Tales from the Dark Side

Chapter 1

A/N – This is the third of my new collections, and every collection piece features a DARK HERMIONE! As always with Dark Hermione stories, I understand that not everyone likes them so I like to give fair warning, that way any complaints I may receive about Hermione being dark are ignored since I've warned people. For those who like me love a dark Hermione, I hope you enjoy this collection. The collection is rated M, for dark times and sexual scenes.

Like the other collections I'm posting, each chapter is from a different universe, and set at different times. The only similarities in the stories is that the majority of the time she is either Voldemort's daughter or granddaughter, and more often than not she is already involved with Draco. I want to work nearly all of these collection pieces into full stories, but for now these are just collections of the ideas that play around in my head, but as of yet don't have a full length story to go into. In a longer story, details would be fleshed out and certain scenes would be longer, but right now they make perfect bite sized stories.

As for publishing, there will be no set schedule as I'll update when I've got a new collection piece to publish, and at times there might by months in between updates.

Onto the first story – Blood Wedding. This story is in a universe where Harry and his friends attended all seven years of school, with no battle at the Ministry in fifth year, and no Death Eaters in school in sixth. This part of the tale takes place two years after the end of school. Enjoy!

Blood Wedding.

Harry Potter warily walked the perimeter of the small hotel where his two best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, were due to be married in less than an hour. Truth be told, he would have preferred it if they'd held off on getting married until after Voldemort had finally been dealt with. However, the pair had been adamant that they weren't going to let Voldemort dictate how they would run their lives. Harry actually admired their attitude, but things were easier for them than it was for him. He was the one who had to take Voldemort out, and even though Hermione and Ron had helped him invaluably, Harry knew that at the end of the day things would come down to a straight out battle between himself and Voldemort.

In actual fact, the final battle had almost happened two years previously, on the day Harry and his friends graduated from Hogwarts. In the middle of the graduation ceremony, Voldemort and his Death Eaters had raided the school. Almost immediately all of the Slytherins had joined Voldemort, as well as a few students from the other houses. What followed was a vicious battle, cumulating in a showdown between Voldemort and the headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore.

Sadly for the light, Dumbledore was fatally wounded by a curse thrown by The Dark Lord. However, before he died he'd managed to wound Voldemort and the dark wizard was forced to leave before he could deal with Harry. In the two years since that battle, Voldemort hadn't been seen or heard of, although his Death Eaters continued to fight in his name. The Order were hoping he was back like he'd been following the deaths of Harry's parents, but Harry wasn't as sure. While he was confident Dumbledore had done something to hinder Voldemort, he didn't think he'd reduced him to the bodiless being he'd been all those years ago.

While the Order had continued to fight the Death Eaters, they'd also tried to move on with their lives. Sadly, Harry couldn't just carry on as though a battle to the death wasn't imminent. Instead he'd been so worried about the effect his presence was having on the Order, that he'd withdrawn from them. He still saw them regularly, and he still relied on them for support, but he didn't let himself get settled anywhere. He was constantly on the move, and he hoped his nomadic lifestyle would make it harder for Voldemort to work out where he was at any given time.

Even with the threat of Voldemort not being as potent, Harry had still insisted on the security surrounding the hotel being top notch. As such the Order had been strengthening the wards around the hotel for the past week. Harry had personally booked the hotel for the entire week, and he'd made sure every member of staff had been personally vetted by either Tonks or Kingsley. Now with less than an hour to the wedding, all the guests had arrived and Harry was confident no-one could breach the wards surrounding the hotel.

Satisfied with the wards, Harry turned around and slowly made his way back to the hotel where Ron was anxiously waiting for him to act as his best man. As Harry disappeared into the hotel, he failed to notice a shadowy figure emerging from some trees, just outside the boundary of the hotel. With a flick of his wrist, the mysterious figure altered all the wards surrounding the hotel. Despite the Order's vigilance, they hadn't considered that the dark had gotten to the hotel first and had already erected wards that would counteract any wards the Order erected without alerting them that the wards had been broken.

"We're in," The figure announced as more dark figures started to appear around the hotel. "Everyone get ready."

While the figures began placing themselves strategically around the hotel, a tall blond wizard walked straight through the wards and onto the hotel premises. When nothing happened, and none of the Order came running, the blond turned and smirked at the leader of their group.

"As we thought, it worked perfectly," Draco Malfoy announced.

"Good," Voldemort replied with a nod, his face breaking out into an evil grin at the thought of finally getting his revenge on Harry Potter and the Order. "Now go and make sure my daughter is ready."

"Yes, My Lord," Draco said with a respectful nod, before he turned and darted off towards the hotel.

