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Heart of A Snake	By : articcat621 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 13692 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Hermione leaned against the banister, letting the cool air whip around her face. Tonight was the night. As soon as Draco got his lazy arse down here, they would take off. Hermione smirked. Her whole belt felt like it had been lit ablaze. She was tingling with excitement, literally. It had been so long since she had fed, and she was looking forward to it. She wanted to drain the life force out of Slughorn, she wanted to feel the euphoria of gaining his strength and his magic. With his death, she would become more powerful.

Power wasn't something that Hermione really wanted. But with power, came respect. And that was something that she did want. She was so sick and tired of Bellatrix acting the way she was. Yes, Hermione wasn't a pureblood, but that didn't mean she was useless. She was a lot stronger than most people gave her credit for, especially Ron and Harry. They thought she was just brains. Which was true, Hermione had a lot of brains, she was known for her brains! But that didn't mean she didn't have any brawn to her. But she would show them.

Hermione sighed. What the hell was taking Draco so long? Probably that mutt of a girlfriend. Pansy was disgusting, and Hermione felt bad that Draco was stuck with her. Like really, what in Merlin's name was Lucius thinking! She shook her head. A few moments later, she heard a pounding down the stairs.

"Hermione, I'm so sorry! Pansy was being herself and I just couldn't get away." Draco said, completely out of breath. Hermione laughed, knowing she was right. "Yeah, yeah, just hope she doesn't keep you like that if anyone else was waiting for you." She said, making sure he knew what she was implying. Draco grimaced, nodding.

The two began walking towards the gate. Hermione pulled the black cloak around her tighter, covering her face. Once they reached the gate, Hermione stopped to face Draco. She saw his emotions flitter across his face, but soon replaced by blankness. She placed her hand on his shoulder. "It'll be okay, everything will be all right Draco." Hermione whispered, trying to calm both him and herself, her nerves making their way inside her.

Draco straightened himself, pulling his robes more securely around him. "This is it. This is our first real mission. This is the end of our childhood. After this, there is no turning back." He was nervous, you could tell by the uneasiness of his words.

Hermione frowned. "I passed that turning point a long time ago. Besides, I'd never been a child. At 11 years old, I was thrust into a war, quite literally. My battle with Tom started long before he had returned to this earth." She paused, sighing. What she said was quite true. She had had many chances to turn back, and to fight back. But she crumbled, and failed. She betrayed the Order, and her intentions were now dark. But things just aren't black and white. No, it's never that simple. Besides, there's no way Hermione could have seen what was to become of her. She never would have guessed the feelings that she now held for Tom. It was unexpected, and irrational, but nonetheless, she loved it, and him. She wasn't loyal to the dark, no, she was loyal to Tom. Where he led, she would follow.

Hermione turned to Draco, smirking. "Let's go shake Hogwarts up!" She needed to be optimistic. Besides, her body was itching to take control of another. She was practically shaking with anticipation. Grabbing Draco's hand, she focused on the building she had in mind. Turning on the spot, she grimaced.

Feeling her feet hit solid ground, she opened her eyes, releasing Draco's hand. She looked around the room she was in. The Shrieking Shack. This room held an important moment in her life. It was where she learned the truth. Pettigrew was a snake, a liar. She hated him with every fiber in her body. In fact, he was lucky she hadn't gotten her hands on him yet. She wanted to wring his neck for everything he had done. But that was neither here nor there.

"Where are we? It seems familiar, but I don't know." Draco asked, looking around. Hermione glanced around too, taking in the ratty feel of the room. "We're in the shrieking shack." Draco made an ahh noise. Hermione shrugged, letting all the tension leave her body.

She straightened, standing with an air of command about her. Honestly, Draco didn't think he'd ever seen the Gryffindor know it all look so serious and in control. She intimidating him. "Let's go" she whispered, disappearing into the night. Draco followed soundlessly after her.

Hermione stealthily made her way towards the Three Broomsticks, stopping in the alley between two shops on the opposite site of the street. She could see Slughorn sitting at the bar, drinking. She smirked. Slughorn was predictable. Drinking on a school night, in public even.

Dumbledore is an even greater idiot. No wards around the small village, or guards, or anything for that matter. He thinks himself invincible, pathetic. Hermione chuckled, knowing that what was to take place tonight would cause quite a stir for the Order, and for Hogwarts. Death Eaters in Hogsmeade and not a soul knows. Well, technically only one death eater. Hermione kept her eyes trained on Slughorn, but let her thoughts wander.

She would never take the Dark Mark. To be branded like cattle is something she wouldn't stand for. Yet Tom still owned her, and the mark on her neck was proof of that. But her mark was special, just for her. No one, not even Bellatrix could rival her in that matter. No, Hermione wouldn't be a Death Eater, she could be more. And she knew that Tom would let her, he would let her do whatever she pleased. She smirked again.

She still knew, that somewhere in the back of her mind, a little voice was begging her to stop this madness, that what she was doing wasn't right, and that Harry and Ron were still her best friends. But her mind had long tuned that voice out. Hermione was in control of her own fate, her own destiny. And she knew that she had a great one in store. Besides, the power, well, she couldn't give that up. She didn't want to. She liked being feared. She liked the control. She was the one calling some of the shots, and she liked it. She had always followed Harry around, blindly, into all the stupid trouble he went looking for, but now Hermione wanted to lead. She wanted people to follow her, to look to her for direction.

