Just Your Average Death Eater

Chapter 2

"Hello," squeaked Hermione.

"My lord, this is my fiancée," she heard Draco say behind her.

"Your fiancée? What is your name, girl?" the Dark Lord demanded.

"Mione, sir, soon to be Mione Malfoy," she said, getting over her shock and going into her full actress mode.

"So, Mione, are you planning to join my side?" he asked.

"Yes, sir," she replied.

"Good. I like her already Draco," said the Dark Lord. "Now come, it is time for both of you to join my side. If both of you truly wish to join my side then you both must pass a test of loyalty. A prophecy states that the child of a dragon shall be my heir. You, Draco are said to be that dragon. Therefore, you two must make love under the full moon, which happens to be tomorrow night."

"Make love?" yelped Hermione, about to explode.

"Yes, make love. Since the two of you are to be married, I see no problem with the matter," he said smirking.

"Yes, of course, my lord. We shall succeed," said Draco.

"Good. Come back tomorrow at ten. I will be waiting."

"Yes, my lord," said Draco. "Come my love. We must get back,&ot; he said to Hermione, offering her his arm.

They immediately apparated to Malfoy Manor. Hermione was enraged -- make love to Draco Malfoy?! This couldn't be happening! How could she explain to her friends?!

"We're just going to have to get through this," said Draco, as if he was reading her thoughts. "Dumbledore did say by whatever means possible. And don't think I'm going to enjoy this. I'll have to take several baths afterwards, considering I'll have to touch a filthy mudblood." With that, he went upstairs and Hermione could hear his door slam shut.

"I need to get away from this," she said to herself.

She decided to apparate to Diagon Alley. When she arrived no one was about, because it was almost midnight. The light in Weasley's Wizard Wheezes was still on, however. She knocked and was quickly approached by Fred, who let her in.

"May I help you?" he asked.

She had forgotten that she looked different.

"It's me, Hermione," she replied.

"Hermione?! Come in! What are you doing out so late, and what's with your new look?" he inquired.

"Loooong story," she replied with a small smile.

Ever sense Harry and Ron had gone to Auror camp, saying that it was too dangerous for Hermione to be friends with them until the Dark Lord was defeated and promising that they would get back together after he was gone, Fred and George had become her closest friends. She could tell them anything, and she knew that she could trust them with her life.

"Oi, George, look what the cat dragged in," Fred shouted.

"What's that?" George asked.

"Hey George," said Hermione

"Hello miss, may I help you?" he asked.

Hermione couldn't hold back a laugh. She had fooled the master of disguise.

"What's so funny?" George asked.

"After all this time you can't even recognize your best friend. I'm hurt, it's me, Hermione," she replied.

"Hermione? Oh my god! What happened to you?" he asked.

"Long story," Fred chimed in, giving Hermione a wink. "Come on in Hermione, make yourself at home."

Hermione loved their store. It was always filled with their new -- and sometimes unsafe -- inventions. Her favorite was, without a doubt, the book that turned into a worm. (a book worm, hehehe) She was still debating on whether or not if she should tell Fred and George the whole story or not. She could get in trouble if someone found out but she knew that they wouldn't tell anyone, not even Harry or Ron. When they came over with a three Butterbeers in their hands, she just let it all out, and thirty minutes later, after she told them everything, they were all sitting there, Fred and George opened mouthed.

"So you have to have sex with MALFOY?" George said incredulously.

"Yes, unfortunately. I would do anything not to, but it has to be done," she replied.

"Just don't go back Hermione. Stay here, with us!" Fred said.

"You and I both know that I can't do that; I have to help the ministry," she answered.

"We know, but we just feel horrible for you. Well, just be careful. If he hurts you in anyway we'll kill him."

That's why she loved the twins -- they were like her big brothers, and her friends, all rolled into one.

"Thanks you guys, I've got to go. I'll come and see you again soon," she said.

"Bye, Hermione," they both said in unison.

Then she apparated back to Malfoy Manor. When she reached the door, she pulled very gently. If Malfoy knew she was out he would have a field day. She tiptoed in, it was very dark and she couldn't see a thing.

"Have a nice visit?" a voice whispered silkily in her ear.

She turned around so fast she almost fell over. Draco grabbed her arm and pulled her close to him.

"Where were you? Visiting Potty and the Weasel?" he demanded.

"No, actually. I haven't talked to them since graduation. Why do you care where I went anyway? It's really none of your business," she replied, trying to break free of his grip.

"Oh, I think it is. If you are seen talking to them, you could ruin the whole scam," he said.

"Like I said, I didn't go and see them. I went for a walk," she lied.

He finally let go of her, and she ran up to her room. When she got there she fell onto the bed and started to cry. She couldn't do this. He was so awful to her, and seeing the Dark Lord again just reminded her of all the times that she had shared with Harry and Ron. She missed them so much but she also hated them as well. They had abandoned her. She wanted to go back to talk to Fred and George but Draco might find out. She cried herself to sleep that night, and dreamed of what it would be like when the Dark Lord was defeated.

