A/N: One hundred percent AU. Harry and Ron left Hermione behind to look for Horcruxes and then Hermione's mandatory presence at Hogwart's is requested.

Pairing is Hermione/Draco, rated M for themes of profanity, perhaps smut, torture, and death.

Let me know what you think :)? X

MEMOIRS OF AN UNTOLD STORY

CHAPTER ONE:

PLEASANT CONVERSATIONS WITH DEATH EATERS

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Hermione Granger landed roughly on green grass, her suitcases falling to land right beside her. She groaned as the boot landed just above her head. She coughed loudly and managed to stumble up, wiping herself down. She looked up and saw that she was just outside of Hogwarts. Students who had traveled by train were currently entering and she watched them for a moment. Everything was most certainly different. Her eyes scanned the Hogwarts building and she shuddered. Once a place she used to love now turned into the place she's come to loathe.

Hermione bent down and pulled her wand out of her grey shin-high socks, giving her black converses a smile. They were her favourite. And lucky. And if she ever needed luck, she needed it now. Hermione waved her wand and her suitcases began to levitate. She took a deep breath, smoothed down her grey plait skirt, her grey jumper and her black scarf. She didn't want to seem too nervous because then she could get eaten alive but really, she'd be eaten alive anyway, wouldn't she? For inside that castle - that castle that she used to adore - now held her dark fate.

Hermione sighed and began walking up to the castle, her suitcases following her in levitation as she walked. Her heart started to thud furiously, her palms began to get sweaty and her muscles began to freeze up. She was starting to get so frightened she even considered turning around and running away but she maintained her strength and carried on walking. The first real face she recognized just had to be one face she was planning on skillfully avoiding. She hadn't seen him since 6th year. She hadn't really thought about him since 6th year and now, here he was.

Two words… Two simple words… Draco Malfoy. Draco. Malfoy. She hadn't seen him since the night Dumbledore died… God, how is it that he managed to be dashingly handsome yet painfully ill-looking at the same time? He still had that mysterious air of him yet it was obvious that the strain of the take-over had weighed most heavily on him. Hermione had secretly always wondered if Draco really did want any of this dark life but really, if she ever did ask him she'd probably never get a real or serious answer. His eyes were searching her out and she knew with a certain dread that he was seeking her out.

"Granger" Draco took two long strides to reach her "Would you mind hurrying it up?" he turned and began walking gracefully down the corridor, expecting Hermione to hurry after him. She frowned for a second before finally following him. There was no mention in McGonagall's letter about Draco Malfoy greeting her! Well, not so much greeting her really. Hermione finally caught up to him and tried to keep in his fast pace, her suitcases striving to keep up with her and almost hitting a few students in their pursuit. Hermione shoved her wand back in her sock as she tried to brace herself for conversation with Malfoy.

"Malfoy I don't understand where exactly you're taking me or even why you're taking me" Hermione bristled with annoyance. How could he still be so freaking ignorant towards her?

"McGonagall asked me to collect you" Draco replied boredly, not even bothering to look down at her.

"Professor McGonagall" Hermione corrected him with a nasty tone. This bastard hadn't changed one single bit. Still as inconsiderate, arrogant and pompous as ever.

Hermione could almost hear Draco flinch as she corrected him and felt a smug smile grace her lips. Still, now that she thought about it, why in heaven's name would Draco even agree to collect her?

"I'm still not understand-" Hermione bit out to try and get some kind of answer from Draco but suddenly she felt her words stop short, the breath catch in her throat and her heart started beating furiously again. For there in front of her was Alecto Carrow, standing there in all her thin and dark glory. That woman caused Hermione's insides to twist unnaturally.

"Draco" Alecto drawled maliciously, eyes darting back and forth from Draco to Hermione "Draco, Draco, Draco… What do we have here? Is there somewhere you and…" Alecto sneered when she looked at Hermione "… The mudblood are going?".

If Hermione wasn't so terrifying scared of being struck down from where she stood she may have been extremely insulted but, hey, priority check.

"Yes, I was escorting Granger to the Head Boy and Girl quarters, as ordered by McGonagall" Draco smiled slightly, although Hermione could tell there was no warm in his smile or his eyes "Snape appointed us Heads this year".

Hermione's face swung round to stare at Draco absurdly. Was he being serious or just lying because he didn't want to be caught with a mudblood by a Death Eater?

Alecto seemed a little disappointed he seemed so well-prepared and it made Hermione wonder if they were even on the same team at all, judging by Draco's pale face, going even paler.

