A/N - I just want to answer a question asked after I'd published the last tales about whether or not I still plan on turning these pieces into full length stories as none have appeared so far. The answer is yes, I do still intend to turn almost all of the Tales into full length stories. I have solid plots for almost all of the pieces, and I've already started work on several of them. However, I can't give any sort of time scale as to when they're going to be ready to publish due to the way I write. Even though I try and prioritise a couple of stories, I do have dozens of stories on the go at the same time. That means I can sometimes work on a story for weeks on end, but then get distracted by something else and not work on it again for months. However, I do feel as though I still finish plenty of stories, so just because I haven't yet managed to finish one of the longer stories based on a tale, doesn't mean I won't do so in the future. So yes, the intent to turn these pieces into stories is still there, and the work is still going into making them full length stories, but it does mean that people will have to have patience. I promise that as soon as I've got one of the full length stories from this series finished, I will start publishing it. Until then, I hope people continue to enjoy this series and the other stories that will be coming out in the New Year.

Seduction.

Hermione Granger smiled slyly as she slipped another shot of Firewhisky into Harry Potter's beer and slid it across the table to him. The pair were alone at Grimmauld Place, the Order of the Phoenix Headquarters, and Hermione was steadily getting Harry drunk as part of her plan to alienate him from the Order. Following Dumbledore's death a few months previously, Voldemort had decided that Harry needed to be alienated from the Order, so he was easier to dispose of, and Hermione had been handed the task as she was already undercover with the Order.

Unbeknown to anyone in the Order, Hermione was the daughter of Lord Voldemort. After Voldemort had been left weakened following his first attempt to kill Harry, Hermione's mother had taken her into the muggle world in order to keep Dumbledore finding out about her. When it was time for her to go to school it appeared she was a muggleborn since she'd lived in the muggle world for so long, and no-one had ever questioned it or really looked into her past. All Hermione had to do was ensure she wasn't sorted into Slytherin when she started Hogwarts, and she managed that without hassle.

Befriending Harry hadn't been something Hermione had even considered, but when they were in the same house and he was friendly towards her, Hermione spotted her opportunity. Of course befriending Harry came with a down side, and that was helping him survive and fight against her father for the first few years at Hogwarts. Hermione had hoped that by befriending Harry, she could get him killed, but when she confided in her mother about her plan during Christmas in first year, her mother had warned her that her father wanted to deal with Harry personally, and the best thing she could do was keep him safe and get close to him.

Hermione had followed her mother's advice and by the time her father returned to full strength at the end of her fourth year, she had proved herself time and time again as Harry's best friend. Voldemort was thrilled when he found out what Hermione had been up to, and in the years since, she'd given her father some very valuable information. It was due to the information Hermione had given her father that led to Dumbledore's death. Hermione wasn't actually involved in the planning of Dumbledore's death, as that was down to another student, Draco Malfoy. However, Hermione told Voldemort when best to strike to get to Dumbledore when he was vulnerable, and then Voldemort had passed the information to Draco and the blond Slytherin had done the rest. He'd let the Death Eaters into school to cause a distraction, and he'd killed Dumbledore.

Since that evening when Dumbledore had been killed, Harry had been slowly spiralling out of control. He'd been arguing with the Order, including his best friend, Ron Weasley, and his girlfriend, Ginny Weasley. Hermione had stayed out of things and just watched as Harry had practically alienated himself from the Order, but she knew more needed to be done if her father was going to get his hands on Harry. Even with Harry's bad mood, the Order and particularly the Weasleys, would never turn their backs on him. She needed something else to create a wedge between Harry and his closest allies, and Hermione had spotted her opportunity when earlier that afternoon he'd had a blazing row with both Ginny and Ron and the two Weasley siblings had headed back home to the Burrow for the evening. Hermione had hung around until Harry had started drinking, before she joined him and started spiking his drinks.

"They're just so unreasonable," Harry grumbled, slightly slurring his words as he knocked back another beer. "Can't they see I'm grieveing? I lost Sirius a year ago, and now I've lost Dumbledore."

"I guess this hasn't hit them as hard," Hermione said, making sure she sided with Harry, even though she thought he was just wallowing in misery and taking his grief out on people who just wanted to help him.

"Obviously not," Harry agreed. "It's like they don't care about Dumbledore being killed. But I do. I can still see it Hermione. Malfoy coming out of the shadows, and Dumbledore thinking he could get through to him. Fat chance, he's pure evil that one."

