Dark Powers

A/N: hey guys, first off I wanna thank you Emms for letting everyone know why I haven’t been updating. And yes, I know I’ve said it to you but well here it is again. THANK YOU. Second, I want to inform you all that I’m okay. Riding an emotional roller-coaster with a 200 floors drop, but okay. Turns out there is a spot on my brain but nothing to worry about yet, I just have to have cat scans more often than normal to keep track. And me and my boyfriend are fine now, we went through hell but here we are.
I think I’ve kept you waiting long enough, so Happy Bday to me and on with the chapie. And ps: it has not been beta read

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Lucius had been in the ranks for long enough to know that when the Dark Lord fell silent, it was time to leave. But as he started towards the door, to rejoin his family, he was shocked dead in his tracks when the Dark Lord asked him to stay a little longer.

“I apologize, I simply thought you were through with me,” Lucius bowed slightly, turning around to face Voldemort.

“You need not apologize to me,” Voldemort stated simply. “I got a glimpse of her mind, and she has almost no memory. What has happened?” inquired Voldemort.

“Draco would be best to answer that, but he has briefed me. For the past two weeks or so she has been shunned by Potter and his little followers, and on the train ride home one of the many Weasley’s offspring attacked her, causing her to hit her head and lose her memory,” Lucius passed on what his son had told him.

“She really is a Malden, but she has not been raised as one. We could be making a grave mistake by taking her in, her memory will return, and when it does, what’s to say she won’t betray us?” To Lucius, Voldemort sounded a bit to worried about her running back to the blood traitors.

“There’s nothing we can do but wait it out, Cissa and Viv arranged a wedding before the children were even born, perhaps that will happen before.”

“But still, it is possible,” pondered Voldemort.

“Very possible, but it could also be our best move,” Lucius stated simply.

“Though I love wizard’s chess, I wouldn’t play if we were the pieces.”

“We could permanently fix her memory, after all we are wizards,” Lucius suggested.

“The wizarding world might know me as the foul, evil ‘He-who-must-not-be-named’, but I could never harm Devon’s child. She must do as she sees fit, you may go, my friend.” Now being truly dismissed Lucius went to find his family.

Meanwhile after being dismissed by Voldemort, Narcissa, Draco, Blaise and Hermione hung around waiting for Lucius to join them so that they could return home. Narcissa was busy making plans for the party she was to host the following night, she had a note pad floating around her with an enchanted quill taking notes as she spoke.

“So, what did you think?” Draco asked after about ten minutes of silent wait.

“About what?” she asked with a dry chuckle.

“All of it.”

“Do you want an honest answer, or would you like a ‘please me answer’?” she asked curtly.

“How about an honest answer,” Draco smiled.

“Well for starters I wasn’t comfortable and I don’t think I like him,” she told him.

“How come?” Blaise asked, his interest caught at the mention of her dislike of the Dark Lord.

“Don’t know, just a feeling. Draco, could we go now or do we have to wait for your father?” she asked clearly uneasy.

“Mother?” Draco called to his mother silently asking to leave.

“Go ahead dears. We’ll be home shortly, take this to the house elves,” she said ripping the page from the note pad and handing it to he son. “Tell them to get busy, tomorrow must be perfect.”

“Blaise, go home and pack, come stay with us for the rest of the summer. If you want you can invite Pansy to come too,” Draco told Blaise.

“If you wanted to get rid of me, why invite me back,” winked Blaise.

“Just go,” smiled Draco.

“Fine, I’ll come tomorrow morning. And I think I’ll need Pansy. Later mate.”

“Later,” then turned to Hermione. “Here, take my hand and hold on tight,” and he disapparated them away.

“I’m sorry we had to side-along, but you can only apparate in if you have the Malfoy blood. Tinky,” Draco called for his elf. The little elf appeared seconds after bowing deeply.

“Master called Tinky.”

“Yes, Tinky, my mother has asked me to hand this to you and she has asked you and the other elves to get busy,” Draco spoke to the little elf all the while his back was turned to a very pale Hermione.

“Master Draco-” the little elf had detected something wrong with Hermione but Draco cut her off before she had the opportunity to warn him.

“Just go Tinky, mother wants everything to be perfect,” elves are know for their obedience and this was a top of notch elf, so shaking her head she popped out of sight.

“I don’t think my parents will be much longer but if you’d like we can have dinner without them, what do you think?” as Draco spoke to her he kept his back turned as he removed his death eater’s robe.

“Or maybe, you’ll just like to be alone,” he said now turning to face her. Her face was pale and her eyes lightly unfocused.

“You know, in the pureblooded world, it is impolite not to answer,” he moved closer to her.

Silence.

“Hermione? Are you okay?”

