Hermione sat up and took the potions from the tray, looking them over. She recognised Snape's spikey script on the first few labels – Hangover, annual contraceptive, and pain. Trusting her professor not to poison her, she uncorked all five of the phials and tossed them back.

Relief rippled through her body as the potions took effect. As her aches and pains faded, the night before came back to her. She was at Malfoy Manor. She'd come over the night before and celebrated long into the night after receiving her Dark Mark.

Her long-held wish of dedicating her life to the Dark Lord was finally realised.

04 July 1998

"Good morning, pet," Bellatrix said, coming into her room and pulling the covers back from the bed. "Breakfast is being served downstairs. I'm sure you're hungry."

"I am," Hermione agreed.

Stretching, she sighed at the way her body felt after taking the potions that had been left for her. Professor Snape might be a curmudgeon, but there was no denying that his potions were effective, efficient, and better quality than any other available.

Now that she was more awake and could remember what she'd done, she realised the night before had worn her out and burned a lot of calories. It wasn't that she was a lazy person but her normal activities didn't include marathon sex sessions. Or having her arm branded. She also thought that her body was still recovering from the potion she had taken to mature her magical core. It had been a few days but she still found herself needing more sleep than normal.

Getting out of bed, she hurried into the bathroom and cleaned up as quickly and thoroughly as she could. The shower in her room was the most impressive thing she had ever seen and she wanted to spend hours in there experimenting with all the nozzles, but she didn't want to keep everyone waiting. When she stepped out, the elf from before was in the room and cast a drying charm on her and pointed towards the outfit hanging on the back of the door. The black lace top looked more like lingerie than a tank top and would be skin-tight, but luckily the leather trousers were more comfortable than they looked.

Bella whistled as she walked back into the bathroom, causing Hermione to blush, and handed her a pair of black, red-bottomed heels. Hermione looked at them with apprehension. They were nothing like what she was used to wearing on her feet. She'd never worn anything taller than a kitten heel and preferred trainers above all other footwear.

Her mum had commented just the week before that now that she was an adult and getting ready to attend university, she needed to start dressing in more than jeans, jumpers, and trainers. She wasn't sure the outfit she currently had on was exactly what her mum had in mind though.

Her parents had been thrilled when she told them that the Ministry had created a uni program. They'd been concerned that she wouldn't continue her education after Hogwarts for the years leading up to the creation of Hogwarts University. After talking to them when she graduated and letting them know that she was staying in Britain for school — and knowing that the war was heating up — her parents had left the country. If word got out about her true loyalties, she wasn't sure they'd be safe and she had encouraged the move.

Hermione hoped that going to Hogwarts University felt different than going to Hogwarts before. She knew it would be similar; same teachers, same dorm, but there would be more freedom. A later curfew, ability to leave one weekend a month if approved by the Headmaster, and no more riding the Hogwarts Express unless she wanted to.

The thought of being one of the first to achieve R.A.V.E.N.s was something she was looking forward to as well. It might seem silly to others, but she had been disappointed when she had learned that the magical world didn't offer formal education past N.E.W.T. levels. She had dreamed of going to uni since she was young and thanks to the new Ministry policies, she would be able to be given further education in a variety of subjects.

"They're charmed to not hurt your feet no matter how long you wear them," Bellatrix explained, pulling Hermione from her thoughts about school. "Put them on."

Hermione slipped her feet into the four-inch heels and looked at herself in the full-length mirror. She turned from side to side to take in the whole ensemble. Her legs looked impossibly long. Her hair was wild around her head and her tits looked amazing in her top. She ran her hands over her body and her new Dark Mark caught her eye. The tanned skin around it was still red and the black skull and snake were vivid. It was the sexiest thing she had ever seen and she was desperate to feel the pleasure of the night before again. The heels felt like her favourite pair of trainers and, not for the first time in her life, she was thankful for magic.

"If you're done checking yourself out, the family is waiting. Not that I blame you. You look stunning, pet." Bella smirked at her.

"Sorry, Bella," she laughed lightly. "It will take a few days to get used to the clothes you've picked out for me."

"Yes, well now that our sources inside Gringotts have been successful in getting that filthy goblin on the take, I finally have access to some of my money. And once I'm able to access my vault again, I plan on fucking you senseless surrounded by my treasures."

