Remnants

REMNANTS
by Emaleth

GENRE: AU, Darkfic, Unresolved Sexual Tension.
ADT\'L(This Chapter): Lemon, OCFemDom, NonCon, First Time.
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: So, Draco actually has a crush on Hermione and vice versa. But he\'s a Death Eater and she knows it. How much will Hermione give up t wit with Draco? EVERYTHING! She gives everything up from her virginity to her friends, and even her soul. But is she the only one who is going to end up losing everything?
PAIRINGS: Draco/Hermione, Implied Harry/Hermione, Implied Harry/Ginny, Harry/Hermione.
DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
AUTHOR NOTES: My first NC-17 ffic AND my first Draco/Hermione ffic. Bear with me on the cheesy pick-up lines (in the future chapters).

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Chapter 01 (Prologue) - The Dead Dragon

Shh. Stay quiet, reader. I am to show you something that you would have much of an interest in. Do you promise to stay as quiet as you can? Good.
So we enter the chambers of the sleeping dragon. Yes, we are inside the bedroom of Draco Malfoy. What\'s he doing sleeping at noon?

*reader makes a shuffling noise*

Shh! Did I not tell you to stay quiet? He is right there, sleeping on his bed. We don\'t want to wake him now, do we? If we are caught in here, no one knows what could happen to us!

Anways, I want to show you this. You see it? this is Draco Malfoy\'s Diary. Only he can read it but I found a way to bend the rules, and I am going to bend them for you too.

This journal records every single thought that Draco has the moment a certain event happens. Of course, you have to remember that this journal is magical and hence, Draco does not need to write things down. It just magically write itself.

But enough explanation. Let\'s just take a peek into Draco\'s thoughts already.

Well, lookie here! It\'s his sixteenth birthday today! May 1, 1996. Let\'s read about what happened today.

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May 1, 1996 - Happy Birthday, Draco.

There are not that many purebloods anymore. Purebloods do not want anything impure passed off to our offspring. If I were to tell my father that I would like to go out with a certain girl, oh boy. It would take days, even months before he would say yes. It\'s odd since I am a boy and it is usually the girl\'s father that does the checking of his daughter\'s potential mate. My dad would send the best investigators money could buy to check the purity of the potential date. The only girls I am allowed to date are the ones of the 10th generation pureblood (as in all their great-grandparents ten times over was pureblood). If any trace of mud in their genes, they are gone.

Because of this, purebloods resorted to incest. It\'s a stupid Malfoy and Wizarding World tradition. It\'s not even frowned upon. I don\'t blame them. Our kind, the purebloods, are dying out after all.

But I still cringe every time I think of how purebloods are all really related to each other. My father and my mother are relatives. Were they cousins once removed or twice removed? It strains me to think about trying to remember the people in my family and trying to figure out how I am related to who. I mean, how do you expect me to believe that my cousin is also an aunt and a grandmother or something? It\'s quite confusing even for a boy my age.

I am the result of hundreds of years fucking (no pun intended) intermarriages and family rapes just so my blood remains pure. I feel so proud. Did I mention I was sarcastic? It\'s tradition, what am I to say? And why should I argue? I get the pick of the litter. I am given a list of all the potentials non-married girls and I can fuck them all if I want to, as much as I want to. And no one would dare stop me.

It\'s somewhat good to be a pureblood as long as I don\'t really think of the person I fuck. I mean, since we\'re related it IS sort of like fucking myself or masturbating. Funny really. But at least I know everything about them is clean. I mean I could go fucking around as much as I can and not worry about a disease that I might catch from Mudbloods. I know that after I pull my dick out from her crevice, her vaginal fluids would be as clean as water.

I speak about this as if I had diddled girls before. Funny enough, I never had. I\'ve masturbated and have had blow jobs but never intercourse. I actually am saving myself for someone. For someone who my parents, and the rest of the pureblooded community, would call `unworthy.\'

Yes. I, Draco Lucius Thomas Malfoy, a pureblooded son of a Death Eater, one of the most sought after and respected boy in the Wizarding World. I am in love with a Mudblood.