As Draco moved closer to her, Hermione’s world blurred, then fell deep into darkness. Draco was just able to catch her before she hit the ground. He lifted her limp body and carried her up to his room. He double checked her body to make sure he hadn’t hurt her while apparating them home, she was whole.

“Hermione,” he shook her lightly.

“Hermione, can you hear me,” he shook her a little harder this time.

Hermione could hear Draco’s voice, but it sounded miles away. She was having a tough time trying to keep her mind focused. Different memories kept flying through her mind at the speed of light, memories that Hermione did not recognize, was she getting her memory back? She wanted to, but the images were moving too fast, she couldn’t focus. She opened her eyes to find Draco’s worried face hovering over hers.

“Hey, you okay?” his voice was soft and filled with relief.

She looked into his eyes as a focus point. “I’m okay,” her whispered words calmed his racing heart. The voice of reason told him that it was okay to move away now, but his body wanted to move closer and it did just that.

“There’s something I’ve wanted to do for the longest time,” he said as he took a loose strand of hair in between his fingers.

“And what’s that?” she could feel a light blush burning her cheeks.

Draco leaned back and climbed onto bed with her, he laid on his side and Hermione turned to face him.

“I’m not sure if I should, but I really want to,” the look in his eyes sent shivers down her back.

Draco caressed her bottom lip with his thumb, and to his surprise it felt softer then it looked. With his index finger under her chin, he pulled her face closer and lightly touched his lips to hers. He moaned softly when she opened her mouth and returned the kiss full throttle. With his right hand he pulled her body flush against his without breaking their kiss.

When Draco broke the kiss she groaned softly at the loss of his lips, only to moan louder as he found a particular sensitive spot at the base of her neck. Before long Hermione’s dress was in a pile on the floor leaving her with only a pair of black lacy knickers.

“You look beautiful,” he said moving back to get a better look.

“Yes, I must agree,” came the sly voice of Blaise Zabini. He had arrived moments after the Malfoys, and Narcissa had sent him to fetch Draco and Hermione for dinner.

“There best be a decapitated body in my house for you to burst into my room without knocking, or perhaps you just have a death wish,” Draco turned swiftly throwing a hex at Blaise. Blaise dodged the hex with no trouble at all, he looked up to see Draco push a very embarrassed Hermione behind him. “I wasn’t expecting you till morning,” Draco said a bit confused.

“That was the plan, but my mum has guests, so I came as soon as the elves were done packing my bags. But I can see I’m not welcome here,” he touched his heart and wiped a fake tear. “Next time I’ll let your mum come and get you for dinner,” he chuckled lightly as he straightened himself.

“Tell mother we’ll be down soon, now leave,” Blaise didn’t need to be asked twice. He knew what Draco was capable of and he still wanted an heir to the Zabini name.

“Well, that was something,” Hermione said after Blaise closed the door behind him. Draco could tell that she was trying hard to avoid eye contact and to calm herself.

“Look at me,” he asked her softly.

“We should go before your mum comes for us, don’t you think,” Hermione said sliding to the edge of the bed.

Draco grabbed her upper arm and turned her to face him.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered making eye contact.

“Well I’m not, I was actually enjoying myself when we were interrupted. I wish you weren’t,” he told her, for a moment she saw hurt in his eyes. But just for a moment, as it was soon replaced by indifference.

“I’m not sorry about what we did…”

“But?”

“Let’s just take it slow, okay? I have lots to sort through, and I… well, have some feelings for you, I think.” There; she had said it. These feelings felt old but she had very selective memory of old, and that in Hermione’s book really sucked.

“That sounds good to me, we’ll take it at your pace,” she could take her time, soon she would be his anyway. After all, they were betrothed.

“Thank you Draco. So, shall we join them for dinner?” she asked with a sly smile gracing her beautiful features.

“Is that what you want?” he asked.

“For now,” she teased.

Draco transfigured some of his clothes for her to wear for dinner.

“Tomorrow before the party we need to take a trip to Diagon alley, otherwise I’m going to have no clothes left by the time we return to school,” he smiled as he handed her a short but decent skirt and a nice halter top. Truth be told he could transfigure her a whole wardrobe and still have a decent one for himself. They dressed silently and headed down to meet the family for dinner.

Half way through dinner a little hose elf tugged the hem of Hermione’s skirt.

“Hello,” Hermione greeted the little creature.

“Daisy is very sorry to interrupt your dinner, but Daisy had to see with her own eyes. Lord Malfoy, Daisy really is sorry to interrupt the family’s dinner,” the little elf, dressed in a little sun dress with daisies printed on it, bowed so low that her pointy nose touched the ground.

“It’s fine Daisy. You have always been welcome in this house,” Lucius smiled and the little elf beamed up at him.

