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17th march 2014

Chapter 2

The hand quickly retracted from my face, as though I had burnt it. And the light was blocked out by what appeared to be another person. They were draped in dark robes and seemed tall and thin.

"Shit. How'd the mudblood survive?" a screech shattered the silence that had drifted over the room.

Hands roughly drug her from the ground pulling her into a kneeling position. She tried and tried to lift her head but it hung forwards as she had no energy left in her to even lift it. Everything hurt, her arm still stung where the dark mark was now etched into her skin. Forever it would be a badge of dishonour to all those that had no understanding of what had occurred. Fear. Fear is what filled her mind. Not of what was now to be done with her but of what would happen if she manage to return to her friends.

Discussion flowed round the room growing louder and louder. The roar that filled the room burnt her head.

"This had never happened before."

"Abomination"

The confusion and shock that filled the room was probably the only thing that saved her from immediately being Kavada'd.

A slow sly voice creped over the ruckus.

"The only way she could have survived is if her blood is pure and not as filthy as we believed it to be. " Snape spoke calmly and commanded the attention of the room without effort. He moved to Draco's side, who was still kneeling on the floor his eyes not having moved from Hermione. "Maybe a union would be the best way to use Miss Granger." He snidely suggested. " With how long the mark took to complete, she must have very pure blood my Lord" Voldemort swept from his position across the room to glare Snape in the eye. The greasy man stood his ground as the Dark Lord surveyed him.

"Who do you suggest Severus?"

"My lord that is your decision, not mine." Snape said as he bowed away appearing humble.

"Lucius! You owe me something after your failure at the ministry and Draco's failure to kill Dumbldore." He said turning swiftly to face the elder Malfoy who appeared green at the thought "Any how young Mr Malfoy seems rather taken by our mystery girl." A smirk passed so quickly over his face it made you wonder if it had been there at all. "Draco, bring your bride to me."

I felt his arms move around me and he gently picked me up from the kneeling position I was in. Pulling me to my feet, helping me across the room. As I stood the room began to spin and I could feel my heart beating in my head. I fell limply against Malfoy. Words were exchanged around me, I couldn't comprehend what was being said. My arm was pulled forward and a knife run over my skin. Malfoy pressed his lips to the welling of blood on my forearm and I felt a tugging behind my belly button. The process was repeated on Malfoys arm and it was presented to me. I look over into Draco's eyes, he gives me a slight nod and I place my lips to his arm just like he did with me. I can feel the magic moving around me. The air seems alive around us swirling in unending spirals. My dizziness seems to escalate and the darkness closes in around me again.

Hermione clung to Draco like her life depended on it, as her head swam. He pulled her arms around his neck and helped her to turn her back and leave.