Chapter 7
Authors Note: I know I know. You are probably all really mad at me. This is my first update in a while. But you guys have been on my mind a lot. I've just had a really hard time getting to a computer. Lame excuse I know. But I have Chapter 7 written for you and I am currently working on Chapter 8. So don't hate me to much.
Hermione wiped the last of her remaining tears and jumped on top of her over stuffed trunk. She pushed down harshly trying to get it shut. She had shoved as many as her belongings and mementoes as she possibly could in to that small trunk. Hermione could not stand leaving with out her keepsakes, keepsakes of all the adventures that her and Harry and Ron had been through in the last six years. She jumped off of the trunk and fastened the latches quickly to avoid her trunk bursting open again. The young girl turned swiftly on her heals and gasped when she saw Draco standing in her door frame. He was leaning against it casually with his arms crossed, watching her. He flashed her small tight smile.
Draco was surprised that the brown haired beauty in front of him was going through all this to be with him. He knew she loved him, and she knew he loved her. He was glad that she was doing this; he couldn't imagine life with out her. Without her small random kisses or her lush lips, the way her hair tickled his face when she tickled him. Hermione walked over to him slowly, she could feel the tears welling up again. She buried her petite face in the front of his robes. Draco stepped back a bit, a little caught off guard. His strong arms wrapped around her and hugged her close to his chest. He kissed her sweet smelling hair as she cried.
"Shh, my love." Draco soothed. He hated the fact that they both had been put in to this position. He stroked her back softly with the palm of his large hand. Hermione stifled her sobs and stood back, nodding.
"Ok, I'm ready." She walked past Draco and out the door. She descended the stairs slowly, and nodded quickly to Lucious, as she kept her head down slightly. She was a bit curious as to why these people went through this. They seemed to enjoy serving the dark lord. But why? She smiled to herself. It couldn't be all that bad if these people had all joined with his forces. Lucious waited silently for Draco, they watched as he entered the room, two floating trunks behind him. Draco shot his father one last glare as he snapped his fingers and the trunks floated effortlessly into the fireplace. Vanishing instantly. Next Draco, following his father's orders stepped up and into the bright flames. He whirled out of sight, leaving Hermione alone in a room full of death eaters.
Hermione scurried quickly through the flaming port after Draco when the death eaters started to growl slowly at her. (yes actually growl). Spinning, She was spinning and then with no warning. She came to a sudden halt and her beloved Draco came into view again. She sighed and Draco came to her side, watching as the rest of the death eaters appeared one by one in the large flaming fire place.
The room they now stood in was dark. Dark and musty smelling. There was no light whatsoever. The thick stench stifled the air and stuck to their clothes. It was the smell of rotting flesh. Hermione fought back the urge to retch and held tighter to Draco. He was looking around, no doubt wondering where in the hell they were. Lucious stepped forward and grabbed Hermione and Draco each by the arm. Forcing them through a door on the left side of the room, and out in to a dim hallway. The hallway was lit only by the soft glow of candles. The death eaters let forced Draco and Hermione in the front of them. Wands were pointed at both's back. Having no choice, they started too moved down the hallway. After about an hour of walking in silence the corridor ended, coming to a door. A dark old fashioned door, that rounded on the edges, and was made of wood.
Lucious pushed his way up to the front of the group. Rolling his front sleeve of his robes up on his left arm he pressed his hand against the door and spoke softly. He withdrew his hand slowly and stepped back. Moments later the door was thrust open by a short and very stout man. One Hermione knew to be Peter Pettigrew. He ushered them in glancing skittishly at both Hermione and Draco.
This room they were now in was dark also. Draco could see faintly from the wands that were lit around the room signaling that there were many more death eaters. A dull chatter broke out in the room as Draco and Hermione were thrust up on the small stage at the front of the room. The death eaters that had been talking suddenly came to a quiet. A tall dark figure had now entered the room and was gracefully gliding towards the stage. Hermione whimpered at Draco's side, clutching tighter to his clammy hand. Voldemort floated up lightly his hood falling down to reveal his white face, and red slits.
