Consumed | Hermione x Draco

The Change

Within just a few minutes, everything changed for everybody. People believed that Albus Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix would swoop in and save them all. Now they are looking at his broken body.

I feel the Dark Lord's magic wash over me as he pushes it through the Great Hall. The four colored banners turn to a dark green, almost black, with the Dark Mark displayed on them in silver, shimmering in the light. It's beautiful magic as it whips through the room, dimming the lights and cooling down the once warm room. Even the students are touched by the magic, although I doubt that they can feel it like I do as their robes change colors. The vibrant red, blue, yellow and even the green all turn to black.

The once warm and welcoming Great Hall has turned into an even colder version of the Slytherin Common Room. I demand my magic to spread out over my body and warm me back up.

Every student is still kneeling on the ground, watching us and I feel the gaze of the Dark Lord upon me. I look up at him. A smile tugs on his lips as he takes in my body and rests on my Dark Mark.

Without saying a word he transfigures my clothes, I feel everything that happens. My black shirt and jeans turn to a short black dress, with small straps, a deep neckline and barely covering my arse. My sneakers change into high heels, without cushioning charms to make it bearable, but I bite through the pain. I push down the annoyance I feel creeping up, I know why he does this, he is showing everyone that I am still his to play with. The title Dark Lady is only a title, but he will always be higher in rank than me and able to do what he wants with me.

He pulls me close, the annoyance I started to feel turns to disgust as I feel his cock pressing in my arse. It turns him on, to make me look like a sex toy and show everyone his power, to claim me. His arm wraps around me, hand on my lower stomach with his fingers spread out. I am pressed against his front and I keep my head high as he swipes my hair to the side before pressing a kiss on my pulse point. Normally I would love that, but I feel nothing.

He lifts his lips from my skin and looks forward as he addresses the crowd. "Things are going to change. Severus Snape will be the Headmaster of Hogwarts, Amycus Carrow will take over the Dark Arts and Lucius Malfoy will take over Potions, Fenrir Greyback knows enough of transforming to teach Transfiguration. Each class will get new assignments, from this day forward we are going to really teach you magic. There will be new Prefects and Headboys. If you fail to follow the rules, there will be consequences."

Of course, Ron Weasley tries to be the hero. "Fuck you, I won't follow your rules! Consequences be damned!"

"Hermione," the Dark Lord whispers in my ear and releases me.

I walk down the few steps, the sound of my heels are the only thing breaking through the silence as everybody watches me as I approach Ron. I want to believe that I won't enjoy this, but after all he put me through, I can't help but feel satisfaction for what I am going to do. He is going to be an example for everyone.

"Up," I hiss as I summon my wand from my hollister on my thigh.

He glares at me, but doesn't move.

"I don't like repeating myself, Weasel," I sneer, not even looking around to see the reactions of the other Gryffindors.

Once again he doesn't move and my patience is already almost non-existent. I flick my wand, dragging him up, then stumbles as he follows me to the middle of the hall. The moment I release him of my magic he falls to the ground, kneeling before me.

I keep my wand pointed at him, ready to strike if he dares to make one wrong move. "I can imagine that it is difficult to follow rules with your limited brain cells," I sneer at Ron, which is followed by chuckles throughout the Death Eaters. "I am not even surprised that you are the first one to break them."