The shade of light

Title: The shade of light

Summary: Voldemort takes over Hogwarts and makes Draco his heir, but Draco spies for the light... Things get even worse when Hermione becomes his slave. He loves her but Voldemort can\'t find out about it...

*Special thanks to my lovely beta-reader: Christi Csonka*


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Chapter five: Troubles

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She turned around, with a piece of parchment in her hands. Tears were running over her colorless cheeks as she looked up at him. He bent over her and opened his mouth to say something, but she cut him off.


“You Bastard!” she yelled, slapping his cheek and pushing him away from her. Draco looked confused and hurt, his hand was against his cheek, which was glowing.


Hermione was looking at him, her cheeks flushed with anger.
When Draco finally got over the shock and was able to speak again, he asked angrily, “What is your problem?”


“What is my problem? What Is My Problem?” she repeated him. “You know damn well what my problem is! You’re an awful liar!”


Draco’s jaw dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?”


“Cut the crap, Malfoy!” Hermione exclaimed, obviously fighting back tears. “And to think I even slept with you! You had me right where you wanted me... In your fucking bed! Now I remember why I should hate you.”


“Mione, I…” Draco began but once again Hermione cut him off.


“Don’t you dare call me that! It’s Granger to you!”


“I don’t understand,” Draco said, getting a little bit desperate. ‘Why is she acting like this? What did I get myself into?’


She rolled her eyes in annoyance and threw the letter at him, then marched away into the bathroom, grabbing a book on her way. “Asshole.” He heard her mutter underneath her breath.


With a frown on his face he watched her march away, her hands clenched in tight fists and her eyes watering. He sighed and picked up the letter she threw at his feet.


Granger,


As you might know already, Draco and I are getting married. At first, I wanted him to get rid of you, but now I have a better use for you. You will serve me, isn’t that nice. You will wash my clothes, clean our(with that I mean Draco and me) private suite, bring us food whenever we want and you will have to obey me at all times. Is that clear?
I hope you didn’t get too attached to Draco. You knew he loved me, right? Oh you didn’t, that’s so sweet!
Anyway, get over it! If I see you drool over my Draco, I’ll kill you.


Mrs. Pansy Malfoy
P.S. If I were you, I wouldn’t let my husband read this letter. It’s far too embarrassing for you, don’t you think?
He hHe had to read the letter over twice before he finally understood what was going on. Pansy was trying to turn Hermione against him. The jealous little bitch.


He looked at the bathroom door, but knew it wouldn’t help if he talked to her now, she had to cool down a bit. The anger that was building up inside him had reached the ultimate height. Biting on his lip he decided it was better to deal with Pansy first, before he tried to work things out with Hermione.


He slammed the door shut on his way out, receiving weird glances from his guards. Not that he noticed, the only thing on his mind was fixing this mess Pansy made.


By the time he got near Pansy’s room, his lip was bleeding. “Let me through,” he ordered one of the guards.


“She is not here,” the guard spoke, “she ordered to give you a message.”


“Well?” Draco asked impatiently, “I don’t have all day.”


“S-She said she would be in the Master’s room waiting for you to plan your wedding,” the guard stuttered, obviously afraid of him.


He groaned in frustration and walked away, without thanking the guard.
‘This is getting absurd! She even informed Voldemort... What if he agrees? I’ll have to marry Pansy, I can’t deny him. Fuck, I better get there as soon as possible?’


Draco ran into Voldemort’ s tower, panting. He saw Pansy sitting on the couch with his father and Voldemort, having a tea party. ‘Oh No! This isn’t happening!’


Voldemort spoke when the three noticed him. “Hello, Draco. How nice of you to join us.”


Draco bowed. “May I speak to Pansy for a moment?” he asked, trying to control his anger.


“Well, whatever you have to say to her, you will have to say here. We were just planning your wedding,” Lucius said, looking at him with a proud in in his eyes. “You made a good decision, son.”


‘I can’t believe this... That bitch!’ “I think there has been a mistake, I don’t want to marry Pansy,” Draco said firmly, seeing the look in his father’s eyes change into anger.


Pansy began to cry while Voldemort sat there with a smirk on his face. “That isn’t very nice of you, Draco. You made Pansy cry.” Voldemort smirked.


Draco could swear that Voldemort was enjoying this. He didn’t know what to do, should he comfort Pansy? No way! Nor was he going to apologise to her, she was the one who caused this mess and she was obviously faking it!


“Besides,” Voldemort suddenly continued, “I think this wedding is a wonderful idea, probably because it’s my idea. Pansy came to me and explained the predicament you’re in. I want you to work on producing an heir from a decent person, one who is worthy of you. I didn’t have an heir, but I want you to have one. Pansy here, is the perfect wife for you.”


Draco began to wonder if Voldemort knew he loved Hermione. “But why Pansy, why can’t I chose my wife?” Draco asked, but regretted it the moment he said it. Speaking against Voldemort could be your death.


Voldemort raised an eyebrow. “Do you have one in mind?”


Draco swallowed. Of course he had. “No,” he spoke softly, he knew he couldn’t tell them.


“Well then, you will marry Pansy next Friday.” Voldemort smirked, motioning for him to sit down.


