After the Welcoming Feast, Hermione didn't bother going to Ravenclaw Tower; instead she linked arms with Tom and went down to the dungeons. Sinking onto a couch, Hermione listed to the side until her head was resting in Tom's lap.

The young Dark Lord immediately started running his hands through her curls.

"Could the Welcoming Feast be any more boring?!" Mulciber complained, throwing himself on the rug closest to the fire.

Hermione grinned. "It can, trust me."

"At least we're graduating." Dolohov snickered, he couldn't imagine how anyone could be more boring than Dipit.

"And I'm getting married." Malfoy bragged.

Lestrange shook his head. "Does your fiancé know you're a man whore?"

"Yes!" Abraxas snapped. "She's actually glad one of us will be experienced and besides, I've been practicing on pleasing a woman."

"Malfoy!" Rosier exclaimed, eyes darting to their Dark Queen.

Hermione cracked an eye open. "You'd be surprised what's talked about in the Gryffindor common room – practicing with your wand."

Avery turned beat red; he said that all the time, in front of her.

"That was discussed in front of girls?" Dolohov looked disgusted.

Chuckling, Tom paused playing with Hermione's hair. "And that is one of the things we are going to change." At Hermione's growl of 'Tom', he returned his attention to her curls. "Reinstating the old ways."

Rosier leaned over and whispered to Avery. "Whipped."

"He can whip your ass." Avery hissed, glancing nervously at their leaders.

The common room door opened and Slughorn waddled in. "Miss Ganner, you need to go to the Ravenclaw Tower."

"Professor." Hermione simpered. She hated it when people forgot her name, and he was such a creep flirting with all the female students. "It's such a long walk and the corridors are drafty."

"Dolohov will escort you." Slughorn sighed, he thought she was an idiot, before waddling out.

"Come on, Mia." Dolohov stood up and held out his arm. "I'll keep you safe through the drafty corridors."

Giggling, Hermione kissed Tom on the cheek before allowing Antonin to escort her.

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The first Hogsmeade weekend brought smiled to many students faces. Many, but not Sally Sparrow, she wondered why she was even going. No one ever paid her any attention. What the Hufflepuff didn't know was that Hermione had cast a partial Imperius on her – she would always go to Hogsmeade while she was attending Hogwarts.

Walking done the paths of Hogsmeade, Sally kept her head down, watching her feet. Turning left, she didn't pay attention to where she was going (not that she cared).

"Little Sparrow." Hermione cooed.

Sally froze and finally looked up. That was the voice that plagued her nightmares and so was the clearing she was in. A chuckle caused her to whirl around, coming face to face with six people in black robes and plain silver masks and two people in intricately designed sliver masks, the more feminine of the two had a rose and a circles etched into the mask's brow.

"Leave me alone." Sally squeaked. She hoped they would, but deep down she knew they wouldn't.

Terror seeped into her as the masked figures circled around her. There was nowhere for her to run, even without knowing about the wards.

Hermione giggled (sending chills down Sally's spine). "You know we're not going to do that, Little Sparrow."

"Stop calling me that!" Sally shrilly exclaimed; spinning in place, looking for an escape route.

"Little Sparrow." Tom mocked. He enjoyed the way the fear radiated off the Hufflepuff.

"Let's just get on with it." Avery sighed as he lifted his wand. Psychological torture went over his head. "This is boring, I want to play with our toy."

"I'm not a toy!" Sally shrieked in terror. What are they going to do to me?

Hermione chuckled. "That's where you are wrong."

Sally's wand was ripped out of her grasp and went sailing into Dolohov's outstretched hand.

Whimpering, Sally shrunk into herself. Although, her wand wouldn't have helped her. She knew no offensive or defensive spells to combat the ones they threw at her.

"Since today is the first Hogsmeade weekend," Hermione smirked. "She's all my today."

There was a murmur of assent form the Death Eaters. Tom nodded, watching his witch in action was almost as good as torturing people himself.

"Please." Sally begged, tears streaming down her face.

Chuckling darkly, Hermione summoned her magic to physical manifestation. It pooled around her feet and absorbed most of the light from the clearing.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no." Shaking her head back and forth, Sally stumbled backwards and fell – hard – onto the ground.

The wisps shot out and, wrapping around the Hufflepuffs ankles, dragged her to Hermione's feet.

"Little Sparrow." A feral smirk spread across Hermione's face. "Did you tell anyone about us?"

"I don't even know you!" Sally wailed.

Hermione patted her face condescendingly. "Good Little Sparrow."

"Please."

"Of course." Hermione sneered, standing up and calling her magic forth.

The dark wisps drove into Sally's head.

The Hufflepuff shrieked and jerked backwards, the magic following her.

A smile graced Hermione's face as her eyes slid closed. She was feeding off the younger girl's fear implanting fear and suggestions into her mind.

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