Hermione nodded along as Harry started his all too familiar rant about what an evil bastard Draco was. Hermione had heard a version of the rant long before she'd gotten to know Draco after her father's return. However, since getting to know Draco, Hermione had paid more attention to Harry's rants, and she was surprised by how often he was on the mark about the blond. Harry had picked up on Draco being a Death Eater before anyone else, and he'd pegged the blond as being cold and ruthless, which he was. Of course, Hermione also knew a different side to Draco since he was her lover, but that was a side that Harry would never get to see.

As he ranted, Harry continued to drink and Hermione continued to spike his drinks, helping him get drunk quicker. After a few hours Harry was practically legless, so Hermione persuaded him to go to bed. Surprisingly, Harry was rather hands on as he let Hermione help him up to bed, although it would work perfectly with what she was planning. Normally Hermione would have pushed him off when he tried to grab her bum, but she just smiled and told him that he needed to get to bed.

"You're really pretty, do you know that?" Harry rambled as he practically fell onto his bed when they reached his room.

"Thanks, you're not so bad yourself, Harry," Hermione returned with a flirtatious smile.

"Really pretty," Harry continued as Hermione bent down to remove his shoes and socks, giving him a perfect view of her cleavage. "And great tits."

"You're so eloquent, Harry," Hermione chuckled, inwardly smirking at how perfect things were going. She knew a sober Harry would never had mentioned her breasts, but with a few drinks inside him, Harry obviously had another side to his personality.

After removing Harry's shoes and socks, Hermione turned her attention to the rest of his clothes. Making him sit up, she removed his t-shirt. When he slumped back down on the bed, she started on his trousers.

"Ooh, someone's getting naughty," Harry laughed.

"Yes, they are," Hermione agreed, her eyes widening slightly as she spotted the tell-tale bulge of his arousal in Harry's boxers as she removed his trousers.

"Bad Hermione," Harry called playfully. "Are you going to join me?"

"Do you want me to?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah," Harry answered, still slurring his speech as his eyelids began to droop.

"This is wrong," Hermione whispered as she climbed onto the bed and straddled Harry's waist, making sure to rub provocatively against him. Even though she wasn't going to sleep with him, she wanted him to remember enough to think that they'd done the dirty behind Ginny's back.

"No, just right," Harry replied, his hands shooting up and roughly squeezing Hermione's breasts.

Playing along, Hermione leant down and nuzzled at Harry's neck as she ground her pelvis against his. Beneath her Harry began to pant and moan, and she could feel him hardening beneath her. In actual fact, it seemed like Harry had quite the impressive package. Not as impressive as Draco, but still better than Hermione had thought. She just didn't know if he knew just how to use it, unlike Draco who knew exactly what he was doing in the bedroom, or wherever else that took their fancy. As she continued to grind against Harry, his hands slipped under her shirt and Hermione allowed him a quick fondle before she pulled away and looked down at him, making sure she looked as turned on as he was.

"Are you sure about this Harry?" She asked. She was confident Harry was on the verge of passing out, but if he wasn't she wasn't above using a bit of wandless magic to knock him out.

"I'm sure," Harry answered, before pulling Hermione down and connecting their lips.

Hermione was surprised by the finesse of Harry's kissing, even legless he was a good kisser. Ginny was actually quite lucky to have Harry, it was just a shame that she was going to lose him. Just as Hermione was going to end the kiss, Harry pulled away, gazing at her in wonder.

"Take your clothes off," He ordered quietly.

"Okay." Hermione gave Harry a smile, leant down and pecked his cheek, before slowly getting off him.

She then slowly removed her top and peeled off her trousers, leaving her in a set of lacy, white underwear. When she turned around, Harry's eyes were barely open and as she watched they closed the rest of the way. Two minutes later, he began to snore and Hermione knew he was out for the count. Quickly she pulled her trousers and top back on, and leaving the room as quietly as she could, she headed downstairs to use the floo network.

Since she didn't want anyone tracking her movements, Hermione first flooed to The Leaky Cauldron. From there she carried on to Malfoy Manor, emerging in her boyfriend's private quarters. The floo sounded as she stepped from the flames, and she didn't even have a chance to leave the room before Draco was standing in the doorway, looking particularly tempting in just a pair of low riding emerald green pyjama bottoms.

"Hermione, I didn't expect to see you," Draco remarked as his face broke out into a slow smile.

"You need to let father know it's on for tomorrow," Hermione replied.

"Potter's going to be kicked out of the Order?" Draco checked, making sure he was on the right plan.

"I don't know about the Order, but the Weasleys are going to want rid of him," Hermione replied. "I need some way of sending you a message when there's just the two of us, away from headquarters."

