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To Kill A Swan	By : Dylan_Harper Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 25061 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Hey everyone! Thanks for all the support! Sorry for the long break, I work a lot and didn't have a break for a while. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter!
-Mnemosyne

CHAPTER FIVE
Hermione woke up the next morning, more stiff than she could ever remember being. She groaned, stretching her muscles. When she realized that she was in a bed, she froze. She could remember very little from the night before, was it a side effect of something? Was that why she felt so sore? She sat up and looked around the grand room. The walls were black with silver filigree surrounding the walls. It was sparsely furnished, as if whoever slept there only slept there. The bed she was on was a large four poster with emerald green curtains with ties hanging loose as if they had untied the curtains but not closed them.
Hermione ran her thumb over the soft material, images and feelings of ecstasy flashing through her head. She shuddered softly as she remembered him spanking her with the paddle, squeezing her legs together to douse the already growing fire between her legs. She bit her lip, closing her eyes as she remembered the feeling of true and complete ecstasy. She remembered worrying about being punished for not counting allowed, but he hadn’t punished her. He had rewarded her with mind blowing sex.
Hermione knew that from that point on, she really was his property, happily and willingly. He had given her pleasure unlike anything else she had experienced and knew nothing out ever be the same for her. Her Master had introduced her to a world she would no longer be able to live without.
She opened her eyes again and turned, seeing her Master still asleep. It must be early then.
An elf suddenly appeared with a tray of food and a vial. After setting the vial down, the elf walked over to her and handed her the vial. “Drink. Master wants Miss to drink.”
Hermione frowned at the vial, “What is it?”
The elf pushed the vial into her hands, not answering the question but instead walking into the bathroom. Hermione blinked, looking at the vial before shrugging and taking the potion. Better to take the potion and the elf get in trouble than not take the potion and end up in the cell again for disobedience. She opened the potion and drank it down, shuddering. She would have to ask Master Draco what that was.
Hermione looked back at the elf who had nodded and was now bringing food over to her Master.
A squeaky little voice came out of the elf, “Master Draco, your breakfast is ready.”
Hermione watched in silence as her Master woke and started eating.
Hermione blushed when he glanced at her. Her memories of the night before were still fresh in her mind and just a look from her Master and she was wet with anticipation of some kind of attention.
“Did you drink the potion I made for you?”
Hermione nodded, “Yes, Master.”
Hermione watched as he nodded, “Good. You are to get dressed in the clothes I have had picked out for you and meet me downstairs. Now that you are mine, I want to introduce you to the others. Besides, I need your cunning and knowledge.”
Hermione blinked, “Of course, Master. Anything you need.”
She got dressed as he told her to and walked down with him, looking around as they did. This wasn’t Malfoy Manor. At least, not the one she had been first brought to. This one was different. She felt safe here. Especially at her Master’s side. She knew then that she would do anything to protect him. She guessed that she had always known that, but now it was perfectly clear to her.
They reached a large room with people bustling about. She stayed close to her Master, scared that the men who raped her were here and would try to take her away from him.
Her Master led her to a large table with a large map spread across it. Hermione frowned as she looked from it to her Master. What was this about?
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Draco smiles, “Pet, I need you to use your brains and anything else you need to help us eradicate the people who would harm us. Harm me. You don’t want that do you?”
Draco grinned when she shook her head quickly.
“Good. We have spell books and anything else you need to figure it out. I will even let you use a wand…”
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Hermione looked at him in shock, “You’d let me use a wand?”
She watched as her Master smirked, chuckling softly. “Of course. I know you wouldn’t use it to harm me, my friends, or to get away. What’s the point and keeping one from you?”
Hermione nodded, “Thank you, Master. I will do my best to keep you safe.”
Her Master nodded as he ordered everyone out so she could concentrate on the task at hand.
She got to work, looking through different spell books and memories of her own to come up with something. Hermione knew there was a spell to detect humans, she just needed it to work like the Marauder’s Map did. She chewed on her lip as she worked, needing to find a way to protect her Master.
After a couple of hours, she had figured out a spell what would turn the map into a map much like the Marauder’s Map did. She had her Master summoned so she could explain to them how it worked.
“It’s a lot like the charm to make words taboo. Any time someone mentions key phrases, more than a few people gathering where there isn’t any known population, or any defensive wards, it will light up on the map.”
Hermione cast the spell on a map of London to show them.
