Chapter 7: The end of Hermione Granger

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"Come Hermione." Viktor commanded, holding his arm out to her. Hermione accepted it meekly and walked down the isle with her head down, staring at the red carpet below them. When she did look up, there were people glaring at her as if she were very much below them. At that moment though, she felt like they were right.

"I thought she would have run away." A man sneered when they reached a room.

"She is facing what she agreed to." Viktor said strongly. The man stepped aside and allowed Viktor and Hermione entry to the room. Hermione had been dreading this moment ever since she made her deal with Viktor and now wished that she could run away like everyone had thought.

"So she's arrived." A voice said. The voice sent shivers down Hermione's spine and made her bones chill. She felt her whole body stiffen and found herself refusing to walk further. But Viktor didn't seem to mind for he broke away from Hermione and closed the door.

"As promised, the mudblood." Viktor said kneeling down low before a figure that Hermione would not lift her head to see.

"Let me see her face." The voice commanded. Viktor got up and walked over to Hermione, forcing her head up. She gasped at the sight and tried to avert her eyes, although she found it hard to look away at the sight before her. She had never seen Lord Voldemort up close before. "Bring her to me." Voldemort ordered next. Viktor pulled at Hermione's arm, but she seemed to be glued to the spot by her black heels and strongly fought back.

"Go on, bitch!" Viktor shouted at her, pulling at Hermione's arm so hard that she stumbled forward and landed just before the trim of Voldemort's robes. Hermione bit her lip, trying to keep from crying.

"Stand, mudblood, and hold out your arm. It's time for you to hold up your end of the deal." Voldemort ordered. Hermione did so very slowly and held out her arm, turning her head away as Voldemort raised his wand to it.

'This is it.' Hermione thought to herself. 'I'm never going to be Hermione Granger again. I'm going to be Death Eater Hermione Krum.' She suddenly found herself extremely disgusted by her own thoughts. She had forgotten that she was made into a Krum moments before. But then again, there were currently matters that were more important then her now being a Krum.

"Say goodbye, Mudblood." Voldemort hissed. Hermione suddenly felt a terrible pain in her arm, forcing her down to her knees once more. Voldemort laughed as Hermione withered on the ground in pain, throwing her arm back at her. Hermione cradled her offended arm, screaming out in her pain and openly crying. "Get her out of here." Voldemort ordered to Viktor, who nodded and levitated Hermione out of the room.

"Suck it up, Hermione. You're one of us now." Viktor snapped at his young wife. Hermione only ignored him and continued to hold her arm. Viktor allowed her to drop onto the marble floors and stormed away. This made Hermione stop crying.

"You never said that was going to happen as soon as it did!" Hermione shouted at him, tears streaming down her face still.

"He wanted you one of us as soon as possible. It was your deal, after all." Viktor replied smoothly.

"And I damn that deal, too!" Hermione said.

"Do you want to go back on it, mudblood?" Viktor asked, standing a few inches in front of Hermione. She glared at him through puffy, red eyes.

"Never." She snapped.

"Then stop complaining." Viktor ordered her.

"You have no heart. Did you know that? There isn't a hint of a heart in your body," Hermione said, still doing onto her arm.

"I have a heart. It just isn't as pure as yours once was. Remember mudblood, you're one of us now! You're innocence was just trashed only a mere minute ago," Viktor replied. He suddenly had a sickening smile on his lips.

"I hate you!" Hermione shouted, her voice echoing in the hall.

"In case you didn't notice already, I don't care!" Viktor snapped.

"Good! Because I don't care about you!" Hermione shouted in her defense.

"You're the one who accepted my marriage proposal," Viktor replied slyly.

"As if I did so willingly," Hermione replied.

"You should be grateful! I could have had you killed long ago, but I spared you life. I even let my name be stained by yours. And, you're living in one of the grandest mansions ever! I could have just as easily thrown you outside to live on the streets with the rest of the Mudbloods!" Viktor shouted.

"I'd be happier if I was away from this entire place!" Hermione snapped back.

"Think about it, Hermione. You'd be starving, cold, and lonely. No one would take you in with a mark like that on your arm," Viktor said, standing close to Hermione. She only glared.

"I'd rather die then be seen in public with this damned thing," Hermione said.

"Then Potter would be joining you soon. Remember, you're the only one who can keep him alive. This is all for him," Viktor reminded her. Hermione just stood there in a stunned silence, making it easier for Viktor to lead her down the hall a bit further. He suddenly stopped walking and opened the door of a room. He threw her into it and locked the door.