Hermione was interrupted from her thoughts when she heard a snore behind her. Stifling a giggle, she rolled her eyes. She turned around and saw Draco leaning against the cold brick of the building, his eyes closed and his breathing light. He had fallen asleep. "What an idiot," she murmured. Shaking him awake, she glared at him. "Is it past Drakey poos bedtime?" She teased, smiling in victory when she saw how red his face got. "Shut up Hermione. I don't exactly sleep well anymore." She frowned, knowing that was most likely true. But still, he fell asleep on a mission. "Drake, I won't tell Him this time, but if you can't handle the missions.." She began, feeling bad, but knowing he needed to be reprimanded none the less. Growling, he nodded, "I know, I'm dead meat. Sorry."

Hermione pulled him in for a quick hug. "It's just I've grown rather fond of you ferret, and I'd hate for something to happen to you. We both know I wouldn't be able to change His mind." Draco nodded, but then focused. "He's getting ready to leave," he whispered. Hermione glanced and smiled. "Perfect."

Horace Slughorn sloppily made his way from the bar, and headed back towards the castle. He loved going out for drinks, it made him feel, well, good about life! However, if Dumbledore found out he had been sneaking out, well, the old coot wouldn't be too happy! Yes, he knew exactly why Dumbledore wanted him here, and he gave it to the Potter boy. Dumbledore got what he wanted, so Slughorn saw no reason for him to not wander out at night for a few drinks. Getting drunk never really hurt anyone anyway, right?

Not looking where he was going, he stumbled, almost falling onto the ground. Regaining his bearings, he tried making his way back to the castle. He heard footsteps behind him, and started to quicken his pace, but it was too late. He was grabbed from behind and pulled into an alleyway. He tried screaming, but was Silenced. Trying to peer into the darkness, he tried to figure out his captor. He first saw the piercing cold eyes of Draco Malfoy pinning him up against the wall. And out of the shadows stepped a young woman, with hard, cold eyes. She had the air of a powerful sorceress about her, and Horace shivered. But the more he looked at the girl, the more familiar she began. And then it hit him like an train on a track. Hermione Granger.

Hermione stepped forward from the shadows, revealing herself. She watched as the emotions flickered across his face: first awe, then confusion, and finally recognition. Slughorn tried to move, but couldn't due to Draco. Hermione was glad he had come with her. His stature and muscle was definitely helpful in this moment.

Hermione paced back and forth, like a predator stalking its prey, her eyes never leaving his. He was terrified, and rightly so, she thought. Smiling, she decided it was time to begin.

"Well, well, Professor," she sneered, a smirk creeping up onto her face. "Hasn't anyone ever told you walking home alone in the dark isn't safe?" She stopped her pacing, a few inches between them.

"You see, Professor. I'm terribly close with someone, who isn't very happy with you." She watched as his eyes widened in fear. "Ahh, I see you know exactly who I'm talking about. Well, you know, he wanted this to be a secret, just between the two of you, a gullible professor and his star student, and well, you told. Spilled the beans as the Muggles say." She chuckled to herself.

"Tom is very upset, and well, Horace, my dear old friend, no one gets away with pissing off the Dark Lord. No, that's why I'm here, you see, to tie up loose ends. And you are a loose end." She practically growled the last part. Her anger was coursing through her at this point. Tom hurt because of the man in front of her, and in turn, Slughorn hurt her.

She continued talking though, as though none of this was phasing her. "I'm sure you're wondering why, though. The secret is already out. The point isn't to get rid of that knowledge, no, it's far too late for that. But your death, oh don't look so surprised, surely you knew I would kill you? No, too bad. No, you're death will be a message, that nowhere is safe, and that Dumbledore is a fool for thinking his school is invincible. We will have control soon enough, but you'll be long gone by then." She stopped, knowing it was time. Her body wanted his magic, she wanted it so badly.

"Goodbye Horace Slughorn. I'd say I'm sorry, but I'm really not." Draco stepped away, but Slughorn didn't move, frozen with fear. Hermione slowly approached him, and placed both her hands on his head, one on each side. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, and focused her magic and his. She let it flow, like a river, from his body, into hers. It was exhilarating.

Draco stood back, watching in a combination of horror and admiration.

Hermione continued, feeding off of him, watching the light slowly but surely leave his body. She took it, everything he had owned, into her own body. Once she knew he was dead, she stepped back, his lifeless body slumping to the ground. She had killed him, and yet she felt no remorse. A drumming noise filled her ears, blocking out that little voice in the back of her head telling her what she had just done was a heinous crime.

She turned to Draco, who then slightly bowed to her. She had shown just what exactly she was capable of, and he was impressed. Smirking, she bowed back.

Looking up into the stars, she pointed her wand to the sky, crying out "Morsmordre!" She smiled as the strange mark appeared in the sky.

She turned to Draco, "Let's go." She turned on the spot, apparating them both home.
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