"I've got just the thing," Draco answered. "It's in my room."

"Of course it is," Hermione laughed as she followed Draco out of the room she'd arrived in and down the hall to his magnificent bedroom.

In his bedroom, Draco gave Hermione a dragon charm for her bracelet. He told her that when she wanted them to find her and Harry, all she had to do was rub her finger over the charm three times. The action would send an alert to Draco's wand, and using a tracking spell he'd placed on the charm he'd be able to get to her almost immediately.

"Perfect," Hermione said with a smile as she clipped the charm onto the bracelet that never left her wrist.

"I thought so," Draco answered. "Do you have to leave now, or can you stay for a while?"

"I'd love to stay, but I should get back in case Harry wakes up or anyone arrives back at headquarters," Hermione said reluctantly as she wrapped her arms around Draco's neck. "We want this plan to work, don't we?"

"I guess so," Draco mumbled with a pout. "Although I would have preferred a different plan. I don't like the thought of you in his bed."

"It's not like I've actually slept with him," Hermione pointed out.

"Maybe not, but you'll still be in his bed, naked," Draco argued.

"It has to be believable," Hermione replied. "And I promise you've got nothing to worry about. Harry's quite cute and he's a good kisser, but you're much more appealing. You're better looking, you're a better kisser, and you're bigger than him."

Draco's face broke out into a wide smile, and Hermione could sense the smugness radiating from him. Knowing Draco was only going to start boasting if she didn't put a stop to it, Hermione gave her lover a quick kiss before stepping out of his embrace.

"I have to be going."

Draco pouted, and tried to get Hermione to stay with him, but she was resolute that she had to leave. Instead the blond had to settle for one more kiss, and the promise of an entire weekend together, before Hermione swept out of the manor and headed back to Grimmauld Place.

When Hermione returned to Grimmauld Place, she quickly checked no-one had arrived in her absence, before sneaking back into Harry's room. Harry was exactly where she'd left him, lying flat out on the bed, snoring slightly. Pulling off her top and trousers she flung them haphazardly on the floor. Using magic she levitated Harry in the air slightly as she pulled back the covers on the bed. She then placed Harry back in bed and gently removed his boxers, throwing them over her shoulder. As she'd already worked out, Harry wasn't lacking in the trouser department, but he wasn't quite in the same league as Draco. Once Harry was naked, Hermione removed her own underwear, making sure to fling them around the room as though they'd been removed by eager hands. She then crawled into bed next to Harry, and settled down for the night. Now all she had to do was wait for someone to find them, and then all hell would break loose.

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Hermione awoke early the next morning, pleased to find Harry still passed out beside her. She hadn't really expected him to have moved as she was a light sleeper, and she would have known if he'd gone anywhere. Instead of getting up, Hermione lay in bed, listening for any sound in the house. A little after half past seven, she heard the floo network sound several times in a row. Guessing it was some of the Weasleys, she settled herself half across Harry's chest and closed her eyes, pretending to still be asleep. She knew exactly what sort of picture they would make, naked and draped all over each other, meaning there was only one conclusion the Weasleys would come to, that she and Harry had slept together the previous evening.

Hermione lay for what seemed like hours before she heard footsteps on the stairs. Hermione wasn't sure who was approaching, until she heard Ginny's quiet voice calling out Harry's name. Harry stirred slightly beside Hermione at the sound of his girlfriend, but instead of waking up, he pulled Hermione closer to him and settled his hand on her naked backside. Trying her hardest not to smirk, Hermione lay as still as possible as she heard the bedroom door begin to creak open. Immediately she heard the horrified gasp, but that was quickly followed by a loud squeal of anger.

"Harry Potter, you bastard."

As the sound of footsteps sounded on the stairs, clearly people coming to see what the fuss was about, Hermione jerked up, acting as though she'd just woken up. Harry was slightly slower to stir, and he was just opening his eyes as Molly and Ron burst into the room. Hermione almost laughed at the trio of Weasleys as they all wore identical stunned expression as they took in the scene they were witnessing. Since she'd sat up with such a jerk, Hermione had dislodged the covers, revealing that both her and Harry were naked. Pretending to be embarrassed, she hastily pulled the cover over her breasts.

"Oh my god," She breathed.

"Oh my god," Ginny repeated with a snarl. "I've just caught you in bed with my boyfriend, and all you can say, is oh my god."

"I'm so sorry Ginny," Hermione apologised, forcing tears to pool in her eyes.

