Disclaimer: Not the characters, just the plot.

A/N: All right, only two flames for the last chapter. Whoo...I definitely thought that I was going to have more than that. But for the people that did flame it. I know that it was not what people were expecting, but you know what...that's the point. Do you want to know how 99 percent of DHr fics go...

Draco and Hermione are Head Boy and Girl but Draco is only Head Boy because of Dumbledore's cracked-out idea of house unity, oh and they have to share a common room so that the author can make them spend enough time together so that they'll fall in love. Oh, they fall in love because they think each other are hot. Draco takes Hermione's virginity, but it doesn't hurt her because most people that write sex scenes have never experienced it and only know what they have read. And sometime during their secret relationship someone finds out and somehow (cough) Pansy Parkinson (cough) Lucius finds out. Lucius is furious and the war starts because of it. Draco becomes a pussy and goes to Dumbledore's side and kills his father (who he hates because he tortures him constantly). Harry kills Voldemort and everyone lives happily ever after.

There, if you want a predictable story, just add the details.

Now on with my story!

Enjoy!

Chapter 41

A Malfoy Makeover and Showing Off

After dinner, Voldemort departed to go back to wherever he stayed. Draco took Hermione back to his room and Narcissa and Lucius went back to their room. Velvet retired to her own room thinking that she needed someone to spend the nights with.

"That went slightly better than I expected," Lucius relayed to his wife as they readied for bed.

"Yes, it seems as though Tom was quite taken with her," Narcissa said.

"He thinks that she will become a very good Death Eater. She will also be able to infiltrate the good side."

"And she does seem to love our Draco very much. You could see it in their eyes when they looked at each other," Narcissa said in a wistful way.

"Velvet seems to like her, and she is one of the most powerful witches in the world right now."

"Maybe you should allow her to have her wand back," Narcissa said.

"I think I may wait a tad bit longer for that, at least until after she has the mark," Lucius said.

"That may be a good idea after all," Narcissa said, lying down on the bed and motioning for her husband to lie beside her. "Now enough about her, I haven't seen you in three weeks."

"I never knew that I could ever actually have a conversation with the Dark Lord," Hermione said, pulling off her robes.

"I thought it was quite hilarious. I have never seen him like that before, just complaining about how cauldrons were too thick," Draco said as he too pulled off his robes to ready for bed. "He's usually uptight, and no one ever disagrees with him. I think you've won his favor."

"I guess they approve of us," Hermione smiled, then walking over to her fiancé to pulling on the sides of his unbuttoned shirt.

"It seems they do," Draco said, wrapping her in a hug.

"I'm glad, because I don't know what I would've done if they didn't. I don't think I could ever live without you."

"Nor I you," Draco said, pulling her against his body and bending down to give her a kiss.

The next week passed with celerity. Hermione grew ever closer to the remaining parts of Draco's family, having several conversations with Narcissa and Lucius. She could not believe that she ever thought of them being cruel unloving people. They were obviously in love; there was as much spark between them as there was between Draco and herself.

It was the day of her initiation to the Death Eaters. She was ready for it; she couldn't really believe that this was really happening, that she was actually succeeding in going against the Order. The Order that had abandoned her in her time of need. They couldn't even have tried to rescue her. No, they had left her, left her to die. To be tortured, to be killed, to become one of them. Well, they succeeded in one aspect. She was to become a Death Eater today.

It was time.

She walked down the hallway on Draco's arm. He was sure that she was having doubts about this. Why she would agree to something so outrageous. But he admired her for it. She was doing this, becoming a servant of the Dark Lord, to be with him. Because she loved him, and he loved her even more for this act of loyalty to him.

Hermione stepped into the large circular room and stepped to the centre while Draco took up his space within the ranks of the cloaked men around the altar in the middle.

Lucius stood in the center and watched the girl. She stood proud. He liked her confidence in this.

"Are you ready, Hermione?" Lucius asked.

"I am," Hermione stated firmly.

Lucius pulled the metal brand out of the fire and held onto her wrist, he pushed the metal down on her forearm. She tried to pretend it didn't hurt, but it did. More pain than anything that she had felt before.

She felt her world fading out and felt herself fall but being caught in two strong arms before blacking out completely.

She rose slowly, holding her head and feeling the tingling sensations on her arm from her newly acquired Dark Mark.

