LLL- OH MY GOSH! It's been so long, but school has been killing me. I'm only fifteen, people. Anyway, I miss this story and I hope ya'll haven't lost interest after the month and a half that I haven't updated. Enjoy, wow, I miss typing that.

*Hermione's POV*

He took me. All of me. He was gentle through the pain and intense with the pleasure. He was my first and he did me like I was his last. We lay in the bed, his arms around me and our bare bodies pressed together. I kiss his hand and he kisses my neck.

"I love you," he whispers.

"I love you too and I love lying with you, but shouldn't we get cleaned up?"

"You're right, like always." He stands and I stare at his naked body. "Enjoying the view?" he asks, lending me his hand to get out of the bed. He holds me as we walk into his lavatory.

*Victoria's POV*

My dad and I apparate into the dark room. Clothes are on the floor and the bed is messed up, very messed up.

"Disgusting. Smells like mudblood mating."

"Silence," I demand.

"You demanded I come here," he hisses, "now tell me why we have come."

"Severus is guiding her away from us. We need her."

"Hell forbids you're talking about that mudblood. Deatheaters have nothing to do with those creatures."

"That mudblood will lead me to ruling the entire wizard world and soon, even humans will know of my existence."

He grunts. The shower cuts on the other side of the closed door. 'Even though my father is impatient and annoying, he's right... It smells horribly of sex in this room.' I hold back the nausea in my stomach from the thought and continue looking around. I need something that will benefit the Sirians and Granger. Everything is completely useless.

Then I see a small handbag next to the bed. I take it upon myself to scavenger through it. It's five times heavier than it appears, with textbooks and clothes. I come across another quill, maybe the fifth one, but this one is different from the others. The feathers are stripped with gold and there is a small ruby just above the tip.

"It's been a while since I've seen one of these things." I place my finger over the ruby, drawing out blood and taste it. "It's Severus's for Hermione." I look at my father. 'I think we've found what we are looking for." He nods, not really caring and we disapparate out of the room.

We are back in the Malfoy manor. I sit at the front of the long table.

"So what did you get?" My father asks.

"A bounded quill. Severus's to be exact and I think it can be used to our advantage, we just need to plan things out precisely."

"What is so special about this mudblood?"

"She's smart. Too smart. She tries so hard to see things logically that she over thinks them. She has black magic inside of her and I know the first thing to go through her mind will be to control it, but that's not possible. You can't control black magic. It controls you. The holder has to one with its magic, not the leader, but it will take her too long to figure that out. Her power is large, she has even touched the depths of hell."

"And you're proud of this? May I remind you that she isn't on our side."

"Yet..." I hold the quill up and look into it. The ruby sparkles with his blood. "Draco!" I call. He comes into the room.

"Yes my lord."

"I need you to do me a favor. How do you feel about returning to Hogwarts?"

"I feel like my life will end for I hit the gates."

"Good, then you know how cautious you'll have to be when you return."

"What for, if I may ask."

"Because I trust you can get this done easier than anyone else, not to mention you know the school."

"What am I doing?"

"You're leading Granger away from everyone."

*Hermione's POV*

I'm still a little tender, but I walk normal, with difficulty. Ron and Harry are at breakfast waiting for me. I feel strange. Slightly lazy. Maybe it's a post sex thing. I might get over it.

"Hey Hermione," Ron says. "You've been disappearing a lot lately."

"Yeah," I nod. The two guys look me up and down, then at the scar on my arm. It appears to be gaining detail. Either that or it's infected.

"How've you been feeling?"

"OK I guess. Why do you ask?"

"You don't look like yourself."

"What do you mean by that?"

"You look like you haven't slept in days and your skin is pale," Harry states.

"Well I'm fine. I've been sleeping fine. I've been eating fine. Nothing is wrong with me."

"When was the last time you looked in the mirror?" Ron blurts. "Everything is wrong with you." I gasp, astonished at his comment and storm off.

I can't believe he'd say that. I feel... different, but nothing is wrong. I go up the stairs and head to the fourth level. There is a slight chill in the air and I notice that this corridor is completely vacant, but this uneasiness is uncomfortably familiar. I see something past me in my peripheral vision, but by the time I turn, it's gone. I follow in the direction that I think I saw it and there are spiral stairs. I go up the stairs. It feels like they go on forever and by the time I exit, I have no idea what level I'm on. There is just another empty hallway and in the middle is cloaked person. He walks through a door and I follow. I recognize the look of the door as the room of requirements.

Hesitantly, I walk in, with my senses on guard. It looks like a prison. The man is standing at the very end of the room and I run over to him. The door behind me vanishes and by now, I'm too late to notice that this is a trap.

Draco turns around. "Hello beautiful, long time no fear."

"Cut the crap Malfoy. Every Aura in the wizard world is looking for you and the only place you could think to hide was Hogwarts? Not your best idea."

"Well Granger. I always knew you thought most of my ideas were good. I feel accomplished knowing that you actually admitted it."

"Tell me why you lead me here. Are you planning to rape me or something?"

"No, I've been given orders, but now that you mention it, that doesn't sound like too bad of an idea."

"You lay a finger on me and I'll make you wish your parents were never born."

"Nice threat. So it's true? You are becoming one of us."

"Who is us. I'm not a deatheater."

He walks slowly to me and then around my back. When he circles back around, his eyes are red. "You're a Sirian and a powerful one at that."

"I'm not one of you." He grabs my arm and rubs my scar.

"This is not just an oversized scar. It's your mark. It's our mark. The mark of soul absorbing demons."

"I shouldn't have it. I'm not a deatheater."

"You don't have to be, there's enough darkness in you." I stand up and pin him against the nearest wall.

"You're going to tell me why you lead me into this prison or I will hurt you."

"All I'm going to say is that I wonder how long it will take them to find out that you're missing."

"Malfoy," I growl. He reverses me while my guard is down and holds me against the wall. You've only tasted one soul. Why not have more?"

"I don't want any."

"Have them right now. Sirians can give souls that they have taken to others. I will give you some. You know you loved the one you had and getting this is simple." I don't reply. My mind has been wondering on it's own lately and I can smell the souls Malfoy harvested from where I'm standing. "Souls only travel through the mouth." He eases towards me, the souls getting stronger with every millimeter he advances.

*Snape's POV*

I sit at my desk with a cauldron of pumpkin juice, when Minerva walks in.

"Severus," she says, out of breath. "Hermione is nowhere on the campus."

"That's impossible," I gawk, standing up. "That can't be true. This is a huge campus, they've got to be somewhere." She hands me the map of Hogwarts and Hermione, Know where of the map.

"The schools barriers have been breached."

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