Very reluctantly, he sat down next to Pansy, who suddenly stopped crying, not giving her any attention. She didn’t deserve any.


“There will be a big wedding, of course,” Pansy began, “I want bride mates, a dozen of them. Boys and girls. I want a black dress with a very long veil. On our honeymoon, we’ll go to an island like Ibiza. There we’ll start working on an heir, right darling?” She spoke, squeezing his knee.


Draco sat there not able to breathe properly, he couldn’t stand this one more second. ‘I have to ask Dumbledore for advise. I don’t want to marry Pansy, that’s my worst nightmare! Why is she doing this to me?’


“Excuse me,” he said, standing up and walking out of the room. This situation was suffocating him. He leaned against the wall, trying to catch his breath.


“Are you alright?”


He heard Pansy’s faked concerned voice behind him. He knew she was enjoying this as much as Voldemort did, they were so evil! Always playing games. He turned around and glared at her.


“Why are you doing this? You know I don’t want you!”


She raised an eyebrow, looking somewhat hurt. “Draco, honey…”


“Don’t call me that!” Draco exclaimed, noticing he was repeating Hermione’s words.


Pansy sighed and smirked at him. “I know who you want, Voldemort knows it too. And you know what? You’re not going to get what you want this time. This time I’ll get what I want.... I want you! You are mine!” she exclaimed, pushing him against the wall.


“How dare you call me yours? I am not yours! I will never be yours, Ever!” Draco spat, pushing her away from him and walking back to his room.


“But... We’re not finished discussing our wedding,” Pansy called after him.


“It’s your wedding! For me, it’s my one-way ticket to hell, so do what you want! It can’t get any worse,” Draco yelled, not looking back.


Pansy raised her eyebrow, watching the “love of her life” walk away and muttered to herself, “Oh yes it can, Draco. If you don’t want me, I will make your life hell, and I know exactly what I have to do to make it so!”


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‘I’m losing grip on the situation, if I ever had any. I have to get some advice about this’


Draco got back to his room and noticed Hermione was still in the bathroom. He paced up and down, a battle going on in his head. It seemed that the only way to clear the mess he had with Hermione was to tell her his biggest secret, well not his biggest... He would have to tell her he’s working for the light, but that would put her in danger. He would rather be fighting with her than put her in harms way. If something happened to him, he would never forgive himself for being so selfish.


And of course there was Pansy, who wanted to marry him. He didn’t know what to do about that either. If he didn’t marry her, he and Hermione would become even more suspicious. He knew Voldemort was aware of his affection for Hermione, but did he know about his love for her? If he knew that, his life would be over. Draco knew that no Death Eater was stupid enough to have feelings for a mudblood. But why would Voldemort test her blood if she was already put aside because she was a muggle born? Though it made no sense, he realized it was probably just a game. If it was, how did Voldemort know that he hadn’t touched her yet? This was getting far too complicated, he really had to get some advice.


He grabbed a piece of parchment and his quill and began to write a letter to Dumbledore. He didn’t know anybody else to write his problems to, since he didn’t have any other friends... real friends.


Dear Albus,


I’m writing you this letter because I’m in trouble. Not in big trouble, they haven’t found out or anything.
It’s better if I start from the beginning. I never thought I would be telling you this, but here goes.
I love Hermione, but now she is my slave. I thought at one point that everything was going just great between the two of us. Pansy knows about my affection for Hermione, but I don’t think she knows about my LOVE for her. Anyway, she can’t stand the fact that I prefer Hermione over her, so she went to Voldemort and told him about me and Hermione. Oh… I forgot to tell you, this may be important, Pansy saw us kissing in the corridor. We had to, it would distract her from asking us what we were doing there. (We were visiting Weasley and looking for Potter)
Voldemort, being Voldemort, arranged a marriage between Pansy and I. Which means I have to marry the woman I hate more than anything, next Friday. Pansy wrote a letter to Hermione about the marriage before I even knew there was going to be one. I just came from Voldemort’s tower when I found Hermione crying. She was very mad at me and at the time I didn’t know why. She gave me the letter Pansy wrote her and basically it said that Hermione has to do everything for Pansy, she even said Hermione should kiss her arse! (sorry for my language)
So I’m in trouble. I’m fighting with Hermione and marrying Pansy. Please give me some advise, I’m feeling completely lost. Telling Hermione about my light side is the only way she’ll believe the fact that I hate Pansy. But that I can’t do, I’ll risk her life for my happiness, which would be selfish of me.

Sincerely,

Draco


He gave his owl the letter. “Take this to Snuffles,” he whispered, remembering Harry’s letter.


After that, he let himself drop on the couch and grabbed a book, even though he knew he was far too restless to really read one. ‘If only Dumbledore had a plan to straighten out this mess. Not only the mess with Hermione and Pansy, but also the mess Voldemort made. If Voldemort was gone Pansy would end up in prison and I could tell Hermione about the real me. So basically, get rid of Voldemort as soon as possible. If only it was that simple... Should I try to talk to Hermione? It’s worth a shot...’


Draco stood up throwing his book away and walked to the bathroom door. “Her… Granger,” he asked, remembering she wanted him to call her that.