Ironic, isn\'t it? I love the very person I am supposed to hate. The very kind of people who I think is dirty, filthy and everything from toe warts to owl spew to bat remains had created the same person I love and long for. Very, very, sad really. Very, very sad and, may I say, pathetic indeed.

There is only one possible way I can think of that will allow her to be with me. But I don\'t know if want her to go through that. I don\'t think I want her to go through what I am about to go through in a few minutes.

If there was a day I could have sex with her, yesterday would have been the best and last possible time I could do so. Today is the last day I could fuck her without killing her. Today is the last day I could even think of fucking her.

Today is the day I become a Death Eater. You can\'t blame me initiating to be one. My father is one. My grandfather, may his soul rest in limbo, was one. They both wanted me to be one. I never chose to be one. I was chosen to be one. I was born to be one.

My parents were Death Eaters before I was even born. The Dark Lord blessed both of them, sanctifying their bodies before the consummated. He watched my father fucked my mother thoroughly. Voldemort was also muttering endless spells as I was being conceived, AKA when mother orgasmed and father had cummed into her. Father said Voldemort watched and performed spells as to protect his favorite Death Eater\'s unborn child before it was evonceonceived. In my demented but possibly true opinion, I think he just wanted to watch.

Father fertilized mother, she carried to term and nine months later appeared little old me. Voldemort was there the second my mother went into contractions and he was the first person to hold me as I came out into the world screaming my little lungs out. I do not remember that day very much but my father told me that the second Voldemort pronounced my whole bloody name followed by the words \"my future Death Eater\" I stopped crying and looked directly at Voldemort. My dad swore that I mouthed \"Master\" but I think, by then, he\'d started to over-exaggerate the story.

I\'ve read somewhere that May 1 is one of the most celebrated holidays in Europe aside from Christmas. In Germany, boys would secretly plant a May tree in front of the window of the girl they have feelings for as to hope the object of their affection would love them back. In France, people try to touch the cows being led in parades for it is believed to be good luck. Here in England, people decoratles les with brightly colored ribbon and it is carried in a parade and then placed in the ground where people dance around it. And on my birthday, Voldemort and the Death Eaters celebrated also.

I suppose I was born to please Voldemort. He had high hopes for me, that my father instilled in me ever since I could hear. Voldemort assured my father that I would fulfill everything that the Dark Lord want accomplished. He promised my father that I would be well-taken care of if anything should happen to him and that he had proclaimed me his first heir if anything was to happen to Him. And something did happen to him: Harry Potter. Enough said.

Nevertheless, father told me all this, Voldemort\'s plan, my role, my entire being, all of this information at the innocent age of three. Of course, nothing he said registered in my little head at that time. But day after day, my father inflated my ego. What was a boy at that age to argue? I could barely speak intelligible sentences.

But eventually, it all seeped in and I remember at the age of six, I found a fake gold-colored crown and placed it on my head. I pranced around my house like a stupid lunatic, calling myself the \"Master of Everything.\" I ordered everyone around, including my own mother. I knew mother would not care if I told her to strip in front of me, since she would do it for me anyway, nor did she bother tell me that I was not the Master of everything. At that young age, I find it remarkable to this day that I thought myself as a crowned prince. I was treated like one after all.

Later that day, my father came home, took the crown my head and crushed it with his feet. I was not angered by it because I knew, in my heart, that I didn\'t need a crown, fake or real, to make myself feel important. But father added something to his routine Draco ego-inflating.

\"Your mother told me you called yourself `Master,\' Draco. That is not right.\"

\"But I am,\" I answered back innocently. \"I am Master of Everything.\"

\"You\'re not,\" I remember him answering angrily. \"Master is Master.\"

\"I am?\"

\"No! Lord Voldemort is the Master. He is the only Master. You are his heir.\"

\"But he\'s dead. He`s DEAD, father.\"

Me and my big mouth.

That was the first time I ever tasted blood. My father had slapped me so hard that my lip bled. I knew he was not going to say sorry. I knew he meant it.

