Chapter 42
Prompt: Why are you sitting at my table?
Draco’s feet were like lead as he drudged the familiar path from his bedroom to the dining room. Being summoned by the Dark Lord was increasing in frequency and while he’d been lucky enough to avoid his wrath, his luck was bound to run out.As he pushed the door to the dining room open, Draco’s mouth hung open in surprise as he saw a familiar face. He rapidly schooled his face into a more neutral one and took his spot at the table next to their unexpected guest.
Under his breath he murmured, “Why are you sitting at my table?”
Brown eyes snapped up to his and before she could answer, Voldemort interrupted. “You see, Draco, you’ve been such a failure at your task that we recruited a new willing participant.”
Silence filled the room as all eyes watched the three of them with growing interest. Draco scrambled to understand as Hermione slowly turned to face Voldemort.
Cutting through the silence, a sinister smile began to grow on Hermione’s face as she proclaimed, “I’m here to serve, my Lord. They will never see me coming.”