"Very well" Alecto drawled again. She gave Hermione a spine-chilling smile and walked off, leaving them alone again.

"What was that all about?" Hermione hissed, trying to keep up with Draco again as he sauntered off, her suitcases having resumed their following levitation. "I will absolutely not be any part of your lie! I am too young to d-".

"I was telling the truth, Granger" Draco cut her off as she followed him around another corner "Snape did appoint us Heads".

"What?" Hermione frowned "That's ridiculous! Why the hell would he do that?".

"Keep your voice down Granger" Draco hissed at her.

"Sorry!" Hermione hissed back, annoyed "But it's not everyday someone like me survives a pleasant conversation with a Death Eater! But let's get back onto Snape, it doesn't make any sense! I'm a mudblood and he's a Dea-".

"Be quiet!" Draco grabbed her wrist and pulled her along the corridor with him, going at an immense speed. Hermione winced and tried to pull away but he was too strong and they only stopped until they were standing outside a large portrait of Lady Godiva, naked on her horse.

Draco muttered something under his breath and the portrait door swung open, pushing Hermione inside the common rooms, her suitcases following after her. Draco walked in after them and closed the door over. He waved his hand over her suitcases and they fell to the floor with a clang. Hermione's unsure eyes watched him as he strode into the kitchen and then back out.

"Don't ever talk about stuff like outside of these walls!" Draco cried "And even then, it's not safe!".

"Why do you care?" Hermione snapped "So what? So what they hear me and decide to kill me, it might even be better than living with you!" she didn't know where this courage was coming from but now that it was here, she didn't want it to stop.

"Don't be stupid, they're not going to kill you" Draco looked at her like she was stupid "You know for the brightest witch of our generation or whatever you really are kind of stupid".

Hermione shrugged off his insult as his words finally sank into realization. Oh god, she had been so stupid. She hadn't even thought of what it meant to be requested back to Hogwarts. She was pretty sure she was the only Mudblood currently in Hogwarts and yet, with her mind preoccupied elsewhere she hadn't even given it much thought. She really hadn't even had a talk with Molly about it. Not since Ron and Harry left a week ago, all Molly did was cry now.

Draco hadn't said anything. He just stared at her, watching her like a hawk. Like a tiger ready to kill his prey.

"They think I know where Harry is" Hermione whispered. Her eyes darted up to Draco's and she stepped towards him "That's why Snape made us Heads together, because he wants you to get that information".

Draco sighed, shook his head and turned away, storming into the kitchen.

"I'm right amn't I?" Hermione followed after him, livid "Well, it's not going to work! One because I really don't know where they are and two! Even if I did know I'd rather die than tell you!".

"Yes Granger, that's exactly it" Draco rolled his eyes as he continued taking off his shoes.

"Oh go on then, the Prince of Darkness, do enlighten me" Hermione mocked him as she folded her arms, tapped her foot and waited impatiently "Why has stupid Snape brought me back here?".

"You were right with the first one" Draco snapped, trying to get her to stop. He pushed past her and walked into the living room to take a seat.

"No I clearly wasn't" Hermione barked as she followed him "What is it exactly that Snape needs from me? Surely he doesn't want me to join you, if he wanted me dead already I would be, no it's got to be something else…".

"He doesn't need you to be anything, he needs you to stay here, alive" Draco snapped, irritated "So whatever you do just don't talk back to Professors, in fact, don't talk at all and just stay in here whenever possible".

"I'm touched for your concern" Hermione said sarcastically as she moved her suitcases to the other bedroom door that didn't have Draco's name engraved in it.

"Just shut up and don't die" Draco muttered under his breath.

"I'm starting to think staying alive is key here" Hermione walked back into the living room "What could Snape possibly gain from keeping me here and alive? I mean, I'm the only mudblood at Hogwarts, gossip will run faster than a…" she slowly began to trail off as her face fell.

"I told you to stop guessing" Draco looked away from her.

"Wait, I'm bait? For Harry? I've actually been given a part in my best friend's demise?" Hermione felt sick to her stomach. "That takes sadism to a whole other level!".

"He'll never come, he's not stupid" Hermione added, scolding Draco with a glare as she folded her arms.

"Maybe he will, maybe he won't" Draco shrugged boredly.

"I know he won't" Hermione hissed "So this is just a waste of time".

"Doesn't sound like that good of a friend then" Draco pretended to check his nails as he smirked up at Hermione.