"Sorry. Sorry doesn't cut it, you tart," Ginny screeched.

"Ugh," Harry groaned from beside Harry as he put his hand to his head. "Will you please all stop shouting?"

Seemingly forgetting he was naked, or not caring, Harry pushed back the covers and slowly got to his feet. Molly hastily turned away, as did Ron. Ginny however, picked up one of Harry's shoes, hurling it at him and nailing him right in the privates.

"Shit Ginny, that hurt," Harry cursed as he bent over in agony. His head was killing him, but a blow to the groin made that pale into insignificance.

"Good," Ginny spat. "I hope you can't get it up anymore. That'll teach you to shag around behind my back."

"It was a mistake," Harry pleaded as he stood back up, although he kept his hands protecting his nether regions.

"Yes, we never meant for it to happen," Hermione added.

"No-one asked for your opinion," Ginny spat. "Get dressed and get the hell out of my boyfriend's room."

"I'm so sorry," Hermione apologised as she got out of bed, using the covers to hide her modesty. Grabbing her clothes, she fled the room, returning to her own room, but leaving the door cracked open so she could hear what was going on.

What happened next was both Molly and Ron having a go at Harry. Even from across the hallway, Hermione could hear the pair laying into him, and they both told him they wanted nothing more to do with him. When they exited Harry's room, Hermione expected them to go downstairs, but instead they entered her room and gave her a tongue lashing. If she'd cared about their opinions, she would have been devastated by the names they called her, but since she cared nothing for them, she just pretended to be upset, all the time pleased she wouldn't have to be dealing with them for much longer.

"I'm telling you what I told Harry," Molly spat as Ron turned and stalked off downstairs. "Pack up, and get the hell out. No-one wants you here."

"But its Harry's house, he inherited this place from Sirius," Hermione protested. Even though she planned on getting Harry away from headquarters, she didn't expect Molly to kick them out.

"He then signed it over to the Order," Molly retorted. "That meant the house belonged to Albus, and when he died, he left the house to the rest of the Order."

"And that includes Harry and myself," Hermione said, not at all impressed with Molly's attitude.

"Technically, the senior members of the Order are myself, Arthur, Remus and Kingsley. We own the house, and I'm saying you two are to leave. We can put it to a vote, but we all know no-one is going to side with you two."

"You can't win this war without Harry," Hermione replied, unable to help the slight gloating quality in her voice. "He's the key to the war, you know this."

"Actually, the Horcruxes are the key to the war," Molly shot back. "Thank Merlin, Albus told us all about them before his death. We don't need Harry to destroy them, we can do that ourselves."

"Suit yourself, but without Harry you don't stand a chance," Hermione insisted.

"I am not interested in your opinion," Molly snapped. "Get your things together, and leave. I do not want to see your face again."

With that Molly turned to leave. It was only as Molly retreated down the stairs that Hermione realised that while she'd been arguing with Molly, Harry and Ginny were doing the same across the hall. As she got dressed and quickly packed her things, Hermione listened to the argument between the couple. Ginny was clearly furious with Harry, and nothing he was saying was calming her down. It didn't seem to be helping that every time Ginny brought Hermione up she was calling her allsorts, and Harry wasn't agreeing with her. Hermione wondered just how quickly Ginny would change her tune if Harry agreed that she was a cheap tart. However, Harry refused to call Hermione names and Ginny ended things before stomping off downstairs.

Hermione waited for five minutes, before exiting her room and poking her head into Harry's. She found him sitting on the bed, completely naked, and looking totally defeated. For a moment Hermione felt sorry for him, but then she remembered that he was the enemy and he was the reason she'd grown up without a father around. Steeling herself, Hermione crept into the room and sat down next to Harry.

"I'm sorry," She whispered.

"It's not your fault, Hermione," Harry said, giving her a small smile. "I was just as up for it last night as you were. Not that I can actually remember the event. I can remember bits and pieces from before, but I can't recall the actual sex."

"Isn't that just what every girl wants to hear," Hermione replied, managing to sound hurt. "Typical. I have the best sex of my life, and the wizard I'm with can't even remember."

"The best sex of your life?" Harry checked, clearly surprised by her admission.

"Yes," Hermione lied. "It was amazing Harry. And I know it was wrong, you're with Ginny, but I don't regret it. Last night was amazing, and I will always cherish it."

"I'm not with Ginny anymore," Harry replied with a rueful smile.

"Yeah, I heard," Hermione said with a wince. "Sorry, Harry."

"Don't be, it's my fault," Harry sighed. "And I know I was drunk last night, but if I truly loved Ginny I never would have cheated on her. I guess we're just not meant to be."

