Mon Couteau Aiguise
gillianeliza
“And you understand, I assume, the implications of wearing a piece of jewelry such as the one you have around your wrist?” Professor Snape asked.
Hermione looked down at the bracelet in question, remembering the warm and joyful sensation of it first being clasped around her. The words Draco had spoken – will you have me? Will you accept me?
“I do, sir,” she answered in her best impersonation of confidence.
“But Miss Granger… I must ask – do you understand the cost?”
Her brows pulled together.
“The cost, sir?”
“The Dark Lord will return, girl... When he returns, Lucius – and I for that matter – must resume our places at his side.” Hermione still said nothing, which she could tell surprised her potions professor greatly, so he continued. “What do you think will happen to Draco when his father once again becomes a follower of the Dark Lord?”
The sticky dread clawed its way up her throat, as if choking her. Tears welled in the corners of her eyes as she thought of the implications.
“So I ask you again, Miss Granger, do you understand the cost?”
This work is a dark, Death Eater Hermione AU that begins during third year. Eventual canon divergence.
Words: 137204 (WIP as of 9/30/22)
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