She moved forward and pulled Hermione into her arms so her back was pressed into the older woman's chest. Hermione took in the way their bodies looked entwined together in the mirror and a frisson of excitement shot to her core. Bellatrix was taller and paler than her but they had the same untamed hair, thick lashes, and matching Dark Marks.

Bella pulled the cups of her top down, freeing her tits, and rubbed and pinched her nipples until they were beginning to stiffen. "Isn't it freeing to finally be who you always wanted to be, pet?"

Hermione moaned instead of answering. Bella groaned at the sound, turned her around and leaned down to suckle her nipples. She licked each one in turn until they were rock hard and poking out. The healing potion she had taken had done wonders and she was no longer sore. Her body still ached but with a sexual hunger instead of tired muscles.

"This is who you are. My sexy little kitty. My slut who loves the Dark Lord as much as I do."

"Yes, Bella!"

Bellatrix slipped her fingers into Hermione's trousers and began to rub her pulsing clit, bringing her close to the edge. She bucked her hips, begging for more pressure with her body. Bellatrix snarled playfully then pulled her hand out. She brought her wet fingers to her lips and licked them clean before leaning forward to kiss Hermione passionately. She could taste herself on her lover's lips and she moaned, wanting more.

"As much as I want to eat that cunt of yours again, we need to go downstairs. Fucking you last night made me hungry."

A shiver ran through her body at the memory of Bella between her thighs the night before. As much as she wanted to be with her new lover, it was best not to keep the Dark Lord waiting. Hermione adjusted her top, putting her breasts away. Not that the top did anything to hide how hard her nipples were. The whole manor would know what they had been up to — not that she minded.

"Let's go, Bella. We can play later."

The dining room was full of people eating a large breakfast spread when they entered. There were two open seats near where the Dark Lord was sitting at the head of the long table. Hermione looked around the table to see who she was eating with. Draco and Narcissa were on Voldemort's right side, eating and talking quietly. Dolohov was in the seat next to where Bella was currently dragging her and he gave her a wink. She ran her finger slowly down her purple scar and smirked as his eyes darkened with lust.

"Ready to play with your brother again so soon?" the Dark Lord teased.

"I would love to, my Lord," Hermione said, moving to sit down. Dolohov's hand was instantly on her inner thigh, his large fingers pressing into her core before pulling back when she smacked his hand away playfully "But only if you don't have plans for me today."

"You always know the right thing to say, don't you, my dear?" His red eyes flashed with satisfaction. "You can't play this morning because you are going out on your first raid tonight along with Draco."

Her eyes darted to Draco who was looking at her with heat in his eyes and then he let his eyes drop to take in her cleavage. He licked his lips then met her gaze and winked at her. Narcissa stiffened next to him and cleared her throat.

She hadn't seen either of them at her Marking the night before and she wondered if they had been there. She'd only seen Narcissa once, at the World Cup four years before, and she had no opinion about her. But the idea that Draco, one of her classmates, may have seen her as she fucked Bellatrix, Dolohov, and came on the Dark Lord's lap made her feel funny. It was a mix between embarrassment and excitement, and she wasn't sure which emotion would win.

If the look in his eyes was anything to go by, if he had been there, he would have liked what he'd seen. She'd never thought of Draco as anything more than an annoying, pain in the arse schoolmate, but looking at him now, she thought he was sexy. Whilst the ageing potion hadn't physically changed her much, Draco seemed to have filled out. His hair was still cut short, but he looked more like his father than he had when she'd seen him the week before at Hogwarts. She wondered if he would be taller too.

"Tonight, my Lord?" Narcissa asked. Her voice was even, but Hermione could tell she was worried about something. She wanted to like the Malfoy matriarch but was hesitant to get close to her if she was going to question their Lord. She was the newest Death Eater and even she knew his word was law. "Draco and Hermione are just barely twenty-one now that they've taken the potion. I know the trace will be long gone, but are their magical cores strong enough? Dark Magic can wreak havoc if the core isn't fully stabilised."

"They were both examined by your family's own personal healer, as you are well aware. He said that both of them aged and their cores strengthened to the correct levels. Plus, my Mark may be too powerful for an unstable core, but you know as well as I do that you can perform Dark Magic well before that. Don't tell me you didn't try a spell or two when you were younger. Draco had a harder time with the potion because he was younger than Hermione here. And by more than I would have expected. Turns out our newest recruit is not as young as she seems." He turned to look at her. "Care to explain, my dear?"

