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A/N: I hope you like this chapter, it's longer than the others! Thank you to anyone reading this! Thank you to claireedman who faved this, Lity and Maiden of Vampires for reviewing, and cares 1970 for following, your support means a lot to me! I had this posted briefly as it's own story by mistake, so I had to re-write it, sooo yeah, I hope you like it!
When Hermione awoke the next morning, she was exhausted, but also satisfied and happier than she had been in a long time. She quickly got dressed in her school uniform and put on Tom's cloak over it, clasping the sliver serpent cloak clasp before quickly brushing through her hair and heading downstairs into the common room. She quickly spotted Harry and Ron.
"Hey 'Mione!" Ron called, motioning for her to join him and Harry. Hermione felt a small pang of guilt at seeing her friends, but shook it off. She knew what she wanted, and they couldn't giver her that. She walked over to them, a new bounce to her step.
"There's something different about you," Harry said and Hermione had to resist rolling her eyes and retorting 'Well duh, I shagged Voldemort last night then joined his side as. . .his girlfriend? So there might be something a little different about me', but she didn't.
"And what exactly would that be?" she asked instead.
"Your eye, they're. . . .different. . .and your hair. . ." Harry trailed off. Hermione pulled her wand out of her robes and preformed a quick mirror charm.
I've changed. Hermione looked at heeself closely, trying to find every difference in her features, no matter how small. Her eyes now had a red tint to them, especially in the light, and were slightly more serpentine looking than usual. Her hair was probably the most obvious difference for there was now a black streak through the left side, it was about an inch long and went all the way down. Fuck. What is Dumbledore notices? He's going to notice, I just know it. I am so dead!
"That's weird," Hermione said simply. Ron and Harry exchanged glances but didn't say anything as they walked out of the common room and down the halls towards the Great Hall.
As Hermione walked down the halls in between Harry and Ron she got some strange glances from other students but she couldn't care less. She was much more worried about facing the teachers. Suddenly Harry stopped in his tracks.
"Hermione, I need to talk to you alone for a minute," he said, a weird, almost fearful expression overcoming his face.
"After-" Hermione began but Harry cut her off.
"Now Hermione," he said firmly and she just nodded, deciding it was best to get his questions over with anyway.
"Whatever you want, Ron save us seats," Hermione said before following Harry to one of the benches outside the Great Hall. Harry sat down first before she sat down beside him.
"What do you need to talk to me about, Potter?" Hermione asked, though she knew very well what he wanted to speak with her about.
"I've seen what'e happening to you before, in a memory," he said. Now she definitely knew what he wanted to talk to her about.
"Is that so? Because I don't think that anything is happening to me," Hermione said.
"Hermione, that happened to Voldemort, he changed like that. Hermione, I don't know how this is happening, why, or hwy so fast. You need to speak with Dumbledore," Harry said. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Nothing is happening to me Harry, now if you will excuse me I am going to breakfast now," Hermione said standing up and walking into the Gread Hall and over to the Gryffindor table, Harry trailing behind her.
As soon as she entered the Great Hall she received stares for several students, but she ignored them, glancing up at the head table. Her eyes met briefly with Dumbledore's then quickly looked away, sitting down beside Ron and across from Parvarti and Lavender.
"I like your hair, Hermione," Parvarti complimented.
"Thanks," Hermione said before taking a bite of her toast.
"Uh. . .are your eyes okay?" Lavender asked.
"Never better," Hermione replied before quickly finishing her meal in silence ans standing up, grabbing her bag and beginning to walk towards the exit of the Great Hall when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned quickly to meet the twinkling eyes of Dumbledore. He's my enemy now. But he's Dumbeldore. But you are loyal to Tom, plus Dumbledore was never serious enough about anything important anyway.
"Professor," she drawled with a slight smirk.
"Miss Granger, I would like to speak with you in my office," Dumbledore said. Harry must have sneaked away when I was talking to Parvarti and Lavender and told him. Bloody git! Now I've got to deal with this!
"And what if I don't want to?" Hermione asked.
"I am afraid that you have no choice, you see what we must discuss is of great importance," Dumbledore said.