\"Voldemort is the Master, Draco. You are not. You are his heir. You are his follower. Beside him, when he finally rise back from the depths unknown, the Death Eaters will be your followers. You are not the Master, Draco. Voldemort is your Master. Voldemort is the Master.\"

Those words still ring inside my head, you know. I hear it as I lower my head on my pillow, as I eat my breakfast, as I take my first shit of the day. My father\'s words are everywhere. And so was Voldemort`s presence.

Hundreds, maybe thousands of Death Eaters betrayed Voldemort the day he dissipated. Many denounced him, betrayed other Death Eaters and many even declared themselves insane and was held against their will. Goddamn Traitors. What I don\'t understand is why they betrayed him.

Tom Riddle was human. Voldemort was not. The day Tom Riddle had delved into the deepest depth of the Dark Arts, he had lost all humanity in him and called himself the Dark Lord. When Voldemort came into being, he was not flesh and blood. Flesh, maybe, but no longer blood.

He had skin, he had bones, he looked almost human except for the snake-like eyes he acquired during transformation. But that\'s not the only thing he got out of it. His blood was no longer blood. Blood is for people with souls. He had none. Instead of blood, a substance still blood-like in color, consistency and purpose ran in his veins. Unlike blood, it was poisonous. His blood was a disease, deadly, merciless, and incurable altogether. It was not just his blood was poisonous though.

My father told me that Voldemort had pureblooded whores during the beginning of his reign. He alternately fucked them all until midday and by noon, they were all dead. Even his bloody sperm was a deadly virus. It supposedly ate away the soul of the receiver.

That posed a problem for Voldemort for he was one horny son of a bitch. I do not know much of the details of how he found out about it but he eventually did find a cure for it.

I was taught that there was an ancient race of snakes, the Nagas, and though only a few of them are ever spotted in the present-day, there is still no cure for their bites. I found it peculiar that the cure to Voldemort\'s poison was the snake\'s poison. And I will meet both poisons today.

Name one person who ever got, not one, but two poisons on his birthday. Just say my name. There\'s your answer.

Both poisons had been used for the Death Eater initiation years before I was born. Every single Death Eater with the Dark Mark burned into his or her arm had gone through the initiation. First, the initiator either drinks the blood of either Voldemort or an initiated Death Eater or be fucked by any of the mentioned. After drinking or after the initiated cums on the initiator, the initiator awaits his or her death. Once the initiator is inches away from death (or once the initiator\'s pupils turn yellow), Voldemort will wait for the initiator to exhale his or her last breath before allowing the Nagas snake to bite him or her. The Nagas poison would travel fast enough that the poison would pull the initiator\'s soul out from the depths of Haede and back into its body. But the initiator\'s soul would no longer be white. It would now be black. But in exchange for the black soul was a purified body, rid and immune of all sicknesses with the Master\'s blood running through one\'s body\'s veins. Seemed fair enough.

When I think of it, the whole process seemed painful. I mean, if I were to die, I\'d prefer a fast, painless death. If the Dark Lord is able to watch you as you take in your last breath, that means that death is not sudden. I was actually happy when I thought I would never had to go through the initiation since Voldemort had been gone for so long. I never thought he would ever be revived. I was wrong.

Today is both my birthday and today is my death day. I would not have a headstone as a bed board nor call my bed a coffin. Rather, my soul will be forever desecrated while my body remains at the peak of my youth, in its sheer perfect state, and forever alive.

They said it was about time I take my father\'s place in the circle. I was to turn Death Eater at the age of eighteen but my two years hope got cut short by father\'s absence.

Now here I am, a younger almost exact replica of my father. The only thing missing is the Dark Mark that is supposed to be on my left arm. All that\'s going to change in a couple of minutes.

Here I am standing right by mirror. You look nice Draco. Nice outfit to wear for your birthday and your bloody funeral. Black cloak, black pants, black shoes. Hell, if there was a darker color that black, they\'ll ask me to wear that color. Boy, does my torso look nice and black is so not my color. Black makes my upper body look pasty white. Lovely death shroud this outfit, really. NOT.

My mother knocks then opens my door, looking at me lovingly before she leads me down the stairs to our huge den which I assume would be bare of furniture.

My guess was right. I just forgot that Dark Lord and the Death Eaters are also going to be there.