“Hermione, this is Daisy. Daisy was your mother’s favorite elf,” Narcissa introduced the little elf.

“Daisy and the other elves have been keeping the manor. Master Devon told us to keep everything until you returned home and now young mistress is here. When is Mistress coming home?” Daisy asked expectantly.

“Home? I hadn’t even thought about that,” Hermione said.

“I’ve heard of your Manor,” Blaise gave her a small smile.

“Will you come with me Draco? We could go tomorrow,” she asked.

“Tomorrow might not be a good idea, we have to go shopping and at night we have the party. But we can go the day after, that way we can go and spend the whole day,” Draco told her.

“Shopping? I wanna go shopping,” said Pansy walking in to join them. “I apologize Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy but I just received Blaise’s owl and my parents couldn’t wait to get rid of me,” she apologized to the Malfoys for her intrusion.

“It’s fine dear, would you like a plate?” Narcissa loved having guests, and when Pansy accepted Cissa called Tinky to set the girl a plate.

Hermione told the little elf that she would come in two days, Daisy beamed and disappeared, leaving the family to finish their dinner. After dinner Blaise and Pansy excused themselves to their rooms. Draco, Pansy and Blaise had pretty much grown up together so each had a room at the other’s house. It was just easier that way. Hermione had been shown to a room also, it was tastefully decorated with silver and light blue. Portraits of her parents decorated the walls, so she assumed this room had been especially decorated for her. She made a mental note of checking out Blaise’s and Pansy’s room also, but that would have to wait till morning.

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Hermione was standing in a dark hallway, behind her was infinite darkness and ahead stood a proud gargoyle examining her with interest. She considered walking back towards the darkness but when she looked at the gargoyle once again she saw it wink and beckon her to it. Once she stood in front of the gargoyle she was hit with a feeling of deja-vu, she knew this place.

“Password?” asked the Gargoyle.

“I don’t have a password,” Hermione told him.

“What’s your name child?” asked the gargoyle.

“My name is Hermione.”

“Well Hermione, my name is Fred. Dumbledore thinks gargoyle is just unnecessarily long. Why are you here child?” asked Fred.

“I… well I… I don’t know,” answered Hermione clearly confused.

“I was told you would be coming, you are a witch and as a witch your magic is trying to heal you. Behind me is something you seek, so I’m going to ask you one more time. Password please,” smiled Fred.

“Unity,” Hermione surprised herself when the words came easily out of her lips.

“Thank you,” said Fred stepping aside to let Hermione pass.

When Hermione walked into the room, the scene playing before her was oddly strange. She knew there was a conversation going on but yet she heard no sound, she paid close attention to the movement of their lips. One thing she found out about herself here was that she could not read lips that well. She could pick up few words here and there, but they made no sense to her.

“How is your mission coming along?” The man with a long silver beard asked looking directly at her. Everyone else in the room froze, as if time had just been paused.

“My what?”

“I see that Mr. Weasley has done real damage, but not to worry. You are Hermione Granger, recently proved to be the last living Malden, a member of the Order of the Phoenix who has been given the mission of infiltrating into Voldemort’s circle,” Dumbledore explained.

“That would explain why I feel like I don’t belong, can I come home then?” Hermione asked.

“I’m afraid not child, you must see this through,” sighed the old Professor.

“But how can I see it through, if I don’t even know what ‘it’ is,” Hermione stomped her foot down in clear sign of frustration.

“You obviously haven’t lost all your memory, there are spells that return what you have lost,” Dumbledore told her simply.

But just as Hermione was about to ask for one, a bright light filled the room, she blinked her eyes trying to adjust to the brightness, only to realize she was back at ‘her’ room at Malfoy Manor.

Morning came too soon for Hermione. Dreams and nightmares, she couldn’t tell witch was worse, kept waking her through the night. She didn’t want it to be morning yet but the bright light shining through window, told her it wouldn’t be ignored. Finally giving in, she got up and went into the bathroom.

“Good morning,” said her image framed in the mirror. Hermione startled a bit, there were some things in the wizarding world that she never got used to. And a talking reflection in the mirror was one of them.

“Rough night?” asked the reflection as Hermione examined the dark circles under her eyes.

“You could say that,” Hermione mumbled as she stripped of her clothes and took a hot shower. As expected she felt and looked a little better. Hermione had many dreams last night but only kept playing over and over again in her mind. Right now she wished she had an ‘on and off’ to her mind, this dream was starting to get on her nerves.

She still couldn’t figure out the dream, no matter how many times she ran it through her head. She needed books, because if her dream had been some form of message instead of just a dream, than she had a mission to accomplish. She needed spell books, because above all she needed her memory back.

A/N: so there you have it, hope you guys liked it. Let me know what you think.
Luv Nina