Consumed | Hermione x Draco

Hogwarts school for Death Eaters

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Waking up in the dungeons feels different than before, everything feels colder. The moment I shift in bed, my whole body hurts. Every muscle aches. I peek underneath my sleeping shirt and notice that the black veins are barely visible anymore.

"Are you okay?" Daphne asks from across the room.

I jump up and turn toward her. "Totally fine, just had a weird dream," I lie smoothly.

"Did yesterday really happen or was it just a dream? she asks, her voice small. I notice that her eyes flick down to Pansy who is still in bed, her back towards me.

Daphne is so sweet and innocent, I can't see her as a true Death Eater and she is shit at pretending that Pansy didn't set her up for this. Pansy gives up on remaining silent and sits up, sighing deeply and glaring at me.

"What?" I ask her, my eyebrows raised.

"You killed that old man, this whole school is going to shit and I won't be able to get top marks in my N.E.W.T.S," she snaps at me.

I am surprised by her thinking, I thought she would be delighted to not have to follow regular classes. She is going to be the next Lady Malfoy, but didn't think she wanted to get a regular job. "I don't think they are able to change the curriculum that much?" I shrug. "Maybe change Defense Against the Dark Arts to just basic Dark Arts," I offer, since I have no idea what all changes will be, but I can only imagine what the Dark Lord is capable of.

"If you know something, will you warn us?" Pansy asks, the sneer gone from her voice.

"You are pact, you both are and I care about you. Of course I will keep you in the know," I tell them honestly.

"Are you truly on the Dark Lord's side? Killing everyone who disobeys?" Pansy dares to ask.

Her question is direct and much like her usual self, but I can't shake the feeling that she has a deeper meaning for the question. Is she suspecting something, is she looking for an out? Does she have ulterior motives or is she aiming for my spot? I tap into the emotionless side, letting all the warmth drain from my voice, face and eyes. The mask settles easily over my true intentions. "The Dark Lord works towards a brighter and purer future and I am glad to be a part of that."

She nods and glances quickly at Daphne, worry filling her eyes, it's only for a second, before she pulls up her own walls. We all get dressed in silence and make our way towards the Great Hall. There is no laughter and animated talking about homework and classes in the Common Room. The halls are empty and still more dimly lit than normal.

Even though the doors to the Great Hall are open, no voices spill out, only the scraping of cutlery on plates. I am the first to round the corner, Daphne and Pansy are only one step behind, but I feel their shock waving off them. My eyes take everything in, every student is looking down at their plates, Death Eaters walk up and down between the tables with their wands out. While the tables are still in their original setting, there is no distinction anymore between houses, everyone wears fully black floor length robes. I noticed the change in my own robes when I dressed of course, but seeing everyone in them is a whole other sight, we truly look like an army.