A/N: I would have been done with this earlier, but I got some really good ideas for my One shot story. :) anyway. Hope you enjoy this chapter. Next chapter is all about Dezi! You get to find out who she really is!

Chapter Eleven

Purebloods

Draco and Hermione rampaged through Narcissa's room, each of them trying to find Polyjuice potion or at least the ingredients to make Polyjuice potion. While they searched, one of the house elves showed Maroon where he was going to be staying. As Draco and Hermione searched, Lucius walked in his eyes worried and his face flushed.

"The Dark Lord is coming. You must hurry Draco, she cannot be seen! What are you looking for?" Lucius asked as they started looking faster.

"We need Polyjuice potion. We'll explain later. But if we don't find it soon, Maroon can not be seen. We need to talk father. Close the door and help us." Draco said quickly not even looking up when he spoke. Lucius closed the door and went to a small cabinet next to a small chair and took out a small vial of potion. He handed it to Draco who ran out and down the hall.

"So what is going on?" Lucius asked sitting Hermione down at the mirror.

"Maroon isn't who we thought it was. I didn't even know that this had happened, but Harry and Ron took Polyjuice potion right before we raided your house weeks ago. It was Ron who died, and Harry who escaped. You burned who you thought was Harry, but it was really Ron who you burned. And if the Dark Lord finds out that they now have Harry Potter instead of Ron Weasley, there will be hell to pay." Hermione explained as Lucius stood behind her.

While she had been talking, he had changed her appearance. She now had dirty blonde hair, deep blue eyes and freckles that covered her nose and cheekbones. She looked absolutely adorable. She understood why he had done this. She smiled up at him and he smiled back. It was a genuine smile, the first Hermione had ever seen from Lucius. He was like Draco, a beautiful smile that rarely saw the light of day because of how they were raised.

Hermione thought it a shame that such beautiful smiles had been forced to hide from the world.

She knew why he had changed her appearance. They had talked about this while Draco had been on his mission. The Dark Lord was no longer interested in the information Hermione had, provided that they actually got Maroon. And because they had, Hermione was allowed in public, but only after charming her appearance to appear as a suitable bride for Draco.

Hermione understood what she was supposed to do, how she was supposed to act. While Draco had been away, Narcissa had trained her well. It was like the current Mrs. Malfoy had been training Hermione to replace herself at the head of the house. It was a little unnerving, how they all thought that she was good enough for their son and she and Draco hadn't even established what they were to each other yet.

But Hermione knew not to complain. She was being extended many generosities and she didn't want to ruin this. She liked Draco, he was kind and sweet and truly a good person. She had gotten to know him and was happy to find that he was much more than she thought he was.

Hermione smiled once more at Lucius before making her way over to the closet that Narcissa had told her had every outfit she could imagine. Narcissa glided into the room, and wrapped her arms her husband before realizing they weren't alone. She looked at Hermione and smiled.

"My dear you don't look like yourself. But I have news. Whether it is good or not is up to you to decide, but we are having a victory ball. We have caught the leader of the Rebellion and the Dark Lord says it is time we have a celebration. It will be your debut as Draco's betrothed. I am sorry that it is so quick, but the Dark Lord gets nervous. He wants another generation well on its way before too long." At this Narcissa looked sad.

"Don't worry, Narcissa. He'll get a next generation, but they won't be the followers he wants. They'll be the spies and traitors that we are. That you are. They'll fight for what's right instead of what they grew up thinking. You won't have to worry." Hermione said placing a hand on Narcissa's shoulder. "Plus, I doubt that me and Draco are anywhere close to reproducing."

"I wouldn't worry about that. I would worry about what he will do if we don't. A ball? Mother, we are in the middle of the war, is it really necessary to have a ball?" Draco asked walking into the room. He walked over to Hermione's side, standing very close to her.

"It was not my decision, I assure you. The Dark Lord suggested it. I had to agree, as you can imagine. And how is Maroon? And where might I ask?" Narcissa replied, looking over her son.

"He's fine. I got him the potion and thanks to your fabulous potion making, mother, he will last like that for three hours before he must drink again. I told a house elf that he must give Maroon the drink every three hours. So that we won't have to worry about it."

"Potion? What on earth are you talking about, dear boy?" Narcissa asked looking quite worried.

"It seems Maroon was not necessarily who we thought he was. When Hermione raided our house along with Potter and Weasley, apparently Potter and Weasley had both taken Polyjuice potions to appear as the other person. It was for Harry's protection I'm sure. And of course, he's been drinking a potion nearly every hour on the hour for the last few weeks so that no one will know what happened. However, when we captured him he had only grabbed the vial of hairs instead of the potion has well. He has enough to last him for at least another three months. But if a trial by the Dark Lord lasts longer than that, we might have a problem. It is unfortunate, but true." Draco explained, as Hermione went to go to find something to wear.