Hermione set her fork down and swallowed her eggs. "The Headmaster allowed me to use a Time-Turner in my third year. I wanted to take a few extra classes. I tracked the hours and added about three months to my age."

"Granger, you always were a swot," Draco teased. "Aged yourself just to take more classes."

"Took every class they offered, had the hardest workload, and still had better marks than you, Malfoy. And one time I used to so I could watch myself slap you across the face a second time. If you'd like, I could do it again."

"I like that kind of ambition," the Dark Lord said, cutting Draco off before he could reply. "But you will need some specific training before your first raid. I am guessing you haven't cast the Unforgivables yet?"

Hermione saw Narcissa stiffen again but the Malfoy matriarch stayed silent this time. "No, my Lord."

"Dolohov, you will teach them."

"Yes, my Lord," he answered and his fingers pushed against her centre once more.

"I wanted to teach her. She's my pet," Bella whined and stuck out her bottom lip.

"I have other plans for you, Bella. I didn't get enough of you last night. Unless you prefer teaching recruits over the pleasure of the flesh now?"

Bellatrix began to pant and slightly bounce in her seat. "I want to please you, my Lord. Please let me."

"Very well." Voldemort put his fork down and moved his napkin from his lap to the table. "Finish your breakfast and meet me in my chambers."

Hermione returned to her food as Bella began eating quickly, practically vibrating from her excitement. Clearly, she was anxious to join their Lord. Dolohov's fingers began to move faster against Hermione's pussy and he whispered in her ear that he wanted to eat her instead of the full English on his plate. He tried to put his hands in her trousers then growled that they were too tight. Laughing, she smacked his hand away again. They could play later, for now, she really was hungry.

She thought about the fact that she was going on her first Death Eater raid and couldn't help but wonder what it would be like. Thinking back to the letters she had exchanged with Bella she tried to recall if the older witch had given her any details about what raids were like but she couldn't think of any. In fact, she couldn't recall anything specific from the letters at all, just that she had exchanged them. Mentally shrugging, she pushed the thought away. Trying to remember anything before her first cup of tea was always a bad idea.

Sighing, Hermione stripped her clothes off and sank into the large tub in her bathroom. She'd spent the afternoon learning how to cast the Cruciatus and Avada Kedavra curses on spiders they'd transfigured from rocks in the manor gardens. The rush of the Unforgivable Curses was heady and she'd let Dolohov bring her to orgasm multiple times throughout their training. That man had a really talented tongue and she had almost ripped his hair out of his head when he nibbled on her clit as she cast the Killing Curse.

Casting the Imperious on Draco had been more fun than she had thought it would be. The poor boy was randy as could be from casting Dark Magic and she kept making him watch as Dolohov ate her pussy until her classmate came in his pants. He didn't find it as funny as she and Antonin did for some reason. She did take mercy on him towards the end and let him wank and come on her tits. Then made him lick her clean.

She knew he would pay her back for playing with him like that, but she wasn't too worried. As much as Draco talked a big game, she could tell he wanted her. Even if he cast the Imperious on her, he would give in and fuck her before she ever begged him.

Completely sore and tired, a bath before her first raid was just what she needed. Well, a bath and the potions from Snape that were stocked in her bathroom. She had just closed her eyes when the door to her bathroom opened. Bella walked in, her husband Rodolphus naked, on a leash, and in a cock cage, crawling after her. Hermione raised her eyebrow but didn't say anything. She'd never seen anything like that before, but who was she to judge how people expressed themselves?

"Dolphie likes it when I play with him," Bella offered in way of an explanation. "How was your training, pet? Did Antonin teach you everything you need to know?"

"It was good," she told her. "Antonin said I was a natural and I'm ready for tonight. Will you be coming with us?"

"I never miss a good raid. This one will be easy, but you and Draco need a babysitter until you've been out a few times."

"Does that mean I should call you Nanny?"

"Mistress will do, but only when I tell you to. For now, we have things to talk about."

Hermione listened as Bella told her that Snape was a Death Eater who pretended to be loyal to their side and the Order. Bellatrix didn't trust Severus at all but the Dark Lord did. She went on to explain that he was in and out of the manor often during the summer holidays and that Hermione should keep her hair straight and her mask on at all times, especially on raids or if Voldemort summoned her anywhere. The Dark Lord wanted to keep her involvement with the Death Eaters a secret from Snape for now. Luckily he was not expected to be at the Manor for a few days so she didn't have to wear her mask all the time, just keep it on her.

