Hermione was enjoying the relative quiet when suddenly the common room door burst open and in tumbled Remus, Sirius and James. It had been a couple of weeks since the incident and most things were back to normal. Her friendships with the three guys were almost back to where they had been before, but she refused to go back out with Remus. It was almost killing her, but each time she thought of Remus being tortured and killed for going out with her, it quickly sobered her up. She wanted nothing more than to be with him again, but she needed him to survive and if she started going out with him again, that was never going to happen.

She had gone to only one meeting besides the initiation and Voldemort had her sit beside him again. He was almost psycotic in the way he was possessive over her. He even Crucio'd a couple of his Death Eaters because he thought they were looking at her a little too long. She sat and watched with detached emotion. He really was quite good looking. He had dark brown hair and gorgeous blue eyes. His frame was well built and he stood about 6 feet. When she fist saw him it shocked her because she was expecting the half dead, awful smelling snake with glowing red eyes.

Remus had not been making it easy. He bought her small gifts constantly, carried her books for her and even sat with her to do homework; just being around him drove her wild.

Sirius plunked down beside her and asked what she was doing.

"Just reading."

"Why are you reading on such a fine night? You should be outside enjoying the lake and the warm weather."

"Really, Sirius. It is dark outside, cooling down and in case you have forgotten, past curfew.''

"Yes, I know, so why aren't you out there?"

Hermione sighed and punched him in the arm.

"Hey, watch it, I bruise easy!"

"That just proves you really are a pansy, Black."

"James, your girlfriend is picking on me."

"Saves me the trouble then."

Sirius harumphed and crossed his arms. Lily came over and pushed Sirius over to sit beside Hermione.

"So, Mi, you never did tell us, where did you get your mark? I know Severus got his on his arm."

Hermione took Lily's hand and started to lead her up the girls staircase.

"If Lily can see, then we all can."

"Fine, but hurry up, you lot."

The boys scrambled up the staircase after the girls and entered into their dorm. Hermione sat on the bed and lifted one leg off the floor and placed it on the bed beside her, outstretched. She then lifted up her skirt and turned her leg so her inner thigh was facing the group.

Lily looked at it clinically and with a female perspective. James looked at it because it was interesting, but felt nothing because it wasn't his girlfriend's leg. Sirius looked at it with a mixture of lust because she was female and repulsion because she was slowly becoming like a sister to him. Remus, however, looked at it with nothing but love and pure animal lust. It was less than a week away from the full moon and he could smell her from where he stood. He wanted to run over and grab her and drive himself into her. He didn't care if everyone watched, either. He felt himself getting hard and he leaned against the dresser to cover the fact that his hips started rocking back and forth. If he didn't take care of his little problem very soon, he was going to end up rutting against the nearest object. He quickly excused himself and left the room. Everyone watched his back in silence.

"Oh no, I shouldn't have done that to him. Here I tell him I can't go out with him and then show him my inner thigh."

"I'll go and talk to him," Sirius volunteered.

"No, I had better." Hermione countered. She got up and left to find Remus. He wasn't hard to find, she just followed the grunting coming from his dorm. She slowly pulled back the curtains surrounding his sleeping area and there he was on his bed with his cock exposed and he was tugging on it with a determined look on his face. His eyes were closed and it looked like he was talking to himself. Hermione leaned in closer and heared him saying, "Mine, Mine!" She knew he was referring to her. No one called her Mine, except for him. Her final ounce of reserve snapped and she quietly leaned over him, bent down and then engulfed his length into her mouth. Remus jumped slightly and looked down at his lap. Hermione smiled up at him and continued her minstrations. Remus' eyes rolled in the back of his head and he grabbed her mane of hair.

'Gods, she could do wonderful things with her mouth,' he thought. His hips started bucking and he could feel the pressure building in the base of his spine. He needed to finish inside of her. He pulled her up and flipped her onto her stomach. In seconds her knickers were ripped off and her skirt was over her back. Remus slammed himself into her and sighed in pleasure. The deep throaty moan that came from her was almost his undoing. He thought about the most boring lecture from professor Binns to calm himself down enough that he wouldn't explode the minute he moved. Once he was in check he started to slowly slide in and out of her. She shifted around until she was comfortable. He was enjoying the feeling when she suddenly grabbed his hand that rested on one of her hips.