"Oh dear. That is a problem. And we have burned poor Ronald's body. His mother must be worried sick. Does his mother know that her son is not alive? Oh, where is Maroon dear? I feel the need to talk with him. He has no family, and he is all alone in this world. He must be so distraught." She said worrying. Mother's tend to worry like this when they have come close to losing their own child. They worry about others' children as well.

"Stop you're worrying mother. He is down in the dungeons, and will be fine. The Dark Lord is almost here and will see him immediately. The only problem we have is if the Dark Lord interrogates him too long and we are unable to give him his potion and he changes in front of too many people. Though I think I have a plan." Draco said, his eyes looking around for Hermione.

He had realized that she was missing and wanted to know where she was. But he didn't have to look long. She came out of the bathroom, changed into new clothes that were absolutely exquisite on her. Draco had never really noticed the new additions to her appearance, but now he noticed them and she looked absolutely beautiful.

She smiled shyly as she saw him staring at her and felt nervous that she didn't look right or something.

"Dear, you look absolutely amazing. If I didn't know any better I would think that you were a pureblood witch down to the beginning of time." Narcissa said grabbing a hold of Hermione's hands and spinning her round. She smiled and for a minute, Hermione was surrounded by the dazzling glory of all the Malfoy's smiling. They were all true, genuine smiles, and all were absolutely gorgeous. Hermione couldn't believe that she was getting married into this family.

"Alright, let's go downstairs and greet the Dark Lord. He will notice something if we are all not there to welcome him in. That includes you, Hermione. We should come up with a better name for you." Lucius said and as they walked out of the room they all contemplated names that would be good enough.

"It needs to be something beautiful, and absolutely perfect for her." Draco said clarifying what they were trying to come up with.

"Natalya." Narcissa suggested.

"Lorena." Lucius suggested.

"Aria." Draco suggested. That seemed to be the favorite. It went best with the way Hermione was when she acted Pureblood. Everything seemed to flow with her and when she talked it was this beautiful mixture of notes that no one imagined would go together. Aria was perfect.

By that time they were about to descend upon the ground level of the house. They knew that there was a large party of Death Eaters waiting for them down there, and the Dark Lord himself was there. They arranged themselves accordingly and began to descend the stairs. It was like a family of swans. They all stood up straighter and adopted austere expressions.

By the time 'Aria' touched down on the ground level, everyone was looking at her and Draco. No one had seen her before and many were looking at her with curiosity. Hermione smiled, but never looked at any of them for more than a second at a time. She wasn't going to act afraid, not now when it really mattered.

"And who do we have here?" The voice sent chills down Hermione's spine. He always freaked her out and now she was about to get closer to him than she ever wanted to be.

"This is Aria. She is Draco's betrothed. They have known each other for some years and have decided to marry." Lucius said from the Dark Lord's side. He seemed to smile at Hermione, but could that really qualify for a smile? Hermione tried her hardest not to look disgusted when she looked at him. She donned a haughty look when she looked at him hoping that would qualify herself. He seemed to smile larger. He was checking her out! That was seriously messed up. Hermione tightened her grip on Draco's arm discreetly, restraining herself from reaching out and hitting the Dark Lord.

"She is perfect. Well done, Draco. She will bear many sons for the future world." He said before walking off. Hermione didn't relax until he was gone with all the other Death Eaters. When it was just her and Draco she released her grip on his arm and took a deep breath.

"You're alright. He's gone. Now he probably won't give you a second glance until you're pregnant. Which won't be any time soon if I can manage. I want to do this right. And I want you to want to be with me before we go and get married, or having children. I understand if you don't even want to do that." Draco said hanging his head.

Hermione lifted his chin up and smiled at him.

"We are still working on it, but don't count yourself out just yet. There's hope for you yet." She said before walking back upstairs.

"Where are you going?" Draco asked.

"I am going to go relax in the library. I can't take watching Harry being tortured. Even if he his disguised as Ron it won't make it any better. Or maybe I'll talk to Dezi. We haven't talked in a while." Hermione said before smiling sweetly and Draco and walking away. Draco was blown away. How had he gotten such a beautiful girl like her?

Oh right, they were forced together. Dezi looked too much like... Draco took one last look upstairs before walking away into the room where the Death Eaters had gone. He was about to go watch Harry Potter being tortured, while the love of his life would be crying within minutes. No matter where you are in this house, you hear the screams, he learned that the hard way.

He remembered Hermione's first night here, how he had to cast a silencing spell on himself, so no one would hear his screams of agony, as he listened to hers. He had locked his door with every spell he knew so that no one would walk in on him crying and writhing in pain as he heard her screaming. And he had been forced to look at her after all that had happened. He had been forced to take care of her after. He felt her wrath, when he was the one who felt as much pain as she had. It was torture to him. More torturous than anything he had felt.