Alrighty... I am extremely sorry that I haven't updated in so long. It sucks, I know. But I suddenly found myself under serious writer's block, and I had to re-read my story a lot just to get going again. I had written this chapter a while ago, but didn't post it for some reason. So again, I am so sorry. Now... on with the long awaited show!

Oh yeah, I don't own anything other than the plot. The fabulous JK Rowling does, and I am so jealous...


Hermione steered clear of Malfoy for the rest of the weekend, not speaking with him until Sunday night when he was given orders to fetch her from her room. Supposedly Voldemort wished to see her and she hurried down the hall to the same room she had been brought to on the first day at the manor.

"Good, you are here. Now I wanted to speak with you about going back to school. I expect you still want to, no?" He asked as Hermione entered the room.

"Erm… yes, I do… But I didn't think-"

"You didn't think I would let you? I did have second thoughts but I know you are very bright, much like myself at your age, and I knew you would have to return at some point." Voldemort took a swig of what appeared to be Firewhisky and continued speaking.

"But there are just a few things stopping me from letting you return to Hogwarts. We need a believable explanation as to why you were suddenly taken. You didn't think I was going to just let you return with no reason did you?" He gave a half-hearted laugh.

Hermione thought about this for a second. She knew she couldn't just waltz back into the castle claiming she was the daughter of the Dark Lord, people would think her to be absurd. But what would she use for an explanation?

"We could use a Memory charm," offered Lucius, to which she responded quickly.

"It would be rather tricky to put a charm on the whole school, don't you think?" she said hotly.

"No, you stupid girl-" he started to reply, and received a piercing glare from Voldemort. "I meant… We would put the charm on you, and give you a quick explanation."

"Well that wouldn't work, she would forget about this whole thing!" Voldemort said, raising his voice. "And I certainly do not want to have to explain this to her more than once."

"Right, sorry my lord." Lucius mumbled quickly.

"Well we need a passable explanation of her absence, one that also includes her having to leave every weekend from now on."

"Why would I be leaving every weekend?" Hermione asked.

"I want you to come here, just on weekends, to give me an update so to say. I want to know what is going on in that school."

"I will not be your spy!" she said loudly and defiantly.

"Oh, don't think of it as spying, much less as relaying important information to a source once and a while." Voldemort took another swig of the liquid, laughing slightly to himself.

"Well won't! I won't be a spy under Dumbledore's nose, much less Harry or Ron's!" Hermione was now getting very upset.

"You will do as I say. Remember, we will need no explanation if you are dead. I suppose it would be much easier that way." The room fell silent at these words. "Speaking of which, I do not want you around Mr. Weasley or…" a dark look loomed on his face. "Harry Potter."

"What do you mean? They are my friends, and now I can't be around them at all?"

"Oh you will be around them eventually, but not for long. Actually, you won't be at Hogwarts for much longer anyway." Hermione did not need an explanation of what he had just said. She knew he planned on murdering Harry and, she guessed, Ron also, and ending the school forever. This thought made her feel more scared then ever, but suddenly felt a burst of power.

"I won't. You can't stop me from seeing them." She knew she was being a bit too bold and expected an eruption to occur, but Voldemort ignored her.

"You will be taken out of Gryffindor and put into Slytherin also."

"What? No!" Hermione screamed. Again, Voldemort ignored her.

"You will be under the watchful eye of Draco, here." He said pointing to Malfoy. Hermione just stood there, lost for words, appalled that she would be stuck with the ferret for the rest of her days at Hogwarts.

"I can take care of myself, you know." Again, too bold… she thought, but Voldemort simply took another drink from his bottle.

Hermione was lost in thought, thinking now of a good explanation, an excuse almost, for why she was gone. She figured it was a waste of time dwelling on the fact that she would be miserable at school and focused on a plan of action. But inside she wished she was home, with her other parents, instead of here…

"Erm… I have an idea," she said, a perfect plan popping into her head.

"Well what is it then?"

"I could… erm… say that I had a family emergency, that my… erm… father had to be rushed to emergency or something… and that Mrs. Weasley took me to him right away…" Voldemort said nothing for a moment, the thought rolling around in his head.