She tried to sit up in the bed but noticed that Draco was curled protectively around her. And he was asleep. She didn't want to wake him so she tried to pry his arms off of her.

It didn't work too well because he awoke anyway.

"Hermione, you're awake. I was worried about you," Draco said, releasing her from his hold.

"I'm sorry, I tried to be strong. I didn't want to pass out, I don't know why I did," Hermione started rambling.

"It's alright Mina, I passed out too," Draco admitted.

"You did?" Hermione asked.

"Everyone does. If you don't then the initiation didn't work. That was why I made sure I was behind you, to catch you when you fell," he said ardently.

"Oh, Draco," Hermione said, giving him a soft kiss.

"We have to get up. We have to go downstairs and tell them that you are all right," Draco said, pulling his covers off of their fully cloaked bodies.

They got up slowly and headed down to the den.

When they arrived, the Death Eaters who were left, sitting in the room, stood up. They each gave Hermione a handshake and she gladly accepted each one. She was a part of the Death Eaters now. Draco and she were together in this war now. She would fight against her friends and the Order. She would fight against the people who left her here. Harry was the only one she really cared about...Oh Merlin, Harry!

She suddenly felt a pain in her stomach and excused herself quickly before running to the nearest bathroom and throwing up. She hadn't even thought about what this would mean to Harry. Her being on this side was against him. There was no going back now, she only hoped that he would forgive her, if he lived through the war.

She was kneeling by the toilet when Draco walked into the bathroom. He kneeled down next to her and brushed her hair from her eyes.

"You alright?" he asked.

"I'm not sure, more morning sickness?" she tried to pass it off as her pregnany.

Draco looked down on her ever-growing stomach. He put his hand on her it and felt the small swell. Hermione's child, a child he thought of as his own, not Weasley's. He made a silent oath that he would take care of and love this child as if it were his own.

Draco kissed Hermione's cheek and stood her back up, giving her a strong hug. His Hermione. His own.

"I should probably go and brush my teeth," Hermione complained.

"I'll tell them that you'll be back down in a minute," Draco said, releasing her from his hug.

"Give me ten minutes," she said, before walking quickly in the direction of Draco's room.

Draco smiled as he walked back into the den and relayed her message to the Death Eaters.

Hermione went up to the bathroom quickly and brushed her teeth. Harry, why hadn't he even crossed her mind before she was branded with this? Harry, who had always been there for her, the one who understood when she told him what Ron did, the one who didn't tell her that it was horrible that she was dating their former enemy.

Hermione keeled over the toilet and threw up again.

If it wasn't for Harry, half of the people in the school wouldn't have accepted her relationship with the Slytherin that was the reason that she had this mark in the first place. So, really, she could blame her current situation on Harry, right?

No, that wasn't the way that things work. She knew it and had to live with the consequences of her actions. She brushed her teeth again and made her way back down to the den.

Everyone agreed that she would make a great addition to them. Lucius decided that it was time to let her have her wand back and she gladly accepted it. She didn't realize much over the last month that she had gone without it. She hated the fact at first that she didn't have it, but with Draco having his, she didn't have much use for hers. But it was nice to have it back, nice to have something to protect herself with.

Voldemort showed up near the end of the ceremony and made his speech. Then he looked upon the young girl with a renewed curiosity as he saw Draco's hand curl protectively over her stomach.

"Young Malfoy, a word please," Riddle said when his speech was concluded.

"Yes sir," Draco said, detaching his arm from Hermione's waist as he followed the Dark Lord out of the room.

When they arrived in Lucius' office, Tom sat down in the large chair behind the desk and Draco took seat in front of it.

Tom wasted no time. "Is it yours?" he asked.

Draco thought he was hearing things for a moment, then he realized that he had in fact heard him clearly. "No," Draco said.

"I see. Who's may it be then?" he asked.

"It's Weasley's. He raped her earlier this year and got her pregnant," Draco explained.

"Thank you, you are dismissed," Riddle finished.

Draco left the room quickly.

Voldemort sat in his thought. He already felt close to this young witch. She was going to be a very good Death Eater, having much more evil in her than most would think. She was also very powerful, the smartest witch in Hogwarts at the time. Confident in everything she did.