Draco easily avoided the guests and staff as he snuck into the hotel via a side entrance. He'd visited the hotel enough times in the lead up to the wedding to know exactly where he was going. Using the back staircase, which was rarely used, Draco headed to the top floor. On the top floor was the honeymoon suite, where the bride was currently getting ready. Checking his watch, and hoping The Dark Lord's daughter was running on time, Draco rapped twice on the doors of the honeymoon suite, his eyes constantly darting to side to side as he checked no-one was approaching him.

He only had to wait a moment before the door was opened, and a feminine hand reached out and pulled him through the opening. As soon as Draco was inside the room, the door was slammed shut and he found himself pressed back against the wooden door as Hermione Granger glared up at him.

"You're late," She snapped.

"Potter was hanging around," Draco replied, his gaze flicking over Hermione in her meringue style wedding dress. While the dress was nice, it wasn't really her style, but Draco still thought she made a beautiful bride.

"I'm surprised my father didn't attack there and then," Hermione chuckled as she flicked the lock on the door and turned and stalked further into the suite.

"He was tempted," Draco said. "Father persuaded him to wait and follow through with the plan."

"Lucius can be a rather calming influence when he wants to be," Hermione replied, remembering the time Lucius and his wife, Narcissa, had stopped her from doing something reckless after graduation.

For seven years Hermione had played the part of the good girl muggleborn best friend to Harry Potter, but the plan had always been for her to abandon the light and join the dark at the end of her school days. However, things hadn't ran to plan when her father had attacked the graduation ceremony, and Hermione hadn't had a chance to announce who she was before her father was wounded. Hermione had kept her cover at the time, not knowing what the situation with her father was, but the second she was out of Hogwarts she was at her father's side. Luckily, things weren't as bad as what they'd been following his attack on the Potters years previously. Dumbledore's spell had merely drained her father of his magic, and rendered him powerless for a short time.

Hermione's first instinct was to take the fight to Harry and the Order, and take over while her father recovered. However, Lucius and Narcissa had persuaded her that sometimes patience was what was needed to ultimately win the battle. As hard as it had been, Hermione had accepted they were right, and she'd resumed her cover with the Order while her father recuperated and Lucius took charge of the Death Eaters.

"So, is everything set?" Hermione asked Draco.

"We're all in place," Draco replied.

Hermione nodded and walked over to the large windows. Peering outside, she could see the gardens where the wedding was going to take place. The guests were already starting to assemble, but she looked past them and turned her attention to the hotel's boundaries.

"I don't see anyone," She muttered as she searched for some hint that the hotel was surrounded by Death Eaters.

"Isn't that the point?" Draco asked with a chuckle. "It won't be a surprise attack, if you can see us coming."

"True," Hermione agreed with a nod of her head as she thought about what was to come that afternoon.

Her father was now back to full strength, and had been for several months, and once he'd gotten back to himself, he'd wanted to deal with Harry and as much of the Order as he could at the same time. Unfortunately, events at graduation had changed Harry and his habits. He no longer spent all his time either at the Weasleys or Order headquarters. Instead he was constantly moving from place and place, and would often disappear for weeks on end without telling anyone where he was going. As such, it had been nigh on impossible for Hermione to give her father any information about where best to corner Harry as his schedule was unpredictable.

It was due to Harry's unpredictability that had led to a plan designed to guarantee they could predict where Harry was going to be at one particular moment, and the wedding of his best friends had seemed the perfect way to get him where they wanted him. Throughout her pretence to be on the light side, Hermione had gently rebuffed Ron's advances, so it was easy enough for her to claim a change of heart and start dating the redhead. Of course she pretended she was an innocent little virgin when she was with Ron, and claimed she couldn't have sex before marriage. It hadn't taken her long to get Ron to propose, and once he'd done that, she'd set about organising the wedding as quickly as possible. So in the space of six months their entire plan had been hatched and brought to fruition, with the climax due to take place that afternoon. Hermione was just pleased that her father would make his presence known before she had to actually marry Ron.

"So are you all set?" Draco asked as Hermione turned away from the window since she was unable to see any of her father's followers.

"Do I not look it?" Hermione asked, gesturing to the fact she was all dressed up for a wedding.

"You play the blushing bride so well," Draco replied with a grin.

"Even if this dress isn't exactly my taste," Hermione replied.

She was actually wearing a long, meringue style dress that was pretty modest. Normally Hermione would have gone for something more fitted and stylish, but with the Order she acted like she was more conservative than she truly was. So when she'd been picking a wedding dress, she'd picked a white, virginal style dress that implied she was a good girl.