"So what now?" Hermione asked. "Molly kicked me out, so I'm leaving."

"Yeah, she said the same to me," Harry said. "I was going to fight and refuse to leave, but maybe we should go. Even if we just give them space and come back in a few weeks."

"You mean, go together?" Hermione checked, thrilled with how everything was working out.

"Yeah, unless you don't want to," Harry said.

"No, I think sticking together is the best idea," Hermione replied. "I'm all packed, so maybe you should do the same."

"Give me ten minutes," Harry said as he jumped to his feet, yet again unbothered by his nakedness. Then again, he did think he and Hermione had slept together, so he probably wasn't bothered about her seeing him in all his glory.

Hermione left Harry to get dressed and packed up, and true to his word ten minutes later he poked his head into her room, ready to go. Together they headed downstairs, and found Molly was the only person in residence, Ginny and Ron had clearly left. Molly didn't respond when Harry vowed they would be back, instead she turned her back on them as they made their way to the front door and exited the house.

"Where to now?" Harry asked as they stood aimlessly on the doorstep to his godfather's childhood home.

"I don't know about you, but I'm hungry," Hermione said. "Why don't we go to Diagon Alley and grab some breakfast. We can talk strategy over food."

"Good idea," Harry said, pulling out his wand so they could apparate away.

Seconds later they were in Diagon Alley, where they settled themselves in small café. Since Hermione was genuinely hungry, she finished her plate of scrambled eggs before subtly rubbing her dragon charm three times. Less than a minute after she'd rubbed the charm she spotted Draco landing a bit further down the street, along with his two best friends and fellow Death Eaters, Blaise Zabini and Theo Nott.

The trio's arrival caused a bit of a stir in the street, and Harry instantly noticed the threat. Throwing down some coins to pay the bill, he jumped to his feet and pulled Hermione to hers.

"Let's get out of here," He cried, taking hold of Hermione's hand.

"And why would I want to do that?" Hermione asked coldly as she held onto Harry to stop him from leaving.

"Hermione, stop messing around," Harry hissed as the three Death Eaters approached them. "We need to go, now."

"I think not, Potter," Draco drawled, stepping in front of Harry while Blaise and Theo moved to cover Harry's potential exits. "Nice one, Hermione. You're bright and early."

"I told you I would deliver," Hermione replied with a sly smile.

"Indeed you did," Draco agreed. "The Dark Lord will be very pleased with your delivery."

"Hermione," Harry whispered, looking at his best friend and seeing a complete stranger. All of Hermione's warmth and kindness had disappeared and she was glaring at him with such hate.

"You're such a fool, Harry," Hermione laughed. "It was ever so easy to separate you from the Weasleys. To be honest, I thought you would have fought for Ginny more, but you were right, you clearly don't love her."

"But last night," Harry spluttered. "You said it was a night you would remember forever."

"Nothing happened Harry," Hermione said with a laugh. "Unless you count one little kiss and a quick grope. We didn't have sex. I just let you and the Weasleys think we did."

"This was all a plan," Harry stated in a defeated voice.

"It was," Hermione confirmed. "And now you're going to come with us."

"I'm not going anywhere with you," Harry snarled, finding some of his fight.

"Think about it Potter," Draco warned in a low voice. "There's four of us, and only one of you. You're not getting out of this in one piece. Fight, and other people will undoubtedly get hurt in the cross fire. Surrender and you prevent a blood bath."

Hermione watched as Harry looked around and let Draco's words sink in. There was already people standing around watching them with curiosity, and the street was only getting busier by the minute. If he fought, people would get hurt, but if he surrendered, he was dead.

"Your choice, Potter," Draco said. "Come quietly, or come with a fight."

Hermione knew Harry desperately wanted to fight, but she also knew he didn't want anyone's blood on his hands, and if he fought he would blame himself for anyone who was hurt or killed in the crossfire. Predictably, Harry didn't fight and he went with Hermione and the trio of Death Eaters in order to prevent a full on battle taking place in the middle of a crowded street.

Harry may have prevented innocent people being killed in Diagon Alley that morning, but his actions led to his own death. Less than twenty four hours after he was taken, Voldemort dispatched him. Not ready to give up, the light fought on for several more months, but slowly they were snuffed out until those that remained were too tired to fight any more. And as for Hermione and Draco, they were perfectly content to serve Voldemort and when the time came for him to retire and hand the reigns over to his daughter, Hermione was more than ready to take on the mantle as the darkest witch of her age.