Let the Bad Parts In

Disclaimer: I am only saying this once, I do not own Harry Potter or anything that is associated with Harry Potter or J.K. Rowling. I do, however, own any characters that I make up or throw in there for fun.

Summary: After years of surpassing her fascination with the Dark Side of the world, Hermione finally gives in and decides to join Voldemort's Army. The only problem is that she has to find some way to get an audience with the Dark Lord without being killed on the spot and there seems to be only one person who can do that, Draco Malfoy. But once she gets in, will it be like she dreamed about or will it, in the end, kill her?

Author's Note: This story is placed in their 7th year and I'm basically pretending that the whole HBP thing never happened. If you don't like that or have a problem with that then that’s your problem and feel free to not read my story. I will ignore you if you send me a flame saying something along the lines of "omg!!11! what happened to the HBP?? This is soooo stupid!!!!111!" Get over it, it didn't happen in my story. End of conversation.

Another thing I DO NOT have Beta. Therefore, there will be mistakes. I will try my best to fix them and proofread as mush as possible before putting the chapters up. Don't expect miracles with me. I'm not an English major. Also, I am new to writing on this site I do not know how the whole posting chapters goes. Some sites I know, you have to use some html (which I can barely do) and others, it does everything for you. Just give me so time in setting everything up on here.
Now without further ado….


Prologue

Everyone has their own fantasies. Some fantasize about becoming rich and famous, some fantasize about being beautiful. Maybe some dream about dressing up in obscene leather outfits or in animal costumes. A few dream about 'true love'. Most fantasize about sex in some form or another. I, however, fantasize about the Dark.

Ever since I was little I've always been fascinated by the bad guys. How the were so smart and cunning to think of all these schemes amazed me. Of course the good guys always won. It was fairy tales and movies so by popular demand they had to win even if it didn't make sense! Then when I came to Hogwarts I found myself in the middle of a real life Good vs. Evil war. I was thrilled! Then, of course, I woke up and realized how dangerous it was and that, in the end, I was would most likely die fighting next to my best friends. There was no guarantee that the Light would win. If they lost I would be dead before I could blink and I really didn't like the sound of that. Then I thought of the Dark side. If I was with them and they won, which is how it looks like now, I would most likely be alive when it was all over. Though back then at the age of thirteen, I was still naïve and completely loyal to my 'best friends'. Leaving them behind was unthinkable! They were my best friends, I promised them I would be there with them until the end, no matter what. Strangely enough I was still entranced by the Dark Arts.

I threw myself into my studies more then my pervious years after our Third year. I tried telling myself and everyone else that I wanted to just better myself for the war and to show everyone that a mudblood is just as good as pureblood when it comes to magic. In theory, that was true, to an existent. I DID want to better myself and I DID want to prove that I was just as good as them. It just wasn't everyone, I honestly couldn't give two shits if no one knew about how powerful I was, it was more so a certain group of people. I wasn't going to try and fool myself any longer. After the battle in the Ministry in Fifth year, I knew that the Light side would most likely loose the war. I knew then that I would no longer fight for the Light, I wanted a chance to play in the Dark.

So I studied harder than ever. I wanted to show Lord Voldemort when I met Him and his Death Eaters that I was just as, if not more, powerful than they are and barely out of school.

'And will I succeed?' you may ask. You bet your ass I will. Hermione Catherine Granger would not settle for less.

Though, before I could even have a meeting with the Dark Lord without being tortured and killed on the spot, I would have to get someone to speak for me and get me an audience with Him, someone to let Him know that my allegiance lies only with Him. Finding my 'spokesman' (so to speak) was not that hard. In fact I already have a few names written down if the first one does not pull through. I need some leverage with him though; blackmail, a special potion, spell, information, anything!

Well you know what this means…"when in doubt, go the library."