"I do like the colour," Draco remarked with a smirk. "White to signify purity."

"And we both know how impure I am," Hermione chuckled. "You saw to that when we were sixteen."

"I didn't hear you complaining at the time," Draco replied as he pulled Hermione into his arms. The pair had known each other for years, long before she had to pretend to be a muggleborn to attend Hogwarts, and a romance had developed once they hit their teenage years. "Nor any of the times after that."

"I'm not complaining," Hermione answered. "In fact, how do you fancy defiling me in my wedding dress? It'll be so much fun to walk down the aisle towards Ron, knowing you've shagged me in this dress."

"You're such a wicked girl, Hermione," Draco chuckled, before he connected their lips in a searing kiss.

After so many years together the pair were quite adept at knowing how to turn each other on, so it didn't take long for the pair to be roughly shagging against the wall, Hermione's dress bunched up around her waist. In the midst of their activities, Draco manoeuvred them over to the large bed. Even though Hermione and Ron would never use it, it amused him to think he'd bedded Hermione in the bed Ron had planned on using with her. Rolling around on the bed, the couple soon settled for Hermione being on top, her dress spreading out on the bed around them, hiding what they were doing.

"This is surprisingly hot," Draco panted as Hermione rode him hard. "I like shagging you in your wedding dress."

"My next wedding dress won't be as big as this, so this won't work next time," Hermione replied.

"I'm sure we'll think of some way to make the moment special," Draco answered, grinning at the implication of Hermione's words. Even though they'd never discussed marriage, it was the next logical step in their relationship once Hermione was free to be herself.

"I'm sure we will," Hermione murmured as he leant over and re-captured Draco's lips.

The kiss ended their brief conversation, and the only sounds in the room were their moans of pleasure as they continued to make love at a furious pace. With practically simultaneous cries, the pair reached their peak and collapsed onto the bed in a heap.

"Now you can marry Weasley with that just shagged glow about you," Draco chuckled.

"I'm not marrying Ron, you lot are going to stop that," Hermione retorted.

"Damn right, I am," Draco snarled. "I'm not letting Weasley marry my girl."

"I love it when you get all possessive," Hermione purred, giving Draco a languid kiss as they lay still connected on the bed. When she felt Draco begin to harden again, she reluctantly pulled away. "We don't have time to go again. Sorry."

"I can keep," Draco replied with a shrug as he rolled off his girlfriend. "And you're right, we have to get going. We don't want someone coming back and catching me here."

"No-one will be back until right before the wedding," Hermione replied. "I was adamant I wanted some time alone. I played the 'I'm a poor orphan' card to get some alone time."

During her act as a muggleborn in her school days, a muggle couple had been playing the part of Hermione's parents, courtesy of a dark spell cast years ago by Lucius. However, thinking they wouldn't need them again Lucius had lifted the spell and they'd been shipped off abroad to live out the rest of their lives in peace before graduation. So in order to explain where they'd gone, the dark had faked an attack and Hermione had claimed her parents had been killed. Since no-one had a reason not to trust her, they all believed her and ever since everyone in the Order had believed she'd been orphaned by the dark.

"Nice," Draco chuckled as the pair straightened their clothes. "Now I really should be going. We don't want you father asking questions about why I was so long."

"I'm sure he can guess what we've been doing," Hermione replied with a roll of her eyes.

"I'd rather he didn't know for sure, though," Draco shot back. Like Hermione, he was sure The Dark Lord knew they were sleeping together, but it wasn't exactly something they discussed.

"You better get back then," Hermione said. "And don't forget, to time this right. If I end up married to Ron, I will kill you, and it will not be pretty."

Despite her joking manner, Draco knew Hermione was deadly serious. After all she was the daughter of The Dark Lord, and capable of severe darkness. Draco had no doubts that if he ever hurt her, or let her down, that she could hurt him in ways he hadn't even thought of.

"Don't worry, everything will go as plan," Draco promised.

Giving Hermione one final kiss, he headed to the door, and being careful not to be seen, he headed back down the stairs and back towards the spot where Voldemort was waiting for him. Hermione watched Draco disappear, before she turned and re-entered the honeymoon suite. By the time she'd straightened herself out, and mentally prepared herself for what lay ahead, there was a knock on the door and she knew it was show time.

"I'm just coming," She called, making sure her wand was secure in her garter, under her skirt.