"Yes, I suppose that might work. I can think it over tonight and have a perfected plan for you tomorrow morning. You should go to bed now, I believe." He ushered her away with a wave of his hand, taking yet another swig of his drink. "Ah yes," he added, "Draco, please accompany her."

Hermione rolled her eyes. It was bad enough she had to spend her days at Hogwarts with him; she wanted her last night at the manor for herself. She left the chamber with Malfoy following her.

"So…" she started, trying to fill the awkward silence that hung in the air like fog. Malfoy said nothing, keeping a small but noticeable distance from her side.

"Er… Are you-" but she was cut off when he suddenly pushed her into the wall.

"Enough of the small talk." He whispered. He flicked his tongue in Hermione's ear, making her shiver and then shake uncontrollably, a very familiar feeling washing over her.

"I am going to be stuck with you for the rest of our days at that dreadful school, so I thought I'd make them worthwhile."

He kissed her full on the lips and Hermione didn't move, the stunned feeling of shock still in place. Malfoy then proceeded to trail kisses down her neck and returned to her lips, giving her one last long kiss.

"Besides, you know what they say… Keep your friends close and your enemies closer… Or in this case, much closer…" he whispered, the smug smile on his face again as though it was etched in his face permanently. He straightened up, smirking, and left Hermione frozen to the wall.

She woke up the next morning very early from the same nightmare involving the clown and the lips, and was unable to go back to sleep. There was no point anyways, she figured, because Voldemort would probably send someone to wake her up early. She just prayed it wasn't Malfoy.

That was another reason Hermione was wide-awake; she was thinking about last night. She wondered why he felt that way about her, because there was really nothing about her she felt appealing to him. After all, he had called her Mudblood for as long as she could remember and he hated her – or so he acted. Or maybe he was just playing a cruel joke… Her thoughts were abruptly disrupted by a knock at the door.

"Lord Voldemort wishes you to be downstairs in 10 minutes Miss Riddle." Called a muffled voice from the other side of the door.

Hermione gulped, very reluctant to get up and go down there. But she got up and dressed, then descended down the stairs and went into the meeting room.

"Sit." Voldemort commanded her as she entered. "I have worked out exactly what you are going to do."

Hermione said nothing, looking over at Malfoy who was staring back at her, a slight smirk on his face. She waited for Voldemort to speak, and when he didn't she said, "Well, uh… what is the plan?"

An evil grin spread across his face. "Nothing." He said simply.

"What do you mean, nothing?"

"I mean you are going to do absolutely nothing at all. Well, Hermione Granger will, but you won't." Hermione sat confused, looking up at her father, waiting for him to explain further and relieve her of the confusion, when she realized what he meant.

"No! Please! Don't-" but she was cut off when Voldemort pointed his wand at her.

"Imperio."

Hermione's head suddenly felt very empty. She felt like she was floating, with no worries or cares, a feeling of utter happiness washing over her. She heard Voldemort's distant voice,

You will go to the school. You will go straight to Dumbledore and explain to him that an unidentifiable Death Eater kidnapped you and that you finally escaped. You will also tell him that you are currently dating Draco Malfoy and that it is his greatest wish that you switch to Slytherin for your safety. If he objects you will say that you wish to switch as well and will refuse to go back to Gryffindor. No matter what you will stay as close to Draco as you can, and under no circumstances shall you go near Harry Potter or Ron Weasley. After the first day I will modify your memory to suit the new arrangements. Oh, and to make this as believable as possible, you will act as thought you are going out with Draco - at all times. Just in case someone suspects something.

"Wonderful…" Hermione replied dreamily and left the room to fetch her things before she was to depart to Hogwarts.

"I must say that went better than expected My Lord," Lucius said.

"I meant what I said, however. Draco, you must stay as close to her as possible at all times. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, My Lord."

"Very well then, you may leave." Malfoy and Lucius bowed and left the room.

Hours later, Hermione, still under the curse, was standing just outside the castle doors with Malfoy. She leaned in and kissed him and he jumped back.

"What are you doing?" He muttered, looking shocked. Hermione's eyes glazed over.

"She is following orders. Now go inside," a dark voice said through her lips.

Malfoy did as he was told and they went inside, proceeding directly to Dumbledore's office as planned. Saying the password, Malfoy stepped onto the revolving stairs, closely followed by Hermione. His father had told him the password.

