A/N -OK, this chapter confuses me. I don't know if I'vefinished it yet or not... / If I haven't, I'll delete it and submit the other one, and OH! I have a favor to ask you lurvely people. Anyone who is interested in becoming my beta reader for me, PM me... thankies.
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Chapter Three:
Ron groaned. He blearily tried to open his eyes, but the place he was in was too bright, too white. Wait. What? He sat up quickly, his eyes taking in his surroundings. He looked down, and saw the faint scars on his chest. He remembered what had happened.
"Hermione…" he muttered, propping his elbows up on his knees, covering his eyes with his hands. "What has she done?"
"Well, she's murdered Harry, along with half of Hufflepuff and nearly all of Ravenclaw," Fred answered from beside Ron.
"Not much of a surprise that Slytherin left unscathed, is it?" George asked, bitterly.
"No, not really. How are you Ron?" Mr Weasley said. "Your mother's coming, be prepared,"
"For what?"
"Mothering overload," Ginny answered, rolling her eyes.
"RON! MY BABY RON! AWWW!" Molly shouted, running down the corridor to his bed. "Lie back, silly! You'll make yourself ill!"
"Mum… mum… MUM!"
"What? What's the matter?"
"What happened? What did Hermione do?"
"Oh… well, we thought she'd killed you, but she only cast Sectumsempra on you… how she got so evil, I'll never know,"
"She's been hanging out with Malfoy since fifth year!"
"Only because he was on Prefect duty with her!" Ginny retorted.
"Whatever," Mr Weasley said. "We have more important things on our hands. Someone from the Order's been taken,"
"Ah, Mya. So glad you could join us," Draco said, his grey eyes flashing in the candlelight. "We have some, ah… tender business to attend to. Please, this way," he grabbed a nearby candle, and walked forwards in the hallway, hearing the scurrying of rats behind him, and Mya's shoes on the ground. "Do you know what baffles me, Mya?" she shook her head. "Why you even chose to become a Death Eater… surely you wanted to do something else?"
"I've been obsessed with them since I saw them in fourth-year, when you were being a perfectly pompous git and tormenting me about my blood lines,"
"Ah… the Quidditch World Cup,"
"Quite. Anyway, I was fascinated with them… I spent every spare moment I could, between S.P.E.W and-"
"S.P.E.W?"
"The Society for the Protection of Elvish Welfare. It was to make people pay house elves for their services. Now, I couldn't give a fuck if they get paid or not," she smirked as she heard Draco snicker.
"Oh, carry on," Draco said, after realising that she'd fallen silent.
"Ah, yes. So, I spent all the time I could looking them up, reading about attacks they'd done, all that sort of stuff, then… the idea just sort of appealed to me more… it's like…"
"You'd suddenly become evil overnight," Draco finished.
Mya stopped in her tracks. "Yeah," she frowned.
Draco turned around; she looked different in candlelight, and her skin suited her hair. Her chocolate eyes stared out at him, unwavering. He didn't know what had compelled him to do it, the next thing he knew, the candles were hissing in one of the many puddles on the floor, and his lips were melded onto hers. Her eyes flickered closed, and before she knew it, she was kissing back. Then she zipped back to her senses and pulled away slightly.
"We shouldn't be doing this," she whispered.
"I know, which makes it so damn hard to stop," he whispered back, capturing her mouth again. They both surfaced for air a few minutes later, breathing hard. Draco shook his hair out of his face and bent down to get the candlestick out of the water. "Incendio," he muttered. "Come on, the Dark Lord wants to see you along with the others,"
Mya followed, trying to keep her mind off the kisses she'd just had. She shook her hair out of her face, knowing it wasn't good to dwell in the past.
"Ah, our new recruit. Fellow Death Eaters, this, is my Mya," Voldemort said from his seat. "Please, welcome her,"
Draco moved over to a concealed door, where Hermione could no longer see what was going on. "My Lord, would you mind telling me what's going on?" she asked.
"Your initiation,"
"Didn't I already pass that with Harry Potter, my Lord?"
"Yes, but you need to prove to these that you are stronger than they think,"
"Right," she said, watching Draco. He was pulling someone. She immediately recognised him as Remus Lupin, a person from the Order of the Phoenix. An evil grin spread across her face.
A/N - You know the drill. xxx