He was angry at Dumbledore. He had already hated Dumbledore more than anyone else in the world , including Harry Potter.

Potter was just a pawn of Dumbledore's Army. Potter was the only person that could put an end to Voldemort. Without Potter on Dumbledore's side, the 'good' side would cease to exist.

He had received word from the Parkinsons that their daughter had become quite taken with the Potter boy over the years. If he could get them together, then maybe Potter would switch sides and Dumbledore would cease to exist.

He now had even more reason to kill Dumbledore. He had left one of the witches in the Order to die within the ranks of the Death Eaters. But not just any witch. He left Hermione Granger, most powerful witch in the world to the fate of the Death Eaters. Tom thought that Dumbledore was smarter than that.

Now Riddle found that the young witch was with child. A child that was not one of which she wanted. One that was forcibly put into her. By the person that he had downstairs in a dungeon.

Perhaps he would pay young Weasley a visit.

After the ceremony had concluded, Velvet stole Hermione away from Draco and took her upstairs to her room.

"Hermione, I want to give you a make over," Velvet said as she pulled her blonde hair into a ponytail and sat Hermione down on a chair.

"A make over?" Hermione asked.

"Yes," Velvet said, pulling out a box of make-up and getting some blush and brushing it onto her cheekbones.

An hour and a half later, Hermione sat before Velvet looking completely different. "Much better," Velvet said, looking upon her masterpiece.

"Should I show Draco?" Hermione asked.

"I'm not sure, he might mess up the make-up," Velvet smiled. "Yes, go show him."

Hermione smiled and left the room to find Draco, finally finding him in his library.

When she walked in, Draco looked up from his reading and then put his head back down to the page. Then he did a double-take and looked back up at his witch.

"Wow," he said breathlessly.

Hermione walked quickly over to him and sat on his lap, facing him. "You like?" she asked.

"What did you do?" he asked.

"Your sister went crazy on my face, and hair," she said, twirling her hair with her finger. "It's just temporary though."

Draco put his hands on her hips and made her to sit up off his lap. She frowned but he just smirked as he got up as well. "Come on," he said, grabbing her hand and pulling her out of the room.

Hermione just smiled as she was pulled after him.

When they bypassed his room, her smile faded a little. "Where are we going?" she asked him.

"I want to show you off," he said, walking into his father's office. His father was in a meeting with some other Death Eaters but Draco just apologized quickly and then walked through the portrait to the dungeons.

Hermione now knew exactly what he was doing. Draco slowed his pace a little and put his arm around her waist. He stopped walking and pushed her against a wall, kissing her hard. Breathing against her mouth, "You are the sexiest woman alive."

Hermione flushed as he said this, she didn't find herself too attractive.

Draco continued. "I want to show Weasley exactly what he lost," he smirked, detaching himself from her lips and once more walking her towards Ron's cell.

They arrived in at Ron's cell not more than twelve minutes later. Hermione was a little nervous but Draco was beaming. He had Hermione, Weasley didn't.

Draco put his arm around Hermione's waist and led her into the cell, opening it with an Alohomora.

Ron looked up at the door. He didn't know how long it had been since he had seen Hermione, but it seemed as though she had gone through a complete change in that amount of time.

Her hair was darker, almost black. She had mocha lipstick on and some light pink blush on her cheeks. Her eyes had a dark blue eye shadow on that accented the color of her eyes and she had black eye liner on, making her look almost—but not quite—goth. Her tan skin blended in with the mocha lipstick and all in all she was a perfect contrast to the pale-skinned, blonde haired, make-up-free man next to her.

In fact, they looked perfect together.

Ron shook his head at the thought and looked defiantly upon the couple that had walked into his cell.

"Are you going to let me out yet?" Ron asked.

Draco turned to Hermione and smirked. "I don't know. Do you think I should, Mina?"

Hermione smirked in return and looked at Ron. "Nah, I think he should be down here a little longer."

"Well, there you have it Weasley, I guess the answer would be no."

Ron scoffed, he was angry. He had been down here forever. He didn't even know how long. He was barely let out, only once in a while to take a shower and he got minimum provisions, basically enough to keep him alive and screaming.

They only tortured him once when he had first arrived here. It had been forever since then and just yesterday they had come back and just tortured him for fun. Not even asking him for information. They just wanted to hear him scream mercy.