"Rem, look!" That was all she said and he followed her eyes down to where their bodies were joined. From his angle he could see himself sliding in and out of her. Not only could he feel it, but he could see it, too. Now if anyone knows, men are visual creatures and this little stunt of hers drove him towards the edge and right over it at full speed. His speed increased and his grip on her hips tightened. He watched as he pistoned in and out of her body. Her moans were getting louder and he could tell she was getting close. He felt her starting to tighten around him and he lost all coherent thought as he exploded inside of her. When he finally stopped he could still feel her body tighten. Tremors racked both of their bodies and he fell onto the bed beside her. She wrapped her arm around him and fell asleep in his arms, a contented smile on her lips. He looked down at her and brushed the hair from her face and quietly whispered, "Mine" before drifting off to sleep with her.

The sun hit Hermione's face and she slowly opened her eyes. Nothing in the room looked familiar, then she remembered where she was; Remus' bed. This was not good, not good at all. She quietly slipped out of the bed and out of the room. She took a shower and dressed for classes and headed down to breakfast. On her way there, she was thinking of how she was going to handle this and not paying attention to where she was going. She realized she had wondered down a corridor far from the Great Hall. She bumped into something solid and started to fall backwards, but was stopped part way down. In front of her was none other than Lucius Malfoy. She looked behind her and holding her off the ground was Martin Flint. 'Great,' she thought, not only were Malfoy and Flint here, but looking around she noticed Zabini, Goyle and Crabbe were surrounding her.

"Well, well what do we have here?" Malfoy sneered.

Hermione tried to stand up and struggle out of Flints grip. It was no use and she only ended up rubbing against him.

"She's quite fiesty isn't she, Malfoy?"

"Yes, it looks that way. Flint, how does she feel to you?"

"Arse is nice and tight, from the outside, give me a few minutes and I can tell you how it feels from the inside." The boy holding her leered out. It was then that Hermione could feel the hard bulge digging into her backside. This was revolting and she needed to get out of there. It wouldn't help her to scream because everyone was in the Great Hall having breakfast and it was too far away. 'Wait a minute, they're talking, what are they saying?' Hermione snapped her head up and listened intently to the conversation that seemed to be going about her, but that she was not allowed to participate in.

"I say that Zabini gets that sweet mouth of hers, I get this nice tight arse," Flint emphasized his point by grabbing her arse and squeezing. "And Lucius, you can have the honours of her cunt."

Hermione started panicking.

"What do we get?" The question came from Goyle, with Crabbe nodding in agreement.

"You get to watch for anyone coming and warn us if they do, but this time, give us plenty of warning. Now go!" The two ran off in opposite directions as soon as Malfoy had issued the command.

"It's just us now, sweetheart. I think it's time to have some fun."

"Touch me and die you arrogant inbred prick!" Hermione leveled her gaze at Malfoy. She felt the person behind her jerk slightly when she said this, but the grip remained firm.

"You know I like a woman with a bit of spirit. It makes their domination that much more victorious. Zabini, get her wand, we don't want any accidents." Zabini reached in her pockets and felt around for her wand.

Malfoy was holding his wand out and with a flick, all of her clothes were gone.

"You won't mind if we forget all that foreplay nonsense, won't you, we are after all on a time constraint. In fact, I think we should all just have at her at once, save time and all." The other two nodded happily.

Flint pushed her to the ground and and all three quickly dropped their pants.

"She looks even better than I could've ever imagined." Both Malfoy and Zabini agreed. They knew she was very pretty, but naked, she was gorgeous.

"Hey, she's got a tattoo!" Zabini pointed out. It was then that Hermione remembered her third tattoo and her jewelery. Gaining confidence, she stood up and faced the three.

"Who told you to stand up, we're not done with you yet."

"I want to show you my other tattoos, though." Hermione put a seductive look on her face and pouted her lips. Malfoy looked mildly interested for a second, then his sneer was back in place. Zabini was too busy looking at her breasts to pay attention to anything else and Flint was still trying to rub her arse.

"My first one is on my back and it is a wolf, the second one is on my ankle and it is a phoenix and my last one is, " Hermione had been showing each of her tattoos as she said them and all three looked annoyed. The last one, she laid on the floor and spread her legs apart, completely exposing herself to the three of them. They were all sporting very hard erections at this time and she careful pointed to the tattoo on her inner thigh. "My third one is a skull and snake."

