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Disclaimer: All HP characters belong to Jo Rowling. Not me. I wish.
A/N: Please review or send me an e-mail. I really appreciate feedback and will update more often if I get more reviews. Oh and I know this fic is really short, but the next will be longer and more crucial.
Hermione rose out of bed and sleepily pulled on a long cranberry skirt and silk tank top. Her hair was bushy again and she smoothed it a bit to make it look presentable. She slipped on her shoes, washed her face, and rubbed on lip-gloss before walking downstairs to breakfast. Draco too had discarded his school robes for Muggle clothing. But only for around the house of course. His Slytherin cloak hung on the door. He choked on his omelet when Hermione sauntered in. How could she look so much sexier in Muggle skirts than Hogwarts robes? She sat down next to him and gingerly bit into a piece of toast.
"Have some bacon," he offered. She shook her head playfully.
"What are doing Draco? Trying to make me fat?" She gave him quick hug before rushing into Lucius' office for a chat.
"No you great prat! I did not order for a meeting today! I'm a busy man you know! I can't waste my time on idiots like you!" Lucius was shouting at a scared looking head in the fireplace. "Now get out!" And with that the head was gone. "Miss Granger!" he said, suddenly noticing her.
"Please sir, call me Hermione."
"Okay then Hermione. May I help you?"
"Narcissa said you wanted to see me," she hadn't really, but Lucius was too thick to realize that.
"Yes I did! Well you see the Dark Lord has ordered a Death Eaters meeting for tonight and he wanted you to attend along with me and Draco. Something about testing your loyalties."
"I'll be there. Just tell me when."
"Oh and you might want to wear your robes. I think Narcissa bought you some more formal ones than your awful uniform."
"That was very kind of her. I'll see you tonight," Hermione said, slipping out. She sprinted up to Draco's room and entered without knocking. He was polishing his broom, but threw it aside when he saw her.
"You might have knocked. I could have been naked you know!" Draco joked in a mocking voice. Hermione answered by leaping into his arms and pushing him back onto the bed. He gently kissed her and flipped over so he was on top of her. The kisses turned a little more vigorous.
"What are we doing?" she whispered.
"I don't know but I think I like it," he answered. Once more they kissed.
"Draco!" Lucius's voice boomed. The doorknob slowly turned. Hermione pushed Draco off of her and smoothed back her hair.
"So I'll give you this back tomorrow, okay?" she asked seizing a Dark Arts book.
"Right." Draco pushed her out the door and let his father enter.
"What was that all about?" Lucius demanded.
"She was borrowing a book about the Dark Arts. She figured she ought to know everything she can and then some," Draco lied.
"Very good. Now speaking of the Dark Arts, I'm going to Knockturn Alley. Would you care to join me?"
Usually Draco jumped at the chance of going to Knockturn Alley, but today he declined.
"No thanks. I think I'll prepare for the Death Eater meeting tonight." Lucius nodded curtly and Apparated. Hermione walked in slowly and sat down next to Draco.
"What will the meeting be like?" she asked.
"Well I've only been to a few myself, but they're all the same. We stand in a circle, and Lord Voldemort looks to see who's there. If someone is missing he says who and why. Then he tells us who plans on killing next and assigns certain people a task. Usually the newer ones, and there are quite a few. Tonight he'll probably introduce you and explain why a mudblood's on our side. Ow!" he yelped as Hermione slugged him.
"So I'm still just a mudblood to you? You know for a little while I actually thought you liked me. But I guess I was just a toy for you to play with," she said, touching her lips.
"Maybe you were! You were easy enough. No wonder Potter got you, anyone could," Draco sneered. Hermione stormed out with tears in her eyes. Draco threw his bottle of polish at the door, unbelieving that he had let her go.
Hours later Hermione and Draco sat in their rooms, thinking only of each other. Draco was trying to think up an apology when he felt a razor sharp pain on his left forearm. The Dark Mark. After dressing in his hooded cloak and mask he went down the hall to fetch Hermione.
"It is time." With a nod she pulled on a velvet cloak and Apparated with him. It was time to test her loyalties.