"What the hell would you know about being a good friend?" Hermione exploded "You're the second most loathed git after Voldemort!".

"Woah, that's a bit harsh" Draco mocked her "I'm at least 4th most loathed git. I mean Snape definitely takes 2nd place and I've gotta say my father would absolutely take 3rd place".

"You think this is funny?" Hermione screeched "I hate you!".

"Don't you wanna leave space for Potter and Weasel on that most loathed list?" Draco stood up, towering over her petite form.

"What?" Hermione snapped tiredly, half way back towards her room.

"Well, they didn't take you with them" Draco pointed out painfully "Why is that? Is it because they wanted to protect you? Or because they simply didn't want you there? After all, nobody likes a know-it-all".

Hermione tried not to let his words affect her but deep down, it's what she'd been secretly thinking too. "I loathe you" she hissed before storming back to her room and slamming the door behind her. Only then did she lean against it and begin to cry.

She cried for her parents, she cried for Harry and Ron, she cried for the past and she cried for the worst times still to come. Draco's dark heavy eyes stared at her door and the snarky attitude he could fake with her didn't feel false. He didn't feel numb or dead like he used to, he just felt like… Like the old times. And suddenly, he felt so bad, he just felt like walking over there and-

No. He didn't feel like anything. Because he was Death Eater. And Death Eater's don't feel.

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Hermione definitely didn't sleep well. She didn't sleep well at all. Mostly because she was still scared someone was going to creep into her room at night and murder her. But then, she horribly remembered she still had a part to play in Harry's doom. She desperately hoped he wouldn't try and play the hero and sacrifice himself to Voldemort. She really hoped Ron wouldn't try anything extremely stupid either. She just hoped where they were they wouldn't hear about it at all. And another suddenly strong part of her wanted to see them and slap them for leaving her to this dark fate, no matter how they aimed for this to turn out a lot differently than it did.

Hermione sighed and stood up, stretching. She'd stormed off to bed the previous night and ignored dinner. She hadn't even seen Luna or Ginny or Neville since she got back and she ached for the old familiarity she used to have. She had to see them. She got up and did a refreshment spell on herself so she didn't have to waste any time taking a shower. It was one of the few privileges Heads got. Hermione pulled on her grey socks, skirt, shirt and jumper before putting on her converses. She smoothed down her sleek hair and grabbed her books, walking out of her room, moving quickly towards the kitchen.

Draco was already in there, pouring himself some juice. Hermione ignored him and poured herself some coffee, making sure her wand was secure in her sock. She moved over to the other counter and picked up a pancake, taking a small bite out of it. Hermione finished her pancake and took a deep breath, trying to block out the awkward tension between them both. She put her cup in the sink and walked out, heading towards the door. She quickly remembered she'd need the password to get back in and winced inwardly as she braced herself. As she spun back around, she was slightly taken aback to see Draco leaning on the kitchen door frame, already staring at her.

"I need the password" Hermione said bluntly, trying not to let her voice waver. She had to show Draco that he didn't effect her, or scare her, even when he actually did. If she wanted to survive in this world of Death Eaters she'd need to play this one tactfully.

"Beedle the Bard" Draco replied swiftly, his eyes waiting for her reaction.

Hermione's lips turned up slightly in a smile "He's my favourite author" she found joy in the memory of the book Dumbledore had left behind for her in his will; 'The Tales of Beedle the Bard' contained Wizard fairytales and she felt she could always forget her current problem when reading from that book. When Draco said nothing, Hermione's slight smile fell and she quickly turned on her heel, opening the portrait, and disappearing out of it.

When she was gone, Draco let the breath he didn't know he was holding out.

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Hermione shivered as she walked towards the Great Hall. Hogwarts seemed even more menacing than it did to her yesterday. The walls were dark, the atmosphere chilly and everything was laced with sinister intent. She felt so deeply saddened by this but it only made her walk faster. When she finally got there, she immediately noticed Neville and Ginny, talking fast and in hushed tones. When she looked over to the Ravenclaw table, she smiled slightly when she saw Cho Chang sit down next to Luna and try to start conversation. At least Luna had somebody to talk to now that most of her Ravenclaw friends were not Pureblood and currently in hiding.

Hermione practically ran towards the Gryffindor table, "Hey!" she flung her arms around Ginny, who grinned from ear to ear when she saw her. Hermione walked round to greet Neville, finally happy to be in comfortable company. "So happy to see familiar faces!" she sat down next to Ginny and Neville, still smiling. "How was the train ride?".