No response.


“I want to talk to you. I have to tell you something,” he continued, knowing she wouldn’t answer right away.


Again no response.


“Please, let me talk to you,” he practically begged her. “You are in there, right?”


No response.


‘Why isn’t she answering? I thought she would freak out again, like she did last time. She didn’t kill herself, did she?’ He was getting a little bit nervous and worried. ”At least give me a sign you’re in there.” Draco said, leaning against the wall.


No sign and no response.


“Ok, I’ll just tell you what I have to say. Actually it’s better this way, you won’t talk to me so you can’t interrupt me.” Draco took a deep breath and sat against the door.


“I swear I didn’t know anything about the letter. I didn’t even know about a marriage! Actually, I hate the idea of being married to Pansy, but Voldemort wants me to. He wants me to produce an heir or something like that. As for Pansy, she’s just jealous of you. You know she saw us.. uh... you know, in the corridor after we went to see Weasley? I think that’s the reason she went to Voldemort. Look, irealreally thought of you as just a mudblood or a slave, I wouldn’t be telling you this, would I?”


He heard movement in the bathroom and felt a wave of relief wash over him. Suddenly the door behind him opened, making him fall backwards. He looked right into the face of Hermione, as she stood over him.


“I just want to get another book, I finished this one,” Hermione said, stepping over him.


Draco sighed, he hoped she would believe him...


She walked back, holding the book Draco opened a few minutes ago. “Are you reading this?”


“Yes, well no. Not really,” Draco answered. “Did you hear a single word I said?”


Hermione raised an eyebrow. “Of course I did! And I think you are weird, you know that? You’re Voldemort’s heir and you’re telling me that you don’t see me as a mudblood or a slave. That’s a little bit weird don’t you think? I thought you liked Pansy, at least it looked that way when there was still school. You two were inseparable and now you’re telling me you don’t want to marry her? Also a little bit weird. Now if you would be so kind and MOVE, so I can close the door.” She tapped impatiently with her foot, her hands on her hips, typical Hermione.


Draco had listened to her, and knew there was no point in arguing with her when she was like this. He had seen her act like this around Potter and Weasley, it was one of the things that attracted him to her. She was so passionate when she was angry, even though she tried to hide it. He got up and watched her close the door right in front of his face. If the situation weren’t that serious, he would have laughed.


He walked back to the couch and grabbed a bottle of Baileys; he needed a drink. Just when he was about to take a sip, someone knocked at the door. Draco rolled his eyes in annoyance. “Who is it?”


“Who do you think it is?” The voice of Voldemort penetrated the door.


Draco jumped up. “Master, you don’t have to knock,” he said, running to the door and opening it.


Voldemort walked in and examined the room. “I thought maybe you were busy doing things.”


Draco knew exactly what he meant by things “Do you want a drink?” he asked, motioning for Voldemort to sit down on the couch.


Voldemort nodded and sat down, putting his feet on the table in front of him. “I wanted to see how you were doing, you left so suddenly.” He smirked, taking the glass of Baileys Draco was handing to him.


“I’m doing fine,” Draco said, trying to smirk. It didn’t really work, it turned out to be a half smirk.

“I know you were not informed about this arrangement, but you do agree with this, right.” Voldemort asked, not that Draco could say ‘no’ to that question... “I know Pansy isn’t exactly your first choice... speaking of her, where is she?”

Draco swallowed. ‘As if I’m going to tell him’ he thought. “She’s with the other girls, I think.”


“You think? You can handle her, right?” Voldemort asked amused.


“Of course I can!” Draco exclaimed.


Suddenly Voldemort stood up and walked towards the spot where Draco was standing. “I want you to do something about your weakness for that mudblood. Pansy is of good blood, she’ll produce worthy heirs. That mudblood is nothing,” Voldemort said, looking Draco in the eyes, his wand on Draco’s chest. “You do something, or I’ll get rid of her. Understand?”


Draco nodded. “Yes, Master.”


“You know, I would like to see for myself what is so special about this mudblood. I would like to borrow her sometime, just for a night or so.” Voldemort smirked, lowering his wand. “It’s a shame I already picked out the ones I want for tonight and tomorrow night, maybe later. Right?”


Draco bit the inside of his cheek until it was bleeding. He had to control himself not to strangle the man before him. Voldemort was stepping out of line, he would pay when the time was ready. “Right,” he managed to say.


“Thank you for the drink, Draco.” Voldemort smirked. “I want to be proud of you, make me proud, or pay. The price will be the mudblood, you understand?”


Draco nodded again, opening the door for his Master. Once Voldemort was gone, he threw his glass on the floor in anger and frustration. Collapsing on the floor, he buried his head in his hands. He had made it worse, he had put one of the two people he loved in danger. And he had no clue what to do... ‘I wish Dumbledore was here.’


He didn’t notice the bathroom door open slowly, or someone stepping out, walking towards him. Suddenly he felt a hand in his hair and a kiss being planted on his forehead.


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Hey! That was chapter 5! Hope you liked it, don’t forget to review! Troubles and jealousy are coming up soon! Hugs, Cherish.