“See these red lights? These represent people who are using the phrases, ‘You-Know-Who’, ‘He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named’, ‘revolt’, ‘rebel’, ‘assassinate’, anything that would be considered going against you. The purple lights are groups of people who are where they shouldn’t be, and the black blobs are defensive wards.”
Hermione grinned when her Master seemed pleased.
“The only downside is that I don’t have enough magic to make the map permanent. It will only work for a few hours or so. Someone with a lot of magic needs to be the one to cast the spell.”
She watched as her Master nodded and pulled up his left sleeve, summoning their Lord.
What would happen to her when He found out her Master was keeping a Mudblood as a pet? Would he accept her?
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Lord Voldemort arrived in the flourish he usually did, striking fear in the hearts of the people who knew well enough.
“Why have I been summoned?!”
Draco stepped forward, bowing to him. “My Lord, just as I said, having the pet I do has paid off. She has created a spell that will enable us to track and see the rebellion.”
“Great! Why then was I summoned here and not out where we can fight?”
Draco bowed again, “In order to make the spell permanent, we need strong magic. We need your magic.”
Lord Voldemort laughed as he realized it was of course because nobody was as powerful as he was.
“Why of course, my children.” He walked over to Draco’s pet who had true fear in her eyes. What made Draco chuckle, was that the fear was not because he was the Dark Lord, but because she wanted him to accept her as Draco’s pet.
The Dark Lord arched an eyebrow and went into Hermione’s mind. His booming laugh filled the room as he realized what had happened. He looked into her eyes, “As long as you prove yourself worthy, I would be thrilled to accept a mind like yours into our ranks. You are saving my children with this spell and your only fears are being taken from Draco and not being accepted in this new world.”
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Hermione nodded, her fear slipping away. She watched as the Dark Lord cast the spell, creating an everlasting bond with the map. Now she would never have to worry about her Master going into unknown situations.
She had never felt more safe in her entire life.
Hermione watched as the map started lighting up. There were red dots spread out across the country side and clusters of purple surrounding the red.
She watched as her Master sent groups of Death Eaters to each of the locations to survey and see how effective the spell was. Eventually he left himself, wanting to see for himself.
Slowly the Death Eaters start returning, confirming that it worked. They were able to find and watch the rebels.
When her Master didn’t return with the rest of them, Hermione started to pace. Where was he? She knew he was alive, she would know if he wasn’t.
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Draco walked through the trees slowly with the Death Eaters he had brought with him. They needed to make sure they weren’t noticed. Only because it would make it harder to wipe them out.
He heard the snap of a twig behind him and spun, pulling his wand out as he looked around. Draco silently cast a spell to detect humans, finding one to the south of him.
He slowly walked towards the signal, his wand ready to kill or capture, depending on who it was.
Draco’s Death Eaters surrounded the person, “You have nowhere to run. If you try to apparate, we’ll cast a killing curse before you have a chance to disappear. Come out now and you will be shown mercy.”
He couldn’t help but laugh when he saw the man walk out behind the tree.
Draco’s laugh was quickly silenced when the wizard threw a curse at him, knocking him back and making his cheek bleed. He growled as his men tackled the man, forcing him to the ground.
“You’re going to pay for that blood traitor.”
They disapparated back to his Manor, their new prisoner in hand.
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Hermione spun around when she heard the pop of disapparation behind her. “Master? Master!”
She ran up to him, making sure he was okay. “I was so worried about you! What happened to your cheek?”
Hermione pouted when he gently pushed her away, “I’m fine, pet. I was just grazed by a curse from a blood traitor.”
She growled, “Please tell me they’re either dead or about to be. Nobody hurts you.”
Her Master chuckled, petting her hair. “You’ll get your chance. But first, we’re going to get as much information out of them as possible. In order to do that, I’m going to need to use you as bait. Do you understand?”
Hermione nodded, “Whatever you need, Master.”
A Death Eater pushes her to the floor, tying her up. Her Master back-hands her hard across the face, making her lip bleed and her cheek purple with a bruise. Hermione moaned softly, closing her eyes to focus on not feeling pleasure.
A group of Death Eaters brought the man in, pushing him on the ground. Hermione concentrated on her Master’s voice.
“Oh good, you’re still alive. I have a little… inspiration for you. You talk, and we won’t kill her.”
Hermione frowned, what possible inspiration could she hold for someone?
She looked up and gasped, “Neville?”

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