"Actually okay" Neville said surprisingly "Malfoy didn't even say anything to us but a couple of-" he leaned in, whispering "-Death Eaters, stopped the train, looking for Harry. I told them to bugger off".

"Yeah, I wish you could have came with us but Mum said McGonagall insisted on Portkey because it was safer, considering you know…" Ginny trailed off.

"Considering I'm a mudblood witch, currently living in a castle full of Death Eaters who want to torture me for information on Harry's whereabouts and then kill me slowly and painfully?" Hermione finished for her "Yeah, portkey was safer".

"If that ever happens Hermione, we'll stop it and then help you escape" Neville said quietly "Actually, we were thinking about restarting Dumbledore's Army and make up an emergency escape plan".

"God no" Hermione whispered painfully "If anyone found out, there would be horrible consequences for you all. Never mind me, I'm pretty much a write-off anyway considering my blood status but you two- you can both still survive this, just keep your head down and don't start anything".

"Hermione" Neville started, "That's never going to-".

"Look at that swarmy git" Ginny interrupted him, looking at Draco as he sauntered in the hall, sitting down next to Theodore Nott and Blaise Zabini at the Slytherin table.

"And I have to room with him" Hermione muttered darkly, looking away quickly so he didn't see her watching him.

"What?" Ginny and Neville both cried at the same time.

"Snape made me and Malfoy Heads" Hermione explained as she began to butter some toast "I think it's some ploy to get me to talk about where Harry is or, even worse, draw Harry out into the open because he thinks I'm in danger or something".

"They have schemes, I think we should have schemes" Neville said bitterly as he watched his cup refill with juice magically.

"I think schemes are the last thing we should worry about" Hermione replied, "I have Muggle Studies next, with Alecto Carrow".

"I heard about her class" Ginny grimaced "Apparently she teaches everyone how Muggles are filthy, stupid, weak, disgusting creatures who deserve to be put down".

"Great, I can tell I'm going to be her favourite student" Hermione said sarcastically.

The bell suddenly rang and Hermione jumped up, grabbing her books. "Don't wanna make my Professor mad, I heard she's evil" she joked humorlessly and gave them a smile before walking off to class.

She suddenly became aware of steps following into line with her and looked up to see Draco, staring straight ahead. "McGonagall would like to see you after class".

"Why do I keep getting all this information from her second hand?" Hermione asked darkly, trying to keep up with Draco as he strode on. "And it's Professor McGonagall" she added curtly as they both entered into the same classroom. Of course. Of course Draco Malfoy would take a class degrading all Muggles and Muggle-borns.

Hermione took a seat at the back and tried to calm her swift beating heart. She watched as the rest of the class filed in and also took seats, some giving her outrageously dirty looks which she tried and failed to ignore. Draco was sitting a few seats up from her which she couldn't help but notice.

Alecto Carrow appeared at the front of the room in a black puff of smoke, holding her wand maliciously in her hand. Hermione swallowed and tried to keep her cool.

"This is Muggle Studies" Alecto hissed out with dark intent "This class will enlighten your minds to the truths of the disgusting and impure creatures Muggles are and of course, Muggle-borns, half-bloods and half-breeds. Only Pureblood's are worthy of magic".

Suddenly, Pansy Parkinson's hand shot straight up into the air.

"What?" Alecto answered rudely, looking over to her.

"If Muggleborn's are not worthy of magic" Pansy began "Then what's Granger doing here?" she swung around to smirk at Hermione, as everyone in the class also did.

Hermione tried to push back the tears as she glared at Pansy. Alecto's sharp eyes fell on Hermione as she froze. "Ah yes" Alecto slithered out, eager to share her opinions about Hermione's mere existence "I was myself, rather confused as to why they let her back in… I mean, she is of no importance, she's rather vulgar and-".

"Professor?" Draco's commanding voice interrupted her promptly "Granger is here on the request of Snape and questioning him would mean that you're questioning the higher authority, wouldn't it?".

Alecto's upper lip moved annoyingly as she turned her gaze over to Draco "Yes. If you have any questions regarding student attendance then talk to Snape. Back to topic now, Muggle torturing is…" she trailed off as Draco quietly looked over to Hermione.

Hermione bit her lip and took a deep breath, trying not to allow herself to feel so much hurt. She didn't care what they thought of her. She didn't care about them. She only wanted to know that Harry and Ron were one step closer to discovering and destroying the Horcruxes.

Because when they returned for the final showdown, she was personally going to take that bitch down.