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Hello people who are still reading this! (If any at all!) I can only apologise no end for the ridiculous time it has taken for me to update. Unfortunately real life catches up sometimes and as much as I wish I could laze around in bed all day eating chocolate and writing fanfiction I can't. I've finally finished university for the year, so hopefully I will be able to update more frequently!

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New World Order

A Dramione FanFiction

Chapter Eleven

A servant opened the door to Snape's mansion. Draco took a step over the threshold. He turned to Hermione who was hovering behind him. Draco held out his hand.

"It's going to be ok." He said quietly to reassure her. She took his hand and smiled a nervous smile. Draco pulled her tight and pressed his lips to her temple.

"No one is going to hurt you. Not while I'm around."

United, they both followed the manservant through the lobby to the main ballroom. The servant opened the door and a loud fanfare sounded.

"Announcing Master Malfoy and Mistress Granger."

Hermione curtsied low, bowing her head, a few loose curls falling down her neck.

"Cor Granger! You've got a fantastic set!" Theo called out from across the room.

"Theodore, must you ruin everything?" Lucius reprimanded him.

"I call it like I see it Lu." Theo slurred, gesturing nonchalantly.

Draco squeezed Hermione's hand tight before letting it go. Instinctively Hermione walked towards the drinks cabinet to get Draco a firewhiskey. She surveyed the room. It was full of very important people. Everyone from the Gentlemen's club was there, but there were also people from the ministry and most of the Death Eaters. Anyone who was anyone was there. Hermione picked up Draco's glass and turned to walk away when she ran into Blaise.

"I'm, I'm terribly sorry." She muttered, keeping her eyes on the floor. She made to move past him, but he stopped her.

"I –uh…" Blaise stuttered. Hermione raised her eyes to meet his gaze.

"Are you ok?" She asked.

"Is she ok?" He whispered. Hermione looked at him confused.

"Is who ok?" She asked, following his lowered tone.

"Ginny. Is Ginny ok?"

"Oh!" Hermione said surprised, her eyebrows raised, "I, um, I assume that she is."

"Oh, um, good. Good." Blaise replied, lowering his nodding head.

"Are you ok?"

Blaise met her gaze. The look on his face almost broke Hermione's heart. He took a deep breath and rearranged his features.

"Of course I am." He replied in a more reassured tone. Hermione nodded.

"Of course." She repeated softly and began to walk away.

"Granger!" He called. She turned. "If you, uh, if you hear from her, tell her…"

Hermione cut him off.

"I'll tell her Mr Zabini."

He smiled.

"Cheers Hermione."

Hermione surveyed the room as Draco made small talk with Theodore, Blaise and Lucius. Snape really did have a nice place. It was grand, but not over the top. In fact, one could almost say it was like the Malfoy's manor, except… what was the word? Warmer. I guess deep down Snape would never truly be a Death Eater. If only Voldemort knew what he had done. What he had sacrificed.

Hermione was pulled from her stupor by hearing her name.

"So, why haven't you been in contact? We've been missing you and Miss Granger." Slurred Theo.

A classic case of Cocktail Party Effect. Being talked about, not to.

"I wasn't aware I was being missed." Draco mused.

"Well… You are." Theo pouted like a school boy.

"Yes Draco, you have been very anti social of late." Drawled his father.

"Well, I've been very busy with work and whatnot."

"Pffffffffffft… Whatever Draco." Slurred Theo, "You've been all loved up with your whore."

Draco's eyes widened in shock.

"I beg your pardon?"

Before Theodore had a chance to retaliate the large ornate wooden doors to the ballroom opened. The servant that announced Draco and Hermione earlier entered.

"Announcing Lord Severus Snape, your host for this evening."

Everyone stood up and applauded as Snape entered, his long billowing robes swirling around him. He stood and accepted the applause with a smug look upon his face.

"Thank you, thank you." He smirked, gesturing with his hands for them to stop. Hermione rolled her eyes. Draco nudged her softly with his elbow. They had to be on their best behaviour.