When Hermione finally came out of her daze, she looked around the room she was just thrown into. It was a bedroom with a large bed, amour, and two small windows that let in only a bit of moonlight. Hermione stripped out of her black wedding dress, leaving her in the black undergarments that the sisters had given her. Hermione crawled into the bed and just sat under the silk sheets, trying to think.

When Hermione looked at her arm, she wanted to cry harder then earlier. There, on her arm, was a dark mark. She was now an official Death Eater. She truly was a member of that sickening group of people who served the Dark Lord. She truly was a member of those who killed without mercy. She truly was a member of those who would kill Harry Potter.

She suddenly had a flashback to the day that ultimately led up to where she was at that moment.

(Flashback)

"Viktor!" Hermione called as she walked down the halls of the Krum mansion. She had just arrived the week before and was searching for her host in the evening of her seventh day. She had gone to swim with his sisters and was supposed to meet him for dinner a half hour before. Since he didn't show, Hermione had decided to search for him. She had already covered the grounds and was making her way around the house.

"Do as I say!" shouted a voice from down the hall. Hermione's brows knitted together when she heard these words and she decided to follow her ears to where she heard the voice. She came to a room with a closed door and a light coming from under it. Hermione gingerly turned the handle and peaked into the room. All she saw was Viktor looking around nervously.

"Viktor?" Hermione asked calmly, opening the door more.

"Hermione! How long were you there for?" Viktor asked, seeming very jumpy.

"I just opened the door. You were late for dinner." Hermione replied, stepping into the room. But, this seemed to be what Viktor wanted her to do, for he smiled evilly and used a quick spell to close and lock the door behind Hermione. "Viktor?" Hermione asked.

"Sit down, Hermione." Viktor ordered, a chair moving itself behind Hermione by Viktor's command.

"Okay." Hermione replied slowly, sitting down.

"I have a deal for you." Viktor started, standing before her. Without any warning, Hermione was suddenly tied to her chair by a curtain cord.

"Viktor!" Hermione shouted.

"It's just so that you'll listen, Granger." Viktor said.

"What are you talking about?" Hermione asked.

"It'd be pointless of me to ask you about the relationship between your Mr. Potter and my Lord Voldemort." Viktor started. Hermione gasped.

"What?" She asked in a breathless tone. Viktor rolled up the sleeve of his right arm and Hermione gasped in horror at the Dark Mark on his arm.

"I've been working for him ever since then end of the Tri Wizards Tournament. And ever since he found out about my connections with you, he's made me part of his inner group, along with those Malfoy men." Viktor said.

"You're what?" Hermione asked again.

"I'm a Death Eater, Granger. One of the best. I must admit how proud I am about it. But enough about me; I have a proposition to make you," Viktor said to her.

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked.

"You love that Potter boy, don't you?" Viktor asked. Hermione felt herself blushing right away, giving the answer away. "I thought so. Now, if you want him to live, you will agree to the plan the Dark Lord has set for you. We shall marry me in order to keep you separated from that Potter boy and away from that damned Hogwarts. You will become a Death Eater and work alongside the Dark Lord like myself in assisting us in ruling the world. We will spare the life of your precious Potter if you agree," Viktor said.

"Why me?" Hermione managed to stutter, taking in the information. She could hardly believe what she was being told.

"Because you're the smartest witch, even though you are what you are. You're powerful enough to be a good asset to us. We were considering the little Weasley girl because of her gift with charms and such but you're so much more appealing," Viktor said, looking Hermione up and down. "What do you say, Granger?"

"You're expecting me to accept your proposal of helping you take over the world with Lord Voldemort?" Hermione spat, having finally taken in everything. It was all too sudden and unbelievable.

"Accept or we kill Potter," Viktor said.

"You wouldn't. You can't!" Hermione said frantically.

"We would and we can." Viktor told her, his face mere inches in front of her own. "So, what is your decision, Miss Granger?"

"I…I will," Hermione replied, looking down right after her own words.

"Good girl," Viktor said.

(end of flashback)

Hermione sighed and pulled the sheets closer to her body, the black silk smooth against her skin. She began to sob, the pain of her arm and the pain of the day seeping in. She couldn't believe that this was now her fate. Hermione Granger was dead.

-End of chapter!

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