My Enemy, Friend, Husband, Death Eater, Lover, Git

Chapter: Women of the Dark

A.n Sorry for the late update and for the spelling mistakes last chapter.

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Hermione received her letter anxiously, the owl stayed for a moment to take a nip out of her finger before hooting with some satisfaction and flying off. Hermione put her finger in her mouth, ignoring the pain and unfolding the letter with her other shaking hand.

Dear Ms. Granger,

We have gotten back the results of your aptitude test; the results are on the bottom of the page.

Charms: Excellent Knowledge

Transfiguration: Excellent Knowledge

Potions: Good knowledge

Defence against the Dark arts: Good knowledge

Muggle studies: Excellent knowledge

History of Magic: Sufficient knowledge

Astronomy: Poor Knowledge

Care for Magical Creatures: Good Knowledge

Arithmacy: Good Knowledge

Divination: No Knowledge

After analyzing your skills and interests we have assigned you a job. You will be a medi-witch in training at Hogwart's medical wing for the duration of your schooling at Hogwarts, and after you will continue training at a given magical hospital.

Thank you for your time

Daphne Inkle, Head of Job Allocation Department

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Hermione put the letter down immensely disappointed. She had to admit, it wasn't a bad job, but it wasn't at all what she head wanted. She would have liked to go into the Department of Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures or the Department of Magical Law Enforcement to change the magical world and to achieve fairness for the house elves and other oppressed magical creatures. With a grim smile she realised she now also fell under the classification: oppressed magical creature.

Putting the letter aside she got up and left the room to the living room where Draco stood waiting, he cocked his head at her questioningly. Hermione shrugged, "Medi-witch." Trying to sound indifferent, but when Draco showed his letter she screamed out in anger, "Assistant to the Head of Magical Law Enforcement? But how?"

Draco sighed, "Father pulled some strings, The Dark Lord wants every part of the Ministry controlled by Death Eaters. I'm a Death Eater in training; all he's doing is being practical." A hint of anger was in Draco's voice.

Hermione looked at him sympathetically, "What did you really want to do?" Draco's eyes shot up, narrowed warningly "As I said, it doesn't matter now." He said curtly before turning and leaving the room.

Hermione groaned, what were things going to be like once they were married? It was in less then a week, this weekend and they had gotten no further to achieving a real friendship. Although an alliance had been made, they barely talked and only communicated if necessary.

Needing comfort Hermione went to the Gryffindor Tower. Ron and Harry sat in the common room and smiled weakly at the sight of her. "Whats wrong?" she questioned her closest friends.

Ron shrugged,, "Mum's going to be so proud," he started sarcastically, "her youngest son off to be a janitor at the Ministry of Magic."

Hermione hugged Ron, "Oh Ron I'm sorry! Its not going to be forever I'm sure." After Ron successfully pushed Hermione of she looked worriedly at Harry. Harry's eyes met her and she nodded, "Yours not too great either?"

"Also janitor." He said bitterly. Hermione suddenly understood the meaning of this, and of what Draco had said, ": The ministry is under their control."

Harry remembered the job Dumbledore assigned Hermione and asked, "What are you doing?" Hermione looked apologetic, "Medi-witch." Harry shrugged at her embarrassed look, "Don't be sorry. With your grades they could really make you a janitor anyways. Plus, after graduation Professor Dumbledore will take Ron and me into the Order completely. Not a spy like you cause we wont be able to get away with it but he has some things planned for us……" he hesitated and glanced at Ron, "She right Ron. It wont be forever, we'll make sure it wont be. Same for your Hermione, you wont be stuck with Malfoy in holy matrimony till the end of your days."

Hermione hugged him, but wondered how things were going to end up. Voldemort had the Ministry at its feet and kept Cornelius Fudge as a house trained lap dog. She tried not to let the worry show in her face when she let go of him.

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After classes Hermione walked back to Malfoy's Quarters, tried she entered room, then jumped in shock as a rather bedraggled Narcissa popped out of nowhere.

"Narcissa!" she gasped, "What are you doing here?"

"No time to talk, undress." Narcissa ordered. Hermione's head snapped up, "What?" Narcissa groaned, "Don't worry girl, Draco isn't here and I'm not going to do anything to you….don't flatter yourself. Go to your bedroom if your more comfortable with it, just do it. Quickly."

Hermione went to her bedroom and Narcissa followed her in, and at a moments hesitation she surged forward and pulled Hermione's shirt of. "Excuse me!" Hermione declared haughtily, snatching it back.

Narcissa rolled her eyes, "Okay I'm going to be straight with you girl. You're summoned to your initiation and you can't go wearing your uniform."

Hermione blinked, "My initiation? To what?"

"God, you are completely insolent. Naïve child, what do you think. Your marrying Draco, a future death eater. A future Death Eater who is going to be an influential Death Eater. They want to make you a Woman of the Dark."

"Who's they? And what is a Woman of the Dark?" Hermione was so stunned and confused she allowed Narcissa to further undress her, lead her to the bathroom and shove her, underwear and all into the shower.

The cold water brought Hermione back, and quickly jumped back out. Shivering she wrapped a towel around herself and glared indignantly at Narcissa, who looked mildly amused.

"Death Eaters are usually men, on the exception of my sister Bellatrix. Women of the Dark, more commonly known as Darkstras They are a whole new form of evil, work more under ground. They do things men are not capable of; we are the ones that seduce people to darkness. We are the ones that keep things in order. We manage the estates and the hidden places where the Dark Lord hides. We do the dirty torturing work, we store information, and we keep the prisoners. But most importantly of all…..we keep a secret…one you will learn in time." Narcissa spoke almost reverently of this group with each word stepped closer to Hermione who backed away from her uncomfortably.

Narcissa's face and posture returned back to normal and with a casual hand flick she muttered, "Now I now you're not really one of us. Albus asked me to protect you and I shall. I shall guide you, and teach you like I would have if you were my daughter but if you do something rash, if you reveal yourself for what you are I won't help you, know that."

Hermione nodded, incredibly uncomfortable and cold, her underwear plastered to her body and her wet and tangly standing in a small bathroom with a woman she completely despised.

Hermione numbly dressed herself in the clothing Narcissa gave her. It was a long shapeless black dress with long wide sleeves, and a hood she could draw of her head and face. Under it she was naked, and cold and itchy.

Narcissa changed into the same outfit and lead Hermione, under the cover of darkness out of the grounds deep into the forbidden forest.

Once outside of Hogwarts grounds Narcissa stopped. "I'm going to apparate you to a hidden location. Don't speak unless spoken to, don't act or move or do anything unusual. Close your mind completely, if you can form a fake barrier of willingness. Bellatrix is suspicious but the others are keen to turn Harry Potter, the Golden Boy's bitch into one of their own and they'll accept you. They'll test you, for you're your own safety I recommend you do everything they ask you to do."

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