place on her sides, her back, her stomach, her breasts, her legs, anywhere he could put them, all over her body. His mouth retook hers as he kissed her passionately.

He started to move her shirt up, the tank top that it was. He slid down her and brought his hot lips down on her stomach. Hermione moaned even louder than before, it felt so good. How could one man do so much to her? "Oh, Mer---Draco," she said, correcting herself before it was too late.

Draco heard her slip up, but he didn't care, he didn't want to stop now, he thought that maybe she might want to go all the way this time, and he was not going to stop that on a fucking technicality. He continued devouring her abdomen, placing dark hickeys all over it.

Suddenly he felt a sharp pain on his arm. He looked at his arm, he saw the unfamiliar mark on his skin. The red tattoo had turned jet black.

"Fuck," he said, getting off of Hermione. "I have to go," he said quickly.

"Where? Why?"

"Fucking Dark Mark. I'll be back, I promise," he said, giving her one last kiss before leaving out the door. He met his father right outside the painting of his grandfather.

"We have to go to the Dark Lord, son."

"I know, this thing fucking hurts," he said, rubbing his arm as though it would make it better.

"It will be better when we get there," Lucius said, grabbing Draco's hand and with a POP, apparated to an unfamiliar room to Draco. It was dark and he could see the shadowy figures of men all standing around an altar in the middle of the room. This is where he stood. The one that no one had heard from for almost six months.

Voldemort.

A/N: Ok, have any of you seen the movie "Sin City," because I saw it yesterday and it was the most fucked up movie I have ever seen in my life. I was wondering what the hell was wrong with it until I saw that Quinton Tarentino was one of the directors, then I was like, "Well, that makes perfect sense." (If you don't know who that is, go see the Kill Bill movies.) I'm not saying that it was a bad movie, it was actually pretty good, the imagery was just fucked up.

So, is there anything that I really have to say about this chapter? Oh yeah, MUAH HA HA, Voldemort makes his first appearance. YEA! Or boo, I don't know which one. Eh, oh well.

So, do you all think that Draco is going to stay a good guy and not do anything bad, or do you think he is going to succumb to the power of the Dark Lord?

And what about Hermione, will she last under this. Will she be tortured, will she escape, will she be turned into a death eater?

And when will they have sex?

Ooh, I have left you with tons of questions to leave your minds turning. Have fun thinking up scenarios in your head.