N/A: I'm off for vacation pretty soon here, so there won't be updates for a while. For now, thanks for reading, please review and I hope you enjoy!

Hermione was invited to her first house party that week. A cute jock in her class taking biology invited her and of course she couldn't decline. She was excited when she heard Molly, Ginny and Minnie were invited as well. They all went over to her room with their best outfits on and started getting ready together. Hermione pulled out a pair of jeans and a top. She had no one to impress and the one she wanted to wouldn't be there anyways.

"Ummm… are you wearing that do the party? You're crazy! Tom is the cutest guy around who we've heard likes you. Wear something a bit nicer… please?" Ginny pleaded. Hermione laughed and nodded. She got out a nicer top and the girls all sighed. Molly stepped into her closet and raided it for something nicer.

"None of this works. We need to go back to one of our rooms to get her outfit figured out."

Hermione had never been the tight clothes type and the only exception to that was in trying to seduce Severus. This dress was tight. It felt like a corset around her chest and like saran wrap around her thighs. It was nice, Hermione could say that, champagne on top and a black pencil skirt attached at the bottom, but if this is what it took to impress someone at a house party it didn't feel worth it.

They finished putting on makeup and doing each other's hair and took Molly's car to the house party. When they arrived the house looked like it was bouncing up and down from the high volume of bass the DJ was using. When they stepped out of the car they could already hear all the people talking in the back yard, the drunken jocks drinking beer and throwing people into the pool, and they could already see the people who had already found someone to hook up with on the front lawn. Hermione had never seen a party like this but supposed she could try it out, at least for her friends.

When they walked into the front door, it was like a maze of people. They tried to find stepping room to get around the house and see who they could run into. Someone bumped into them though. It was the jock who invited them all, Tom.

"Well hello Ladies. How are you?"

They all smiled and made small talk for a while. Eventually, Tom took off his football jacket to show his arms. Molly, Ginny and Minnie swooned over the tattoos he had on his arms. Hermione's face went pale though. Maybe it was just a coincidence. Maybe it was a popular tattoo in the muggle world.

It was the dark mark worn by the death eaters.

"Hermione, are you ok?"

Hermione nodded. "I think I need a drink." And quietly excused herself to find the kitchen. When she did she found the punch bowl and had some. It was good she thought to herself, and after chugging her first glass she had another.

After three glasses of the punch, Hermione felt the world spinning. She walked around, trying to find any of her friends, but instead ran into Tom.

"Hermione, you look wonderful tonight."

"Minnie… Ginny… Molly…" Hermione said through groans. She'd never felt this way and she was quite sure she was slurring her words.

"Oh, they're right up the stairs. Come with me."

She followed him up the stairs and walked into a bedroom with him. She looked around and didn't see them anywhere.

"Hey you tricked me." Hermione said, slurring her words. Tom smirked and sat Hermione down on the bed. He tried to kiss her but Hermione pulled back.

"What's your tattoo of?"

Tom smiled. "This one means seize the day." He pointed to a tattoo he had going up his upper arm. Hermione shook her head. "That one." She said, putting her index finger on the dark mark.

He smirked. "It's just a skull."

"No. That's the dark mark." She said, still slurring all of her words and not realizing she had just given herself away to a potential death eater. Tom stood up, closed the door and pulled out a wand, pointing it at Hermione. Oh shit.

"Who are… Miss Granger! What a pleasant surprise. I didn't recognize you at first due to the curves you're showing right now. If only I had known you had such a beautiful body… I would have spared your health at the final battle."

He was at the final battle? Who was this guy?

Hermione stood up and reached for her back pocket. Curse Severus! He had taken her wand.

"Defenseless now aren't we? Where's your wand Miss Granger? Surely a smart witch like you would be cautious, even in the muggle world, especially after the war."

"Who are you and what do you want here?"

"My name is Tom Marvolo Riddle. I am the son of Lord Voldemort. You may have destroyed the Horcrux', but you didn't factor in that he had a part of himself somewhere else… in a human being. My father told me all about you. You're amazing marks, your friendship with that wretched Potter boy. I'm glad I get to kill someone who is close with Mr. Potter. But before I do, I'll let you know of our plans. The death eaters are going to infiltrate St. Mungo's soon. We will find Potter and kill him at his weakest. The death eaters were just waiting for me to start thinking like my father and get enough power to be able to kill Potter. Then we will find Severus Snape, the traitor and kill him as well. And now Miss Granger… you must die."

Hermione was sweating bullets. There was no way this jock freak could be Voldemort's son. She needed to think fast, but her mind wouldn't work for her being this drunk. She eyed him and closed her eyes as if getting ready for death. Before Tom could yell crucio, Hermione tried very hard to apparate. The next thing she knew, she was in Professor Snape's office at the school. She smiled.

"It worked!"

"What worked Miss Granger?"

Hermione turned around to face Snape's desk. "We need to leave now. Voldemort has a son. He's going after Harry and eventually you, calling you a traitor."

"Miss Granger, you're slurring your words. This could just be you drunk talking."

"Would I have apparated here if I were 'drunk talking' sir."

Snape looked very stern. "Alright Miss Granger, I'll give you back your wand and we will leave immediately for the leaky cauldron. I'll send an owl to Minerva and to St. Mungo's as a precaution."