As soon as Hermione agreed, Bella and Rodolphus left her to bathe. Laying back, she let the images of the last few days float behind her eyes. Being a Death Eater was everything she thought it would be. She'd never felt more powerful or accepted in her life, and tonight she would prove to all of them and the Dark Lord that she belonged.

Looking down at the sleeping couple in bed, Hermione raised her wand. Her hand shook for a moment but then she felt Bellatrix's steadying hand on her hip, and her hand stilled. The older witch's tongue licked up the shell of Hermione's ear and her hand moved from her hip into her trousers. Bella's slim fingers began to rub her clit.

"Kill her, pet," she whispered in her ear. She began to rub faster and she used her other hand to pull her top down. One day Hermione would understand why Bella insisted on exposing her tits but for now, she bit back a moan as her nipple was pinched. It wouldn't do to wake up the people sleeping. "Cast the curse."

Hermione looked across the room and caught Draco's eye. His wand was raised towards the bed as well but it was unsteady. His gaze was darting from the sleeping women to Hermione's naked breasts. She raised her eyebrow and nodded towards the bed. He took a deep breath and his eyes left hers. Steadying his wand, he raised his hand, holding up three fingers. Three, two, one.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Twin beams of neon green light left their wands and the bodies on the bed were lifted into the air before crashing back down. Lust rushed through her body as the Dark Magic filled the small space. Hermione caught Draco's dark gaze from across the room and knew he was as turned on as she was. Bella's fingers were still stroking her clit and she was so close to coming.

"Draco," Bella said, her voice almost singing as she removed her hand from Hermione's body. "Come play with my pet. Show her how much you love Dark Magic. What it does to you."

Draco was on her in a second, jumping on the bed and over the bodies to get to her. He didn't waste time trying to remove her clothes, just cast a seam splitting spell on her trousers as he slammed her into the bedroom wall. His belt made a loud thud as he dropped his trousers and he thrust two of his fingers into her. Her back arched and she cried out both in pleasure and because his fingers weren't enough. She wanted his cock.

"Malfoy!" she cried out. "Fuck me, please."

"Beg me for my cock, Granger. Tell me you've wanted it for years." Draco was demanding as he hammered his fingers into her.

"I want you, Malfoy. Please. Fuck me. Please, Draco!"

"Louder!"

"Fuck me!" she screamed, her throat almost tearing. "Put your cock in me!"

"Yes! Take it!"

Draco lifted her off the floor and dropped her onto his waiting shaft, filling her completely. She wrapped her legs around his hips and began to thrash against him. He was brutal with her, pounding her into the wall. Pictures fell down around them, glass shattering on impact. It was more than she had expected and less than she needed. She wanted to feel him lose control and spill inside her.

"Come in me, Draco."

"Oh fuck, Granger."

One of his hands found its way between them and he ripped open her trousers until he found her cunt. He rubbed her clit roughly until he pushed her over the edge. She screamed her release and felt her juices rush around his cock. Within seconds he'd buried his face in her neck and began to pulse inside her. His hot come painted her walls and she groaned with how much she liked it.

Pulling out, their combined juices flowed out of her. Draco sat her down and backed up to look her over. She could only imagine what she looked like with her tits out and her pussy dripping.

"Fuck, you're sexy, Granger," Draco groaned out.

"Time to go before the Aurors get here," Bella said, laughter in her voice. "You two put on quite the show."

Hermione felt a wave of disgust that Bellatrix had watched her and Draco — her nephew — for half of a second, but it passed as Bella grabbed her hand and cast a few spells on her to clean her up. Draco scrubbed the room of all evidence that would point to them before grabbing his aunt's hand. Bella's eyes scanned the room, making sure it was clean, before she dropped Hermione's hand. Guiding her to hold onto her waist, she lifted her wand towards the sky and yelled before they Disapparated.

The green fog of the Morsmordre obscured Hermione's vision as they spun into space and out of the bedroom.

Landing outside the gates of Malfoy Manor, Hermione made sure her mask was still in place before touching her hair and growling.

"What did you do to my hair, Malfoy?" Hermione huffed. She held out her wand arm and walked through the gates as if they were made of smoke.