"Whatever," Hermione relented and followed Dumbledore down the halls and up the stairs to the gargoyle guarding his office. He leaned in and whispered the password in it's ear and it hopped to the side, revealing the moving staircase that Dumbledore and Hermione rode up to his large circular office. Hermione sat in the chair across from Dumbledore's.
"What would you like to speak with me about?" Hermione asked, though for the second time that day she already knew.
"Mr. Potter has informed me that your appearance has changed to that much like out favorite Dark Lord," You have no idea. "do you have any idea why?"
"No sir," Hermione said.
"I advise you not to lie, I am trying to help you," Dumbledore said.
"I'm not lying! And you're treating me like I'm a mental patient!" Hermione snapped, glaring at her headmaster. Dumbledore held her in his piercing gaze for a few moments before speaking.
"You are dismissed," he said, his eyes not twinkling like they usual.
Hermione sat on the bench next to Tom, as he ranted on and on about how angry he was about some Death Eater that he had recently killed.
"So when am I going to get the dark mark?" Hermione asked, trying to change the subjest from the deceased Death Eater.
"Whenever you like," Tom said.
"Now," Hermione said confidently.
"It will hurt," Tom warned, pulling his wand out of his dark blue robes.
"No," Hermione said, sarcasm dripping from the word. Tom smirked at her before taking her left arm in his hand and pulling up the sleeve of her robes and turning her arm so the underside was facing upwards.
"Ready?" He asked and she nodded. He pressed his wand gently to her skin and she bit her lip to stop herself from making any kind of noise as a horrible burning sensation filled her lower arm and the mark began to take shape on her arm. Tom held his wand in place for thirty more awful seconds, before pulling it away, the pain leaving with it.
"Thank you," Hermione said before pulling Tom into a tight embrace. He stiffened at first, but soon relaxed in her arms and hugged her back.
"You know that only one more person ever thanked me for giving them the dark mark with real sincerity?" Tom asked. Hermione pulled back looking into his eyes.
"Who was the other person?" she asked curiously.
"Bellatrix," Tom replied.
"I hate that bitch," Hermione muttered. Tom chuckled for the first time since she had met him and she smiled, realizing that she loved his laugh.
"Meet me here at mid-night tomorrow?" Hermione asked hopefully.
"Of course," Tom said smiling at her, a real smile, she loved those. Then he pulled his broom out of his robes, enlarged it, climbed on and flew away into the afternoon clouds.
When Hermione entered the common room she spotted Harry and Ron sitting in their usual chairs and she walked over and sat down with them. Ron flinched when he saw her face and she rolled her eyes.
"Get over it Weasley," she said.
"Why weren't you in Charms?" Harry asked.
"The question is why were you," Hermione said smirking. Ron cracked a grin, but Harry'f face remained the same.
"No really, why weren't you? Flitwick was asking about you and we had to say that you were sick," Harry said.
"You don't need to cover for me Potter, I skipped Charms because I felt like it," Hermione said, "I can deal with things on my own, the worst that's could happen is detention," Hermione said.
"Yeah, but you never skip classes," Ron said. Hermione knew that was true, she never skipped classes on purpose, unless it was for one of her, Harry, and Ron's escapades, but those didn't count.
"Never say never, Weasley," Hermione said.
"We have first names, you know, if you ever feel like using them again," Harry said.
"I only call people that actually matter by their given names," Hermione said, playing absentmindedly with the black streak in her hair.
"If us just being your friends isn't enough, then I'm the 'Chosen One' and going to defeat Voldemort and Ron's going to be at my side," Harry said looking hurt, Ron's expression mirroring his.
"'There is no 'dark magic' only magic and those who fear it'," Hermione said quietly before standing up and walking quickly up to her dorm.
Hermione lay on her bed, she knew that she shouldn't have told her friends that they didn't matter to her, but she felt herself loving the other side more and more with every minute. She knew that soon they would find out, and there was nothing that she could do about it except to try to hold that moment off for as long as possible.
A/N: Thank you for reading! This was a longer chapter, still not as long as I think they should be, but not too short! I hope you enjoyed it! Please review! ! ! ! XD (-=
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