I look straight in his eyes as I walk towards him. My father always reminded me to look straight into the Dark Lord\'s eyes. He always thought it was a sign of loyalty. I stop once I am a foot away from him and bow my head, my eyes still fixed on his. He touches my head before pushing my chin up. He places his hand on my shoulder and leads me to the center of the room.

\"Welcome the newest initiate to the Death Eater society.\"

The applause is weak but I didn\'t expect much. The Death Eaters were serious people.

Voldemort leaves my side and I stand straight as the Death Eaters take off my cloak. I watch Voldemort as he conjures up a stone bed, much like a platform, large enough to place a body on. Shit, that stone better not be cold if I\'m going to lie my shirtless back on it.

Voldemort prods his wand on my forehead. He mumbled incomprehensible words and after a minute, he pulls away and turns the handle as to place it by my lips.

\"Where does you loyalty lie?\"

\"To my Master and to the Death Eaters.\"

\"Kiss the wand, Draco.\"

I do what I\'ve been told to do then allow Voldemort to assist me towards the stone bed. I am asked to sit so that my feet are no longer hanging off the bed. I touch the stone bed with my palm and I gulp loudly just thinking about the cold sensation on my back. Fuck.

Two of the Death Eaters, who I could not recall the names of, walk towards Voldemort. One of them is carrying a square basket while another holds a tray. On it are an intricately shaped bottle, a silver chalice and a sheathed rapier.

\"How would you like this done, Draco? By Blood or by flesh?\"

Blood equals drink his blood, flesh equals Death Eater whore. Umm. saving virginity for someone here.

\"I\'d rather take it the painful way, Master,\" I answer. \"I\'ll drink blood.\"

\"Taking the road less traveled by, Draco? I am impressed. I thought you`d want to enjoy your last human moments in ecstasy like many of the people you see here.\"

\"I\'d take the pain, Master. To prove to you how brave I am.\"

\"To prove how brave you are?\" he asks cunningly. \"Or to save yourself for someone?\"

Busted. I am SO busted. How the hell did he know? And can we not talk of my sex life or, rather, lack of it in front of all these people?

\"You have not deceived me, Draco. Tell me the truth. Tell me now.\"

\"Granger, Master. Hermione Granger.\"

Yeah, yeah, stop whispering. I hope no one gets an aneurysm.

\"Granger?\" He asked angrily. \"Potter\'s Mudblood friend. Do you have feelings for her, Draco?\"

\"Yes, Master.\"

He pulls his wand out again and takes its end to my lips.

\"Where does your loyalty lie, Draco?\"

\"To you, My Master, and to the Death Eaters.\"

Why does my voice have to crack right now?

\"And to her? If my memory serves me well, Draco, I am a hundred percent sure she is not a Death Eater. And I know she will serve a threat to me, my dear Draco.\"

\"Master.\"

\"Where does your loyalty lie, Draco? Answer me? Where does your loyalty lie?\"

I love Hermione. I love my Master. But how am I to choose? DAMN IT!!!

\"Your apprehension is quite disturbing, my young dragon. I thought your father would have taught you better. He has to be punished for letting you grow into an insolent fool.\"

\"No, please, Master. Please don\'t hurt my father. I\'ll do whatever you ask me to do.\"

\"If your loyal lie lie to the Death Eaters, you wiill ill her.\"

Fuck. I hate it whenever someone makes me choose like this.

\"Yes, Master. I\'ll kill her for you.\"

He does not look at all pleased but he turns away and walks towards the man holding the tray. I expect him to pour blood from the bottle. Instead, he takes the rapier and the chalice. He walks towards me and shoves the chalice on my hand. In one swift motion, he unsheathes the rapier and slits his wrists right in front of me. Blood drips from his wrist down to the chalice as my heart pounds directly on my sternum.

\"Everyone, leave us be,\" he orders. \"And get Haley in here.\"

As the Death Eaters e ane and as we wait for Haley to enter the room, Voldemort glares at me. When I look back at his wrists, they were already healed. He takes both my hands, as to make sure I hold the chalice with both hands.