At this explanation, Malfoy's head snapped to the tattoo and he visibly paled.

"You can't have that tattoo, only certain people are allowed to have it."

"Oh really? Well, who is allowed to have it?"

By this time Flint and Zabini had recognized the tattoo and it's meaning, but not it's significance.

"I will make sure he finds out about this and I can promise you will not live very much longer once he finds out you marked yourself as one of his." Malfoy spat.

"Oh, go right ahead and while your at it, tell him about this little episode. I am sure he will find it very amusing that the three of you dominated poor little me! Please give him this, so he will know you are telling the truth." Hermione took the ring off of her finger and handed it to Zabini, who looked at it and threw it to Flint like it was on fire. Flint looked at him strangely and then looked down in his hand. He turned frightened eyes to Malfoy, who rolled his eyes at the other two.

"It is just a silly piece of jewelery, give it here." Fint quickly handed the ring to Malfoy and stepped back and grabbed his pants to put them on. Zabini already had his pants on and was watching Malfoy nervously.

Malfoy recognized the ring immediately. There was no way she was given this ring. He didn't know how, but she had stolen it. He would take her to the Dark Lord and then have Him give Hermione to him as a reward. It would be so much sweeter that way.

"This was obviously stolen. We will bring her before the Dark Lord and he can punish her as he sees fit. Lets go." Malfoy twirled around in a flurry of black and the other two grabbed Hermione by her arms and frog marched her to the dungeons.

"Don't you think you should cover me up before someone sees and gets suspicious?"

"No one will see you, at least from this school. Now shut up."

"I don't have to do what you tell me." Hermione dug her heels into the ground and crossed her arms.

Malfoy spun around and slapped her full on the face. She felt the hot sting of the slap and after a minute she could taste copper in her mouth. She lifted a hand to her mouth and pulled it away. Her fingers had blood on them. She was furious.

"You made me bleed! How dare you!"

"Talk again and I will do worse."

"I will not be told what to do."

Before Hermione could blink Malfoy had turned towards her and back handed her across the face. She felt his ring rip open her cheek and it was confirmed when she felt the hot liquid running down the side of her face.

"Shite, Malfoy, try and keep her alive for the Dark Lord." Zabini looked shocked. By this time they had reached the Slytherin common room and still had not seen anyone. The stepped into the floo and were wisked away.

Landing on her hands and knees, Hermione was roughly jerked up and dragged along by her hair. She couldn't put her head up all the way, whoever was dragging her by her hair held her head down. She could see several feet as they walked the corridor, the feet were following them. They entered into a room and she was roughly pushed to the floor.

"Kneel in respect. My Lord, I have brought you a present. She claims to be a follower and even marked herself where no one else is allowed to mark but you; she has even stolen from you."

"I allow a few of my followers to mark others, what is the problem?"

"She is marked where only you are allowed to mark a very special follower."

"She does look very nice, from what I can see. If she pleases me, what will your reward be?"

"I don't ask for anything but your happiness, My Lord."

"Surely, Malfoy, you have one request."

"I only ask for your leftovers." Malfoy had remained bowed this whole time and at the end statement looked at Voldemort.

Voldemort was sitting on his throne and gazing at the female in front of him. From what he could see of her, she was very gorgeous. She reminded him of his Hermione. He had already agreed not to touch her in that way yet. He had to make sure it was the right time and it was going to be perfect. This female would slake his lust for a little while, then he would kill her.

"If she pleases me, you can have her, if there is anything left." Voldemort cackled out. It was a known fact among his followers that Voldemort had an insatiable sexual appetite and was actually a very skilled lover. All who left his bed alive came back for more, even begged for more.

"Let me see your face." Hermione kept her head down.

"I said, let me see your face." Still no reply.

Malfoy leaned over and grabbed Hermione's face roughly in his hands and yanked her head upwards to face Voldemort.

Everyone in the room heard Voldemort gasp and a few in the room that had been at the initiation and second meeting all took a step back. All three younger men noticed this and looked around the room curiously. Voldemort came off of his throne and rushed to the girl on the floor. He looked into her eyes and his face contorted with rage. Everyone in the room knew he was performing Legilimens on the girl. Malfoy smirked. He was thinking of all of the things that the Dark Lord was finding out in her mind. He had really outdone himself this time.