The Dark Princess

Sorry it took so long to update. I was writing a research paper for writing. Well, now that its done I can write this. I just wanted to say I’m doing this with out a Beta so please be kind of spelling. It was never my favorite thing. Sorry in advance for anything wrong.
I still own nothing, and I mean nothing. :(


*+*The Dark Princess*+*
Chapter 4


The revel was wonderfully decorated, tables scattered around the outside of the room. Black wall hangings with the Dark Mark in silver, lined all available space on the walls. The Deatheaters were wandering around and Hermione noticed a large group by the bar. She took this all in with her wide electric blue eyes.

“I have brought you all a gift.” Voldermort said with his arms stretched out in front, as if to embrace some unknown person.
“I want to give you all a gift for you’re wonderful work.” As he finished, door at the other end of the hall opened and in streamed a mass of muggle men and women.

“Oh, what a wonderful gift father!” Hermione cooed to her father.

“Enjoy yourselves,” the Dark Lord started, moving to sit down, “you all deserve it.”

Hermione moved to sit down beside Voldermort, but stopped as she noticed a figure she hadn’t seen in a year, ‘Snape’ she thought. Hermione realizing that she was staring recovered and sat down. She turned to her father after a while.
“Father, can I please participate,” Hermione looked out over the crowd. Deatheaters had started to rape, kill, and torture their way through the crowd of muggles. “Pleeeeeeeeeease?,” Hermione begged, pouting and jutting out her lower lip. Her brown eyes big and doe like.

“I hate it when you give me that look,…Oh, okay but be careful. Only deal with muggles. I don’t want anything to happen to you.” Voldermort cupped her face with his hands.

“Oh, thank you, father, thank you.” Hermione gushed as she hugged him tightly. He whispered in her ear to go and have fun. “Oh, I will father, I will make you proud.” She said as she pulled back from the hug.

Hermione walked around the room, she still had her cloak on and had pulled the hood up despite the glamour she wore. She was approached many times by Deatheaters men and women alike. “God, father has some creepy followers,” Hermione said to herself after she had dispatched the fourth to approach her. ‘Might as well start the fun,’ she thought and grabbed the closest male muggle.


“Lets go to a quiet corner, shall we?” Hermione asked in the most seductive voice she had. The muggle could only stammer a “yeah” before she started to drag him away. On her way to the corner she noticed that barely any females were taking part in the revel except the muggles, but like they had a choice. She also noticed that a group of male Deatheaters were circling her and closing in. ‘What is going on?’ Hermione thought. She looked up to try to get her father’s attention but he was in deep talk with an unknown Deatheater. Hermione grabbed the muggle tightly and tried to push her way through the ever-closing circle.


“Excuse me, but I need to get through. We have some fun to start.” She said trying to force herself out of the circle. An unknown hand pushed her back and she felt someone pull back her hood to reveal her disguised self.

“I haven’t seen you before, are you new?” A silky smooth voice said

“I have to go, Please move.”

“I don’t think so, I think I want you where you are.”

“I said move, I don’t want to hurt you.” This line got a response and laughter erupted from the group.

“You, hurt me? Please, I doubt it. I am a Pureblood from one of the oldest families.” This voice and tone was sounding more and more familiar to Hermione.

“Fine, lets go, Mr. Pureblood. Right here, right now.” Hermione was pissed no one laughed or mocked the Dark Lord’s daughter. Hermione removed her cloak and stood fully erect in her ball gown, muggle still in her grasp.

“I would hate to scar your face, you’re probably going to need it since your not to smart, I mean you are challenging me.” The voice snapped.

The circle was now gathering more attention and more and more people wanted to see their fellow Deatheater take on this mysterious lady.

“Take off your mask and cloak, let’s go.” Hermione said becoming more agitated by the delay.

Hermione took the chance to transfigure her gown into a fitted green shirt and black yoga pants. Once the cloak was gone the Deatheater was wearing a black button up shirt with the top two buttons undone, and a pair of black loose fitting pants. The Deatheater removed his mask and Hermione glared even harder than she thought she could.
“Draco Malfoy!” Hermione spat his name at him.