\"Drink the blood, Draco,\" he orders. \"Drink to your death.\"

Sanity hits me at that very moment. Why the fucking hell am I doing this? I don\'t want to die. I don\'t want to be a Death Eater. I want to be me and just me.

He is now glaring at me. His eyes are burning right through my eyes. I look down at the blood in the chalice before closing my eyes and letting the rim touch my dry lips. I tilt the whole chalice and allow the contents to trickle down my throat.

The first few gulps are horrible. I thought it would at least be warm since it came straight out of his veins. It is ice-cold with a consistency of cold mercury and probably tasted the same.

I bit into the chalice rim as I try not to choke on his blood. I want to throw up but I know I should not. It would take me a few more gulps before I could finish the whole chalice and I know he could tell that I didn\'t want to drink anymore. I feel my stomach turn as I feel an upchuck coming. I feel the blood travel up my throat. I try to swallow it back in but I just could not. Either I throw up or choke on my own vomit.

I turn away from Voldemort and just let it all out. I choke and cough the blood out. Blood trickles on the side of my lips but I didn\'t care about my appearance anymore. I am more worried about his reaction.

He takes the chalice with his right hand and holds the back of my head with his left.

\"You have wasted enough. You are going to drink all of what`s left, Draco,\" he said angrily. \"DRINK!\"

I just close my eyes and gulp everything, hoping that whatever I drink would stay in my stomach this time.

Voldemort throws the chalice away from us after I had finished everything. I hear a clink from afar when my body starts to feel cold. I suddenly feel like I am about to pass out. The poison is definitely not staying in my stomach. It is now traveling all over my body. All strength is draining from my body that I can not even hold my head up. I feel a hand catch me as I almost knock my skull straight into the stone bed. Master lifts my head up a bit and looks at me. I drowsily glance up and I look at his face. He does not look mad. He actually looks happy.

\"I am proud of you, Draco Malfoy. I knew you were special. You are the only one who drank the whole chalice. Many others chose the easy way out from the beginning or backed out as they saw the blood from my wrists.\"

I could not move. I can breathe, I can blink, but I could not move voluntarily. I feel like my whole body is petrified the way it is right now. The Master lowers my head to the stone for me. When he finally let go of me, I heard shuffling from beside him and wondered who it was.

\"I am so proud of you that I will allow you to pursue Hermione. Beware, little dragon, that you don\'t love her too much as you would poison her. If you decide to poison her, if you love her that much, I will have to initiate her into our society.\"

No. I will not do that to her. I. I. I can\'t have a Death Eater. I want her chaste, pure and innocent. I want her soul clean. I don\'t want her to lose her soul that same I am to lose mine.

Voldemorts smirks. This is just too good to be true. I know there\'s a catch to this.

\"But I can\'t let you be whole. You have to be broken before you break Hermione. Haley.\"

Haley. Haley was the flesh that I should`ve chosen in the first place but I did not. She was the one who was supposed to break me. She is the one that IS going to break me.

I feel two hands fumbling for my trousers. Before I know it, my ass was touching the cold stone and I am feeling very naked. Seconds later, naked Haley was on top of me, resting her open thighs on my thigh. I could see her slit and she is planning to welcome myself into her.

Haley looks young, maybe a little older than me. So innocent looking yet wicked at the same time. She has a striking resemblance to Hermione. It\'s horrifying. I want to push Haley off as to stop her from undressing me and I just want to run away from her. But I can\'t move. If I could, I would.

She begins to rub my abdomen. Her palms were warm, but I know she is cold inside. She is doing this to me to please Master, and at the same time, please herself. She was not doing this to please me. She had no feelings for me.

She left my abdomen and reached for my penis. She placed both her hands on it and started to pump. Though I could not move, my length was growing involuntarily by the second. Once I have achieved my all, she started to place her opening right on top of me.

\"You are huge, Draco. Crying shame you`re a virgin really. But don`t you worry. You won`t be after I\'m done with you. I can tell this is going to be good for the both of us.\"

The tip of my length was very to close something wet and warm. She let herself down on me and I my length penetrates into her. I felt good in her, though under the circumstances, this is called rape.