He knocked on the door and Dumbledore's muffled voice said "Come in,". As Hermione opened the door Dumbledore stood up, looking slightly shocked.

"Miss Granger? May I ask you to explain?" Voldemort forced a smile onto the girl's face.

"I was taken by a Death Eater." She said simply. Malfoy could see Voldemort did not want her to go too in-depth.

"Well that I assumed. And I must also assume that you escaped?"

"Yes."

"Well it is wonderful to have you back with us!" Dumbledore said, smiling. "I am sure Mr. Weasley and Mr. Potter would be delighted to see you; not to mention all of Gryffindor-"

"Well, no. I am currently going with Draco and he thinks it best if I switch to Slytherin for my protection, to be around him."

"Is this true?" Dumbledore asked, a frown on his face.

"Yes, it is." Malfoy said, finally speaking up.

"Well…" Dumbledore thought about this for a moment, the frown firmly intact. "I suppose… As long as you agree, Miss Granger?"

"I do."

"Indeed… Well, I suggest you proceed to the Great Hall now, dinner has just begun." Voldemort forced another fake smile on Hermione's face and she left Dumbledore's office with her hand placed firmly in Malfoy's.

Once quite away from the office, Hermione turned to the doors to leave the school and Malfoy inquired as to where she was going.

"The memory charm, Draco." She replied in the hollow, dark voice. They proceeded out the doors and down out to the gates, where a hooded Death Eater was hiding, waiting for them.

The Death Eater, who turned out to be Lucius Malfoy, removed the imperius curse and said a series of spells to modify Hermione's memory. Lucius had made sure Hermione remembered that she was Voldemort's daughter and heir, but also made her think she was currently dating Draco and that she was switching to Slytherin. He also made it clear that Harry Potter and all relating friends were not to be spoken to. But the most important thing, which he made sure she understood, was that she was not to tell anyone about her real father and the situation at hand.

So Hermione and Malfoy headed back up to the castle and into the Great Hall. Dinner was half way through, and Hermione spotted Harry and Ron sitting at the Gryffindor table. Normally, she would sit down with them. But she turned her head to the front and walked, head held high, to the Slytherin table and sat down next to Malfoy.

By this time, the Great Hall was completely silent. Then, like a tidal wave, whispers filled the hall and overwhelmed Hermione. But she simply ignored them and smiled, looking at Malfoy and then helping herself to some food.

"She's back!"

"Why is she over there?"

"She was taken by You-Know-Who!"

"What is she doing?"

"Just ignore them." Malfoy whispered in her ear.

"I plan to, but why are they so uptight?"

"Well, you were taken from the castle unexpectedly, and then suddenly show up and sit in a different house with me."

"That's true. I just wish they would stop staring," Hermione replied, looking uneasy at the faces staring back at her.

Meanwhile, Harry and Ron sat at the Gryffindor table, with shocked looks on their faces.

"What is she doing with Malfoy!?" Ron said, stunned.

"Why is she at the Slytherin table!?" Harry replied, equally stunned. Even Ginny, who knew Hermione usually had good reasoning for her actions, sat confused and almost as shocked as her brother.

Hermione noticed that Ron and Harry were staring, mouths open, at her and Malfoy. But she knew that she wasn't permitted to speak to them, so she tried to avoid their stare.

Malfoy took Hermione's hand and they got up, ready to leave. But as soon as they stood, Dumbledore entered the Great Hall, ready to make a speech.

"Good evening, students. As I told you previously, a student had been taken from us. Well, it delights me to say that she has returned to us, unharmed. I will not give you any details of her absence, so naturally, you will find out. So will you all join me in giving a warm welcome-back to Miss Hermione Granger!" Dumbledore placed his hands together, clapping joyously. There was little applause from the school, but Ginny started clapping loudly and elbowed Ron to follow. Soon the hall was filled with the ring of applause.

Hermione just smiled. Little did she know, Dumbledore had just left the Great Hall and was currently serving as a detective on Hermione's disappearance. He was being so thorough, Sherlock Holmes would've been jealous.


So... there you have it. I am almost done the next chapter too, so it won't be another long wait for you guys. Hope you liked it, and thanks again for those reviews! I love em!