The
dark lord stepped forward, his bone white wand perfectly posed in
his right hand. "Mr. Malfoy, Please step forward." Voldemort
hissed his wand pointed directly at Draco's heart. Draco broke his
grip on Hermione's hand and stepped forward bravely. Trying to be
strong for the quivering girl behind him.
:Please extend your
left forearm." Draco did as he was told, revealing his clean pale
flesh. Voldemort ran a long bony finger down Draco's arm. The tip
of Voldemorts wand touched Draco's arm and the smell of burnt flesh
permeated the room. Draco's eyes went unfocused from the pain. It
felt like a thousand burning knifes were being held against his skin. Malfoy's were taught to deal with their pain, and Draco did. Roughly Voldemort removed the wand from Draco's newly tattooed
flesh.
"Draco Malfoy, Do you accept this dark mark as a contract to me, your loyalty, your strength, and your magic, all that you can do. Do you willingly agree to be of service to me?" Draco bowed deeply his arm extended still.
"I do my lord." Vodemort nodded. "Welcome, Draco" Draco stepped off the stage as a newly formed mask and robe were fitted to his body magically. He turned to see Hermione's incarnation turning away when she cried out softly from the burning pain on her arm.
"Do you, Miss Granger, agree to be loyal to me, to accept all quests and to do everything in your power to please me?" Hermione repeated Draco's actions and bowed deeply. "I Do, my lord." She said.
And
so it was done. Lucius and the rest of the death eaters cheered
loudly as their two newest members joined the followers of the Dark
Lord. Hermione pulled her sleeve up. Her dark mark was bold against
her fair skin. Draco turned to her. His fingers traveling lightly
over her mark.
"What have we done, my love?"
Hermione turned back to Draco, a smile poised on her face now.
"We have joined our new family, Draco." She smirked at him, a smirk worthy of a malfoy, and turned to face their new group. Maybe this wasn't so bad after all. Her and Draco would get to spend all time together more than ever. She could go on missions. Lots of missions. Everything. The order hadn't wanted her involved anyways. Always shunning out her ideas, and never letting her get involved. Well, she would show them. She would be the best death eater the world had ever seen, well, the worst, figuratively speaking. She laughed. Draco was now with his family.
They would be treated well. Draco was surprised of the brunette girl's actions. She was actually happy about doing this with him. IF she was happy so was he. He took her hand as the death eater's cheered. They turned to the Dark Lord and once again bowed deeply. This time in sync with each other.
A feast was to be held in their honor and Draco and Hermione followed the Dark Lord through the long winding hallways until they came to a large dining room. The large oak table was seated with over fifty chairs. Voldemort sat at the head of the table. Hermione and Draco were seated next to him. Hermione was on Voldemorts right, and Draco was across from her, on the dark lord's left. There food was put in front of them by wormtail and Draco, followed Voldemorts lead and dug in.
The supper conversation focused around the upcoming mission. Everyone was to go, except Draco and Hermione. They were to be given an automatic pass from the dark lord to get settled in and spend some much needed time together. After dinner had ended, Voldemort turned to Draco and the young girl beside him.
"Draco, you will be housed in your childhood room and Miss Granger may share a room with you, if that is what she pleases. Hermione nodded and bowed her head in thanks to the dark lord.
Draco took Hermione's hand and they turned to head up the stairs. They walked up the stairs quickly and pulled open Draco's door. The room was large, the walls painted a hazy green. Slytherin flags and quiddich posters loomed on all the walls. There was a king sized bed on the opposite wall from where they stood, with satin sheets, Green of course, with a black comforter. There were many pillows next to the oak headboard.
Hermione walked in slowly taking in everything, the huge walk in closet to her left and the personalized bathroom on her right. Fit for a king.
Hermione breathed in slowly. "Wow…this…is….well, amazing." She concluded lamely a large smile on her face, her eyes bright as she looked up at Draco. "I can't wait to spend my life with you Draco." She leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on his lips before she ran to the bed, jumping and landing spread eagle on the soft pillows.