She starts to move herself up and down, my dick in and out of her. The sensation is satisfying and yet I feel invaded. I want her off yet I want her to fuck me more. I want to push her off, but I am too happy from the pleasure. I want to push her off but I can\'t.

I am sorry, Hermione. I wanted to save myself for you. But now, I am gone. Gone forever. I am sorry.

I am letting myself go. There is no point. I can\'t help it. I thought masturbation feels great but this is just heaven. She was taking me to heaven.

\"Uh, uh, Ungh!\" I hear her say every time she shove herself towards me. I myself am panting from bliss. Her pace is starting to get faster and she is letting gravity push her down on me with full force. She is getting very tight around me and she is fisting my dick so hard that it is starting to hurt. It\'s hurting, but it\'s good pain

\"I\'m coming, I\'m coming,\" continues to shout with an alternate moan and groan.

I could feel it too. I am just about to explode.

\"Oh Draco, Draco, DRACO!\"

She quickens and roughens her motion, rocking roughly as she pulsates around me.

I feel my jaws clench as I empty into her. She continues to fuck me senselessly, the combination of her internal juices and my cum are covering my dick. She takes a few more violent motions before she stops.

\"He\'s done, Master,\" says Haley as she gets off me. She takes a cloak from Voldemort, dresses herself and does me a favor by zipping my pants.

\"Well done, Haley,\" I hear Voldemort say.

My eyesight is starting to blur. I knew they are open but everything is blurry.

\"You\'re almost done with your transformation, Draco. You have the eyes already.\"

My eyes. My eyes are now of a snake\'s, blurry and hazy if my father`s stories were right. My body is also starting to feel lighter. I am feeling free and light, like a spirit. My surroundings turn black but I see a faint white light. I want to go towards it. And I do. I feel my non-existent hand reach out to it. The closer I get, the warmer it is. I am inches away from it when I hear something from behind me. A distant voice was calling out.

\"Morsmordre Pauci.\"

My body is jerked backwards. What was that voice? Why am I following it? No! I want to go to the light.

Everything got dark again. It\'s cold, damp, and empty. It feels like winter and I am in the middle of a snowstorm, except there is no snow. Instead, in the darkness, I see faint distorted spirit forms. I figure they were human spirits but no longer are. They are more gruesome looking than ghosts. These forms are bloodcurdling and they no longer look human. They look more like monsters.

I know my soul will end up like that. After my transformation, my reflection will show me my physical human face, but inside my soul is going to be like these lost souls. And this scares me. I\'d rather die. I want the force that is pulling me to push me back towards the light. I know that light leads me to the afterlife and though I would never be alive again, at least my soul will not be black. I shuffle and jerk as to escape from that invisible force, but I have nowhere to go. The invisible force is not planning to let me go.

I feel something hard and cold on my back again. I open my eyes but everything was blurry again. My whole body is still jerking and kicking for freedom. There is also a stabbing pain from my left arm. I try to move my arm but I am being held down by a couple of strong Death Eaters.

I turn my head towards the cause of the pain. A snake with razor-like fangs are piercing into the flesh of my inner arm. The pain is no longer bearable. I thrash my whole body about as to force them to let me go. But they are too many of them and I could not defeat their strength.

But pain is no longer just in my arm anymore. My whole body feels like it is being stabbed by a thousand daggers simultaneously. I close my eyes as a reflex and dig my nails into my palms as to concentrate on the lesser pain that I subject myself into. But no matter what I do, I could not take it anymore. My body is uncontrollably convulsing in pain. I want to scream, and my mouth was open but I have no voice.

\"Draco. Don\'t resist it.\"

I hear Voldemort\'s voice but I do not listen to him. I cant help it if I am paying more attention to the bodily pain.

\"Let go of yourself,\" he continues. \"Unclench your fists, Draco. Don\'t resist the pain. It\'ll be the last feeling of pain you\'ll ever have. After this, you\'ll no longer feel pain. It\'s going to be all joy. You\'ll feel the best you can ever feel in your whole life. Let go.\"

I have no choice but to trust him. I will do anything to get rid of the pain. I unclench my hand let myself feel all the pain. The instant I let go, my head starts to pound. I feel like I am being skinned alive, disemboweled and raped all at the same time. But the pain subsided and a feeling, a great feeling, was starting to come.