“Oh, you’ve heard of me then, great let’s start.” Draco smirked and advanced at her. Hermione flung the muggle who had been quite up until that moment at Draco. The muggle was quickly pushed out of the way.
“Have to fight dirty? Okay!” Draco yelled. “Ropitise Binderum,” Hermione was bound by ropes to the point she couldn’t move.
“Serpite Flamus,” Hermione said calmly. Draco moved just in time to escape a snake made of flames slithering toward him. Hermione had gotten rid of the ropes quickly and with one swift move was an inch from Draco’s face. “Avada Ked…” Draco’s whole face showed the fear that he felt.


“Halt!!” Voldermort’s vice filled the room, everyone stopped what they were doing although most were surrounding Hermione and Draco.
“How dare you attack a fellow Deatheater?” Voldermort’s rage at Draco was present in his eyes.
“Please, Dark Lord can we please finish?” Hermione’s eyes showed the rage and pleaded with her father. Voldermort thought about it and gave in.

“Fine, but no magic till I say.” Here sme smiled at this. She was a fighter. Draco moved to hit her but she quickly blocked and countered with a right hook. Draco stumbled back; shocked he had been hit. Hermione was on the attack again, hook jab, upper cut and he was on his butt again.
“This might not be fair, you can use magic, for Draco’s sake.” Voldermort said glaring at the young boy as if to say you should be tougher.

“Expelliarmus,” Draco cried. Hermione’s wand flew into his outstretched hand.
“Crucio,” he cried. Hermione doubled over in pain. Draco ceased long enough for her to breath but sent several more rounds at her till he was satisfied. He allowed her to rise to her feet.

“Time to give up.” Draco sneered. “Imperio,” Draco said. Hermione could hear him telling her to give up.
‘No,’ she said in her head.

‘Give up, you little bitch. Don’t you know, you can’t beat me.’ Draco argued with Hermione in her head.

“No,” she whispered. “No!” she yelled. Draco stumbled back, surprised.
“How can you beat me? I am a Pureblood!” He screamed. Voldermort smiled to himself. His princess was learning well. Hermione threw out her hand and Draco flew across the circle and into a group of Deatheaters. Draco slowly got to his feet and stumbled a bit. He finally spoke, “How did you do that, I have your wand.” Draco’s face went slack and showed how surprised he really was. Hermione smiled like she was the cat that caught the canary, well in a way she was.


“Oh, didn’t I tell you?” Hermione asked Draco. He silently shook his head.
“You may have my wand, but you only have it still because… I don’t need it.” The circle moved back widening. Draco’s eyes were wide with fear. Hermione raised her arm in front of her, parallel with the ground. Her fingers together and fingers to the sky.
“Crucio,” she spoke, all were shocked as Draco fell to the floor and curled into the fetal position. “Well, now who’s better than who? I don’t even have a wand and I’m still BETTER!” She emphasized the last word by sending a new wave of the cruciatus curse. Draco huddled together even more. Hermione was sending wave after wave till she heard a familiar voice tell her to stop.
“That is enough, I think he gets the idea that you are stronger.” Snape said. Hermione turned her head to see who had inturputeded her fun.

“Excuse me, are you telling me to stop? Oh, I get it you want some.” Hermione said turning to Snape and sending the same attack at him. Snape fell to a knee, biting his lip trying not to make a sound.
“That’s enough.” Voldermort said. Standto sto see clearly into his daughter’s eyes.
Hermione stopped her fun and answered, “Yes, my Lord.” She turned back to Snape and whispered into his ear so only he could hear, “You will pay for the years of spying on my Lord that you did, do you understand me? You will pay.” She got up and went to set by her Lord.

Snape’s head was reeling. No one had ever put him under such a powerful cruciatus curse before. ‘Who was she?’ he thought. That threat too, how did she know what he had been doing? He would have to talk with Dumbledore when he got back. Snape made some excusses to some close “friends” and apperated back to Hogwarts.


I know some of the spells arent\' real but I just wanted to add my own. I know they are silly sounding but GET OVER IT. :)