New World Order
A Dramione FanFiction
Chapter Two
Hermione sat down at the opposite end of the long dining table.
"You will have to change." Murmured Draco.
"I beg your pardon, I couldn't hear you." Called Hermione, a slight annoyance in her tone. She hated this table. It was ridiculously long.
"I said, "You'll have to change!"" Shouted Malfoy. Hermione rolled her eyes and stood up suddenly from the table, picking up her plate.
"Wh-what are you doing?" Stammered Draco. Hermione walked towards the chair beside Draco and threw down her plate, sitting beside him.
"I hate you shouting at me." She sighed. Draco filled his mouth with mashed potato.
"I'm supposed to shout at you, you're my slave."
Hermione lulled her head back in exasperation.
"So, why do I have to change?" She asked, deciding to change the topic.
"Well, as charming as you look in Slytherin green (it was here that Draco paused to smirk at Hermione), I'll need you in black. We have been summoned to the Dark Lord's."
A slight shiver ran down Hermione's spine. Even with all her Gryffindor courage she still felt fear to be in the presence of Voldemort. After all, if he wanted to he could kill her with a mere flick of his wand.
At least Ginny would be there. Hermione picked over the remainder of her tea, her appetite suddenly gone.
"I am finished. May I leave to change?" She asked. Draco looked up, eying her for a second.
"No. You can wait til I am finished."
"You utter –"
"Uh, uh, uh. Be careful what you say." Draco warned.
Hermione took a deep breath and bit her tongue, waiting impatiently for Draco.
With a last satisfying smack of his lips Draco sat back in his chair. He glanced at Hermione.
"I suppose you may go now." He said, excusing her with a wave of his hand.
"Thank you." Hermione muttered, pushing in her chair.
"Thank you what?"
"Thank you Master." Hermione hissed and left the room.
Draco let out a chuckle at Hermione's huff before leaving the room as well.
"Oh Dear Wizarding God Granger, do you ever stop twitching?" asked Draco in a hushed voice.
"I can't help it." Hermione whispered back.
Before Draco had a chance to reply, Voldemort came storming into the room, his robes billowing behind him. He surveyed the people he had gathered there. Inside this room were some of the most powerful people in today's wizarding world. To his left sat his right hand man Severus Snape, to his left Lucius Malfoy. Of course what was left of his Death Eaters then fell into place as ranked. Their slave of choice by their side. Voldemort's eyes flicked over Draco and his mistresses plunging neckline. Hermione dropped her gaze to the table; Draco looked forward, focusing on the chair opposite him. Her hand instinctively reached for Draco's under the table. He squeezed it tight, hoping and praying that Voldemort would just sit down and get to business. For Draco, he was merely following in his father's footsteps. He had known this all his life. However, that did not make him any less fearful of his evil master.
"Draco!" Called the Dark Lord. Draco jumped to attention, focusing his eyes on Voldemort's contorted face.
"Yes my Dark Lord?" He asked, his voice shaking.
"How long have you had this servant?
"Uh, si-six months my Lord."
Voldemort took a few steps closer and grabbed Hermione's face, inspecting her. Her grasp lost from Draco's.
"And is she loyal?"
"V-very much so My Lord."
"Hardworking?"
Draco nodded, not wanting the Dark Lord to hear his voice break.
"Hmmmm… If you should ever be rid of her, I would be happy to take her off your hands." Voldemort said with a smile, letting go of Hermione's face. Hermione exhaled shakily, as Voldemort took his place at the head of the long table. She took this moment to examine the room they were in. It was part of Snape's lodgings. It was a dark stone room, with a large roaring fire and wooden chandelier. Everyone from the Gentlemen's club (minus Ron) was present at the long mahogany table which sat in the centre of the room. Large empty high backed seats were left where important Death Eaters had fallen. There was a surprising amount. Voldemort began to speak, making Hermione jump.
"Now, I am sure all of you are wondering why I have called you here when we could be making merry."
No one dared to make a noise.
"I have come up with a plan to get rid of those awful beggars outside the ministry. They foul up my vision."