There it is, this unbearable joy! It\'s like my whole body is being tickled. Honestly, it\'s like I am being fucked. It was like the feeling that I had when I exploded in Haley. Only this was better, a million times over. I don\'t want it to end. I want more. More!

Pictures of Hermione flashed before my eyes. I see her, faintly, in the same position Haley was minutes ago. I see my love, naked, pushing me into her. She is fucking me, giving me this sensation I am feeling this very moment. Minutes are passing by and Hermione, Hermione is still at it. It\'s her. I know it\'s her. Oh she\'s so pretty. Oh Hermione.

I feel the sensation subside but my Hermione is still on top of me. She was still rocking on top of me, her face contorting beautifully as Haley\'s before. I feel her cum on me. She then looked at me lovingly then moved her face closer to mine. She pursed her lips for a kiss and she dissipated into thin air.

The sensation is gone and so is she. I feel empty yet satisfied. My heart is pounding but I feel cold as ice. I feel like nothing can affect me, nothing can destroy me. I felt powerful, omnipotent. I feel like I can do anything.

I look at my left arm and I see a visible black mark. No one has to tell me that it is the Dark Mark. I know it is the Mark of the Dark Lord. It is the sacrifice of the Nagas Snake as to save me. The Nagas Snake died and burned itself into me as to let revive me. It gave up its life for as so I can serve our Masters.

My eyes finally gain focus and I could see everyone\'s face clearly again. I searched for my Master but he found me first. A hand appeared in by my chest and I take it. It pulls me so I can sit up. A score of hands pat my back as I look at my Master\'s proud face.

\"I have never been prouder any other day of my life. My dragon has finally joined me. How are you feeling Draco?\"

\"I feel a little light headed, Master. I think I want to lay back again.\"

\"We will let you rest the rest of the day. You have been through enough. But don\'t you worry. You will feel better once you wake up. I`ll apparate you to your room.\"

A second later, I was inside my room, lying in my own soft and much more comfortable bed. My mother apparates in, changes me into my pajamas, and tucks me to sleep. The sun is peering through the window and I find it weird that though it is at its daylight peak, I am sleepy like I had just stayed up until dawn. My mother recluses the curtains before kissing me on my cheek and leaves. Just when I thought I\'d get my peace, I hear a voice.

\"Draco.\"

It was Voldemort. Will he ever leave me be?

\"Here,\" he says as he hands me a medium-sized velvet covered box. I take it in my hand and open it. In it is a round silver pendant of intertwining snakes with green eyes attached to a black leather chain and a silver ring with my name engraved on it.

\"That is my present to you.\"

\"Thank you, Master,\" I tell him weakly, my eyes closing right before me. I feel him touch my forehead. I hear a pop, telling me that I am now alone in my room.

Again I lose all my consciousness, I think of my Hermione. I want her. I want her so much. I want her so much that I want her to go through the pain I just went through just so I am allowed to have her. I will have her one way or another. I will have her love me, I will make love to her, she will die and she will become like me: a Death Eater. I had no reason to be alive when I was Draco Malfoy. I now have three objectives in this new life that I have just acquired: to serve my Master, to serve my love and to have my love serve my Master.


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Oh boy. Were we supposed to read that?

*reader nods, shakes head and then shrugs shoulder*

You\'re very helpful, you know!!!

Did you hear that? Are those footsteps I hear? Oh no! The door! I hear the knob turning. And we\'re trapped! Holy shit.

*The door opens. And just our luck…*

It\'s Voldemort and he\'s pointing his wand right at us.

\"AVADA KEDAVRA\"

*our bodies drop to the floor*

We\'re dead. We\'re dead, thanks to you reader. You had to make all that noise... okay! It\'s my fault too! So what are we to do now, huh? I guess we might as well stay dead and just watch things happen right before our eyes.


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A/N: Draco\'s date of birth was never mentioned in the books (even the Lexicon did not mention it) so I just made the birthday up for myself. Also, the initiation process... that\'s just my overactive imagination. *shoulder shrug*
--->This is the only 1st Person POV chapter.