She awoke the next afternoon, with someone shaking her.

"Rise, and shine sleeping beauty," Draco's cold voice came to her ears.

With that, she shot up out of the bed like a rocket.

"What do you want?" she asked.

"Good morning to you too," he said with a hint of sarcasm.

"Oh, go to hell," she spat, heading towards the bathroom, moments of last night still in her mind.

"You first, " he replied blocking off her way to the bathroom.

"If you think that I'm even going to touch you tonight, you're wrong. I refuse," she said.

"Then I'll just have to make you, because I'm not going to have this blown because of some virgin mudblood!" he practically screamed. "Be ready at nine thirty." With that he slammed the door shut and she could hear him lock the door.

She was trapped, and in Malfoy Manor no less. How could she have been so stupid? When Dumbledore had told her about it, she was so excited. She thought that she could do something to help others, and now she was realizing that she would probably end up dead. She went back to sleep still exhausted from the night before, and when she finally woke up it was eight thirty at night.

She took a quick shower and decided that she was going to look her best whether she wanted to do this or not. She put on her makeup, curled her hair, and put on her midnight black cloak over her silvery blue robes. After she was done, she decided that she wasn't going to let Draco take this job from her.

Finally, it was nine thirty. She muttered "Alohamora" and walked out of the room. Her anger and confusion must have kept her from thinking of such a simple solution earlier. As she came out of her room Draco was walking down the steps. When he saw her he got a very angry and frustrated look on his face.

"Lets go," he snapped.

They apparated, and returned to a place that Hermione remembered all too well.

"Welcome back," said the Dark Lord

"Thank you," Hermione replied.

"Wormtail will take you to the tower," instructed the Dark Lord.

At that, Wormtail came out and said, "Follow me."

Hermione and Draco followed Wormtail down a long underground tunnel. The passage was long and narrow, and Hermione and Draco bumped shoulders no matter what they did to maintain space between themselves. The only light that was visible was from the torch that Wormtail held. After what seemed like hours, they came to an old rusty door.

"Here you go, I will come to get you in the morning," said Wormtail. "I will lock the door behind you. My lord's orders."

"Thank you," said Draco as he followed Hermione inside.

The room was beautiful. There was a huge round bed with a small skylight above, which allowed the moonlight to illuminate the room. Hermione, realizing what she was supposed to be doing there, turned around to see Draco leaning against the wall with his famous smirk on his face.

"We don't really have to do this, you know. They'll never know if we don't," said Hermione.

"Yes, they will, Granger, so let's just get this over with," he replied.

"There is no way I'm doing this," she stammered.

"Well then, I'll just have to make you," he said, pulling off his shirt.

Hermione was about to protest, but then she noticed something on his arm. Before she could think about it anymore, she realized that he had closed the distance between them.

"Wai...." she started to say, but he had thrown her onto the bed.

She tried to push him off but he grabbed her hands and started to kiss her. What truly scared her was that she kissed him back willingly and was having trouble resisting. As he deepened the kiss, he used one of his hands to hold hers, and slid the other slowly up under her dress. He started to undress her, never breaking the kiss for a minute (a little impractical - breathing becomes an issue :) ). As soon as he was kissing a totally nude Hermione, he started to undress himself. Draco placed small kisses along her neck, down to her collarbone. As he looked into her eyes, he saw raw fear mixed with desire, and that made him want her even more. He kissed her harder than before, and before she could protest, he pushed himself into her, as deep as he possibly could, until she gave a sharp squeal of pain.

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As Draco awoke the next morning he realized that he wasn't in his own bed, or even his own house for that matter. A naked Hermione lay draped over him. Her head rested on his shoulder, her arm across his chest, and her leg wrapped around his own. It was a great feeling...and it scared him.

As Hermione woke up, she realized what had happened. It scared her senseless, and she didn't even want to think about it.

Morning, sunshine," said Draco, who was tracing his fingertips along the length of her body, making her shiver.

Hermione was about to leap up from the bed when she heard the lock of the door click and Wormtail walked in. Hermione quickly covered herself.

"The Dark Lord wishes to see you now," he said. "Gather your things and meet me in the tunnel."

They got dressed without talking and as Draco was putting on his shirt, Hermione remembered what she had seen.

"Draco," she said as she grabbed his arm. "What is that?"

He almost pulled away, but decided that she should know. "I'll explain later. Lets go," he said, pulling her out of the room.

When they came to the end of the tunnel, the Dark Lord was waiting for them

"Well done, you two. I must say that you gave a five star performance, and in a few days we will know if Mione has conceived," he said.

Hermione became nervous at the thought. She didn't conceive...did she?

Until Chapter 3.........