"Gentlemen (the women were never addressed), can you believe that it has been a year since we brought reform to Wizarding society? A year since we brought our true lord to his highest standing! A year since we finally defeated that weakling of a boy Harry Potter!"

The crowd went wild. They clapped loudly and stomped their feet. Terms of encouragement were called out across the room.

"We have one man to thank for this!" Snape continued, "Our beloved, most evil nobleman! Lord Voldemort!"

Everyone went insane as Voldemort entered the room. He opened his arms wide, accepting their approval. He smiled wide, his awful pointed teeth on display. Hermione lowered her gaze. She couldn't stand the sight of him. Draco silently grabbed a hold of her hand and squeezed it tight. Voldemort gestured for the crowd to be silent.

"My dear loyal followers!" He cried, "Here we stand today a year on since conquering over good!"

The crowd cheered.

"As you know, I am a man of few words, so I shall only say those that count. We are here because we are superior. We are here because we are powerful. We are here because we fulfilled the prophecy. That snot nosed brat deserved everything he got and so do all his followers."

The crowd cheered again. Voldemort waited for the noise to die down completely.

"Yes," He said in a hushed voice, "the terrible trio was broken. Only one survives and she stands with us now."

It was here that Voldemort gestured towards Hermione. The whole crowd turned to face her, their eyes angry. Hermione could feel the colour drain out of her face. How could she have been so naïve as to think she would escape unnoticed tonight?

"I think it is only fair that I truly commence the party!" Jeered Voldemort, "IMPERIO!"

A long spark of green light burst out the end of Voldemort's wand, hitting Hermione square in the chest. She could feel the control slipping out of her fingers and her mind clouding.

Draco looked on in horror as Hermione began to walk through the crowd towards a large table in the centre of the room.

"What are you going to make her do?" He asked, tying to keep his voice calm.

"I think it's about time this mudblood gave us some entertainment. Don't you?" Voldemort laughed. Draco felt like he was about to vomit. Hermione was standing up on the table, wiggling her hips and gyrating her body.

"Music! Somebody get the girl some music!" Theo yelled across the room. Snape was only too happy to provide. He conjured up an old gramophone and "The Stripper" began to warble out of its tinny speaker. Hermione moved in time to the music, teasing them all as she flung off her large tulle petticoat.

"Stop!" Draco cried, "Stop!" But he couldn't be heard over the jeers from the crowd.

Hermione was now down to her corset and underwear. The corset was already half way off. Draco began to race through the crowd towards Voldemort. Everywhere he went people were in the way. Voldemort was almost within his grasp. The crowd gave out a huge cheer. He turned to look at Hermione who was now completely naked and about to give the men a whole different kind of show.

"STOP IT NOW!" Draco bellowed.

The whole crowd turned and stared. Voldemort stopped and looked at him. His red eyes bore a hole in Draco's soul.

"You do not like what you are seeing?" He asked Draco is a cold whisper.

"No." Draco replied quietly.

"Well how do you like this? CRUCIO!"

Hermione dropped to the table in pain. Her whole body writhing. Her toes curled and she let out an ear piercing screech.

"Ooh, she's a fighter I see. Crucio!"

Hermione let out another blood curdling cry. Draco couldn't stand it anymore. He ran back through the crowd towards her. This time people seemed to move. Voldemort's manic laughter echoed throughout the hall. The crowd seemed to join in as Hermione endured more and more pain. Voldemort raised her from the table and she began to spin like a top. Draco leaped to the table and tried to grab a hold of her. Voldemort shifted her just out of reach.

"Oh do not tell me you have feelings for this mudblood!" Voldemort's voice boomed through the hall. Draco put all his concentration into grabbing Hermione.

"Don't lower your standards boy."

She was so close; Draco's fingers struggled to reach.

"Whose side are you on anyway?"

Draco jumped with all the force he could muster and dissaperated.

With a "pop" they were back home.