"I think you look better with that just shagged look, Granger," Draco teased.

"Fuck off."

Hermione pulled the elastic from her braid and shook out her hair. She wasn't used to it being straight and ran her fingers through the silky strands. Before she'd braided it she'd looked at herself in the mirror and between the skintight clothes and the hair, she hadn't recognized herself. With her mask in place, she was pretty sure not even Harry and Ron would know who she was. There was something freeing in being able to hide in plain sight.

Her heels clicked on the hardwood floor as they made their way into the ballroom where Voldemort was waiting for them. With Draco by her side, they kneeled at his feet and waited for him to address them.

"Were they successful?" he asked Bella and Hermione bit back the irritation at being ignored by her Lord after her successful raid.

"Emmeline Vance and Amelia Bones are dead, as requested," Bella told him. "We would have been back sooner, but our new recruits were a little… eager for each other."

"Show me."

Hermione glanced up to see Voldemort lock eyes on Bellatrix and she knew he was performing Legillimens on her. As she cast her eyes back down, she saw his robes tenting as he became turned on watching her and Draco fucking. She smirked with delight knowing the effects she had on him. All thoughts of irritation left her as she remembered that whilst she might have wanted to follow him for months, the Dark Lord was still getting to know her.

"Very well," Voldemort said after a few moments. "You two may stand."

Getting to her feet, Hermione stood in front of her Lord and waited to hear what he thought about their activities.

"You two were very efficient. Did you enjoy yourselves?"

"Yes, my Lord," they answered in unison.

"You have proven yourselves, for now. I will let you know when I require your services again. You are both dismissed."

They nodded and walked out of the room. She followed Draco up the main staircase towards her room. When she reached her door, he leaned around her and opened it for her. She walked through but he didn't follow. Leaning against the doorframe, he looked her up and down.

"That was fun, Granger," he said.

"You were better than I expected, Malfoy," she quipped.

If she was honest, she'd never thought about what Draco would be like in bed. He had just been her annoying classmate. He had surprised her with how hard he had fucked her. If she had thought about it, she would have expected him to be like other boys their age; a fumbling mess that came as soon as they touched her. Sure, sex had improved with each year, but it still wasn't as good as it had been with Draco. She'd have to ask him where he'd learned to fuck like that.

"My thoughts exactly. We should do it again sometime."

"Would you like to come in?" she asked. It was late but she wasn't ready to sleep yet. She was still wired for their first raid.

He looked around her room, took half a step in then stepped back out. "I want to, but I want to change into more comfortable clothes first."

"Go get them whilst I change."

Laying in her bed a half-hour later, Hermione set her book down and glanced at Draco. She'd known him for seven years yet she knew nothing about her new friend. Looking at him in his pyjamas as he read his own book she realised she wanted that to change.

They were the youngest Death Eaters and when she returned to Hogwarts in two months, he would be the only one who knew who she really was. From what she understood, there was no one else that was attending Hogwarts University that was magically strong enough to take the ageing potion except them.

She heard Nott talking about his son Theo, but when he'd been tested, his core was too unstable. Evidently, the Healer said he was a late bloomer and they would have to wait at least a year. When Bellatrix had suggested they try it anyway and see what happened, Nott had put his foot down. Hermione didn't think he actually cared about his son because he had mumbled something about only having one heir and he couldn't take the risk.

Cantankerus Nott had always made her a little uncomfortable, and listening to him talk so callously about his only son solidified her impression of him.

Plucking Draco's book from his hands, Hermione tossed it on her nightstand.

"Tell me about your life," she told him.

"Which parts?" he asked.

"All the parts. I want to get to know you."

"Quid pro quo?"

"Of course. Now spill."

They stayed up late into the night, laughing and trading stories. The house-elves brought them snacks which they shared, Draco eating all the sweets and her the salty ones. By the time he drifted off to sleep next to her, she felt like she had a new friend. They'd talked about everything from growing up without siblings, to what it was like to try to live up to other people's expectations. They had more in common than either of them had realised and she wished she could have become friends with him earlier.

Snuggling down into the bed, Hermione closed her eyes then startled as Draco wrapped his arm around her and pulled her towards him so they were spooning. She sighed into his embrace, enjoying the feel of strong arms encircling her.

"You're not too bad, Granger," he mumbled.

A/N: Thank you so much for all your positive feedback on the first chapter!