"Oi, Weasley," Draco screamed.

Ron snapped out of his daze. "Yeah what?" he asked distractedly.

Ron felt the blood run down his chin as Draco's fist came in hard contact with his jaw.

"Shit! What the fuck was that for?" Ron asked, focusing on Draco now.

Draco punched him again, harder. "That was for swearing in front of Hermione. And the first one was for not listening to me."

"Okay, I'm listening. What do you want?" Ron asked rudely.

Draco motioned for Hermione to face Weasley with him. They stood there together one looking down, the other up. "I was saying, doesn't Hermione look great," Draco smirked, knowing that with either answer he would get to punch the Weasel again.

"No, she looks like a whore. You've ruined her," Ron said this even though he thought she looked spectacular.

Draco punched him with much more force in the stomach and Ron let out a huff. "Fuck!" he let out as he gasped for breath.

This time Hermione smacked him across the face. "No swearing," she scolded seriously.

Ron looked at her in shock, had she just smacked him.

"What is the meaning of this?" a voice said from the doorway. Hermione and Draco both turned around slowly after giving Ron a scowl.

"We were just having a bit of fun," Draco said to Riddle.

Tom stood for a minute smiling then answered. "I shall let you continue your fun then," Tom said, turning to leave. "And Hermione, I would like to have a word with you when you are finished."

"Yes sir," Hermione said, watching Riddle leave.

They turned back to Ron. Ron looked with shock on Hermione.

"You're a fucking Death Eater?" he asked.

Hermione smacked him again more forcefully. "I said no swearing. And yes, I am a Death Eater. It seems as though they actually value me more than the Order did. They see me for what I am," Hermione said.

"A whore?" Ron said bitterly. This time he got both a punch in the stomach by Draco and a punch in the face from Hermione, but he held his tongue with the swearing. He didn't want another one of those smacks.

"Are you done insulting her yet, because I could go on and on," Draco said, making a fist for another punch.

Ron just nodded slowly and licked his bleeding lip.

"Good!" Hermione said. "Now, what was I saying?" she asked herself, nodding towards Draco.

"I don't know," Draco said dismissively. "I might kill him if I'm here any longer, though."

"Can you at least tell me how long I've been down here?" Ron asked suddenly.

Hermione looked towards Draco, wordlessly asking his permission.

"Not sure exactly," Draco said, turning to Hermione. "A lot of things have happened since then; we got you out, you've become friends with my entire family, we've hade sex in about ten different rooms in the house on many occasions, we got engaged, you became a Death Eater…" he rambled purposefully.

Ron was shocked at everything coming out of his mouth. They were engaged? Draco's family had accepted her? Hermione had had sex in a different place then a bed?

Hermione smiled at her fiancé as he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her from the room where Weasley still stood with a dumbstruck look on his face.

When they got out of the room and Draco re-locked the door, Hermione turned to him and jumped up on him. He caught her legs and her arms went around his neck. She kissed him hard. Draco kissed her back just as forcefully, leaning againsta wall to keep his balance.

Hermione pulled her mouth away a minute or so later and put her head in his shoulder. "Thank you," she mumbled.

"You are very welcome, my dear," Draco said.

Hermione brought her mouth back to his and kissed him again deeply.

When they pulled away from their long kiss Hermione sighed. "I should probably go talk to Riddle now," she said.

"I suppose you should," Draco said sadly, letting her down and leading her away from Weasley's cell.

Ron stood dumbstruck for a while longer. He could have had that. If he wouldn't have done what he had done he could have had her. He could have had Hermione, he would be the one having tons of sex with her. Instead he got her only once.

Now she looked stunning. She looked as though she had been thoroughly changed from the inside out. She was no longer the Hermione Granger that he had known from his years at school. This was a different woman altogether.

Therein lie the difference. Before she was a girl, now she was most definitely a woman. A very beautiful woman. One that he would never know the inter-workings of because he had gone along and done something so stupid.

For once in his life he regretted doing what he had done. Though not for her sake, for his. If he didn't do that then he would've been the person that unleashed her sexual side.

He still had her virginity, which had to count for something. He was her first.

He would be her last...

Right before he slit her pretty little throat.

A/N: Weasley is an evil little prat, isn't he?

Love and Lemons

Brittany