Walking into the Great Hall, Hermione stayed with Tom instead of going to sit with Ravenclaw.
"You're sitting with us?" Mulciber asked.
"Yes…." Hermione arched an eyebrow.
Mulciber frowned. "You haven't before."
"Well, no." Hermione grinned. "But Dumbledore and McGonagall think I'm an idiot and a whore, so sitting with my House would negate the idiot part at least."
Rosier glanced at the Head table, and then leaned over and whispered. "You let them call her a whore, Voldemort?"
"For now." Tom murmured.
Laughing, Hermione leaned her head on his shoulder.
"So." Dolohov grinned. "Who's going to take care of them?"
Malfoy sat up straighter.
Lestrange cast a stinging hex at the blonde. "Not you, idiot."
"Radolphus is right." Tom nodded. "Mia's honor was slighted, she'll take care of it."
"And I know just what I'm going to do." Hermione's smile caused a few of her boys to shudder in fear.
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Not a single upper year Slytherin blinked an eye when Hermione stepped through the Common room door and sank onto the couch nearest the fireplace.
"You don't belong here." A young first year boy frowned, pointing at her tie. "You're in Ravenclaw, not Slytherin."
Cantankerus took a step forward and opened his mouth.
Shooting a glare at the Nott boy, before turning back to the first year, Hermione smiled. "What's your name?"
"Mordred Flint." The first year blinked in confusion.
"Mordred." Hermione cocked her head. "Like Arthur and Morgana's son?"
Flint nodded excitedly, none of his friends knew that.
Hermione smirked. "Well, Mordred, my betrothed is a Slytherin; so I belong here just as much as you."
"But you're a mudblood." Mordred's small voice carried throughout the room.
"Call her that again, boy." Dolohov growled, his long strides taking his to his Queen's side in seconds. "And you will never speak again."
Laying a stilling hand on Dolohov's arm, Hermione smiled up at him. "Leave the poor boy alone, Antonin. He didn't mean anything by it. And now you've scarred the poor boy."
Dolohov closed his eyes and leaned down to whisper in her ear. "That had been the idea, my Queen."
"Oh, Queen, I like that." Hermione's eyes sparkled in delight.
"Is Dolohov your betrothed?" Flint asked.
"No!" Dolohov quickly shook his head. That was a good way to get punished. He had watched his Lord teach Malfoy a lesson, after Malfoy commented on Hermione's ass – once.
Flint nodded. "Is it because she's a mudblood?"
"Merlin, no!" Dolohov groaned, scrubbing his face with his hands. If this got back to Voldemort…
"Trying to steal my witch, Dolohov." Tom grinned from where he was leaning against the wall.
All the blood drained from Antonin's face.
Leaning her head back onto the couch, Hermione smiled at Tom. "Sit with me."
Pushing off the wall, the young Dark Lord strode over and sat next to her – so close that there was around her waist and pulled her closer.
Dolohov his a smile. His Lord and Queen were adorable, but they would both kill him if they knew what he was thinking.
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"We're going to Hogsmeade this weekend, right?" Mulciber asked.
Tom rolled his eyes. "What do you think, Mulciber? Engage your brain, you have to have one."
"Mulciber." Hermione smiled at him. "We're going hunting."
Rosier frowned. "At school?"
Leaning forward – resting her elbows on her knees – Hermione smirked. "Ever heard of the spell 'Obliviate'?"
"Judging by the look on your face it's not in the curriculum." Dolohov chuckled.
"The spell wipes your memory." Hermione giggled. "And you can decide how much to wipe. The spell is easiest when you have a good grasp Occlumency and Legilimency."
Malfoy sneered. "And you have?"
"That would be telling, Toe Headed Angel." Hermione's eyes twinkled mischievously.
Abraxas blushed in embarrassment.
"Toe Headed Angel?" Radolphus asked.
"It's what he asks his conquests to call him." Hermione sniggered.
While his peers laughed at his expense, Abraxas wished the floor would swallow him up.
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A/N: So, warning for the next chapter. It's being influenced by my…. irritation at a dumb ass rule one of my professors has.