Disguise [ SMUT& story]

chapter 1

"You weren't that much of a party girl mione you shouldn't come you wouldn't like it" she remembered what Ron had said. He said that to her 7 years ago. 7 years.. 7 fucking years ago.

After the war, after she had watched all her friends die before her eyes, and after being used continuously for Voldemort's plans , Hermione remembered Ron. Her best friend.

Years after they had lost the war Voldemort found out that potter's little mudblood was still alive and sent multiple death eaters to fetch her. When she was found she was used to improve Voldemort's army.

She could could just refuse to help?

But she couldn't Voldemort had her parents captured and locked up in one of the many rooms at hogwarts. She hadn't seen them in years.

Hermione was a tool..a tool in a tool box being used over and over until she would rust. She had nothing to go to. Nothing to hope for. It was her life...help Voldemort or watch her parents suffer.

Hermione worked with spells and potions but when she would have to kill for the dark lord, she would kill vigorously, violently, desperately. She had a plan, she'd climb ranks and be Voldemort's most trusted death eater. And anyways when he would trust her it was an easy kill.

She would be the one to kill him. Torture him. Make him suffer like her loved ones had to. It was a promise she never let go of.

In order to do so she had to climb higher than Malfoy, Draco fucking Malfoy. He was a dream to looks at but a pity to trust. If she hadn't met him before she'd think his only friend was the dark lord or even the other death eaters.

She had her 35th mission in the following week, Draco led the mission

-kill all the mud blood children at the orphanages. Keep the pure bloods.

Voldemort was a pure blood supremacist he despised Hermione but wanted her for her power. To be fair, It was an easy mission for Hermione she had killed children before. She had looked into their playful eyes and viciously murdered them. She had no choice.

Her missions usually had a particular routine... she's get dressed In her black on black leather death eater outfit. She was a shadow, she was filled with dark magic, expressionless and had murder in her eyes. When she was needed she'd usually go to kill or be forced to watch someone being tortured. She couldn't handle torture it stung her like a wasp. The stinging feeling never left her body.