Everyone nodded, Hermione included.
"So, we shall create the Muggle Born Registration Board."
All who were sat at the table oohed and aahed at their Master's cleverness. He smiled accordingly.
"This will be a program set up where all those filthy mudbloods will be able to register with us to get their memory wiped and be re-introduced to the muggle world where they belong. This is only available to Mudbloods not in servitude. Zabini, Malfoy, you shall be in charge of this. I will set up an office for you at the ministry. Feel free to employ whomever you need."
Both Blaise and Draco nodded sternly, taking their responsibility seriously. Hermione had turned a whiter shade of pale. She wasn't sure if this was a good thing of a bad thing. On the one hand it was a way out for these poor people, on the other they would loose all their precious memories.
Hermione did not here another single word that was said until Voldemort uttered "dismissed". Everyone stood up and looked around like they had been stupefied after the Dark Lord dissaperated.
"Let's go." Muttered Draco.
"You're not going to go to the Gentlemen's Club?" Asked Hermione.
"No. I am not in the mood." Replied Draco darkly before taking her hand and dissaperating them back to his town house. She didn't even get to say hello to Ginny.
The minute the arrived back Draco went and poured himself a drink.
"Go wait for me upstairs." He said gruffly, taking a large gulp of firewhiskey.
Hermione nodded and ascended the stairs. Hermione headed to her room to change out of her dress. She quickly dropped it to the floor and covered herself with a black silk robe that matched with her corset and underwear. She went about her usual night routine, fixing her make-up and hair, making sure everything was immaculate. Finally, she squirted herself with Draco's favourite perfume before heading towards the master bedroom. She was so used to this routine she could perform it in under ten minutes. She sat down on the bed and waited for Draco to arrive.
She didn't have to wait long. Draco entered the room with his usual stride, his tumbler of firewhiskey in his hand. He eyed Hermione.
"Take off the gown." He muttered to her. Hermione did as he bade, Draco's eyes never leaving her.
"Lay down on the bed."
"How original." Hermione murmured under her breath.
"You know, you're much more attractive with your mouth shut."
"You're just so charming Draco I can't help myself." Hermione responded with her acid tongue. Within an instant Draco had pounced on her, his weight holding her down.
"Do you have any idea what I have done for you? I could have left you to rot in the gutter with your kin. Instead I payed for you, took you, gave you a home, food, clean clothes. You lead a very good life for a Mudblood." Draco spat.
Tears began to well in her eyes.
"Do you think I like this life? I could have married a Greengrass, taken the east way out. But no, I took on you instead because I couldn't stand to see someone as smart as you become rancid like the rest of your race. So how about you shut the fuck up and be grateful for once."
Tears rolled down Hermione's cheeks. Draco got up off her and began to pace the room. Hermione sat up and tried to dry her tears, but they wouldn't seem to stop.
"Cover yourself up." Draco sighed, sitting down in the large lounge chair that sat opposite the fire. Hermione did as he told and made to leave.
"I never said you could go." He said firmly. Hermione turned to him in shock, unsure why he would still want her there. Draco held the palms of his hands to his head, wiping his forehead in exasperation.
"I- I mean… you don't have to leave if you don't want to."
Hermione stood stock still in front of the door, not sure of what to do. Sensing that she would get in trouble if she left she sat down on the floor opposite Draco.
"Would you do it?" he asked, looking down on her.
"Do what?"
"Would you register to leave if you could?" He asked. Hermione raised her eyebrows in surprise. Draco had never asked her opinion of anything.
"I, uh, I'm not sure. If I wasn't in the position I was in I guess I would. On the other hand, that would mean I would loose all my memories of this world, of Hogwarts, of my friends, of Harry." She fell silent for a second, dropping her gaze to the floor, "I just don't think I could do it."
She looked back up at Draco, who for a second looked upon her with pity.
"You are dismissed for the night." He whispered. Hermione stood up and did a quick curtsey before leaving the room.
Draco quickly stripped and got into bed, his head swirling with the thoughts of this Muggle Born Registration Board, thankful that he was not in the position they were.