Checking her reflection one final time, she picked up her bouquet and left the honeymoon suite. Since everyone thought her parents were dead, Harry's godfather, Sirius Black had offered to walk her down the aisle. Arthur Weasley had also made the offer, as had Remus Lupin, but Hermione had chosen Sirius because he was her favourite of the three men. In fact, she often though there was a darkness in Sirius and that if things had been different, he might have joined the rest of his family in supporting the dark. To be honest, Hermione had wondered if they could get Sirius to join the dark, but his devotion to Harry was too strong, so she'd never tried turning him.

"All ready?" Sirius asked her with a grin.

"I'm ready," Hermione replied, returning Sirius's smile.

The pair made their way down to the ground floor in silence, and when they reached the back ballroom, from which they would emerge, Sirius popped outside to check everyone was ready. A minute later, he returned and announced that they were ready for her. Hermione took hold of Sirius's arm, and seconds later they were emerging into the summer sun and walking down the aisle that had been created amid the sea of guests.

Ron was standing at the end of the aisle, grinning happily at Hermione. Harry was at his side, looking every inch the proud best man, and a trusted wizard from the Ministry was waiting to officiate the ceremony. Hermione made sure to keep her eyes on Ron as she walked down the aisle and took her place beside him, even though she was desperate to look around and see if she could see any sign of her father and his Death Eaters.

"Dearly beloved, we're gathered here today to witness the joining in holy matrimony of Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger," The minister began.

Hermione tuned the minister out as he rambled on about the sanctity of marriage, before he moved on to talk about the wizarding bonds that came with a wizarding marriage. The minister's first initial speech took almost five minutes and in that time, Hermione felt as though she was going to explode. She was dying to get on with things, and she was worried in case she was starting to look anxious.

"If anyone knows of any just cause why these two might not be married, let them speak now," The minster announced, before pausing to see if anyone would speak up.

Hermione's breath hitched at the Minister's proclamation, as it was the key for her father to make his presence known. Sure enough the Minister had barely finished talking when Hermione felt her father's presence, although she couldn't see him without turning her head and she didn't want to alert anyone to his presence before he made it known.

"I object," Voldemort declared loudly from the back of the aisle.

Voldemort's voice caused instant pandemonium, and several guests jumped up from their seats. Harry was one of those first on his feet, and he whirled to face Voldemort, wand in hand. At the same time Hermione had pulled out her wand and had taken a few steps towards Harry, passing a stunned Ron in the process.

"Don't move, Potter," Voldemort called. "I've got you covered. In fact, I've got you all covered," He announced as his Death Eaters popped up, surrounding the wedding party and preventing anyone getting away.

Harry whirled round, his eyes widening as he found a wand pointed at his neck, Hermione on the other end of it. "Hermione, I don't understand," He spluttered, giving his best friend a bewildered look.

"It's quite simple really, I'm helping my father kill you," Hermione replied with a cold smile, aware that everyone was watching with baited breath, waiting to see what was going to happen next.

"Father?" Ron squeaked from beside Hermione. He'd been so stunned by events, he hadn't even drawn his wand, and now several wands belonging to Death Eaters were aimed in his direction.

"Yes, my father," Hermione said. "Lord Voldemort."

"You bitch," Harry hissed. "This was all a set up. This entire wedding was a ploy."

"Of course it was, you didn't honestly think I would really marry Ron, did you?" Hermione laughed. "No, when I get married, it will be to a real man. A man who knows how to treat a dark witch like myself."

"No-one will want you after this," Ron snarled, anger slowly replacing his shock.

"Guess again, Weasley," A low voice drawled behind Ron, and when he whirled around he found Draco was pointing wand in his direction.

"Malfoy," Ron spat. "I should have known that you would have cosied up to The Dark Lord's bitch of a daughter."

"No-one speaks about my daughter in that way," Voldemort bellowed as he raised his wand and pointed it at Ron. "Avada Kedavra!"

The second the green light hit Ron squarely in the chest, and he went falling to the ground, screams erupted from the air and people sprang into action. Molly ran over to her fallen son, throwing herself over his prone body, while other members of the Order began to fight. Harry had hoped to take advantage of Hermione turning her head to see Ron fall, and he'd thrown a curse at her, but Draco had stepped in and easily diverted it. Draco's movement had captured Hermione's attention, and she turned back, ready to battle Harry.

As battles raged on between the dark and light forces, Harry found himself having to face both Draco and Hermione. Unfortunately for Harry the pair worked seamlessly together and he soon found himself battling to just stay alive. However, just as it looked as though the pair had him where they wanted, Voldemort made his presence known and Draco and Hermione backed off.

"Nice knowing you, Harry," Hermione called, blowing a kiss at Harry, before she turned and entered the fray of the main battle alongside Draco.

Hermione had barely disappeared into the crowds, still fully dressed for the wedding that hadn't happened, when Voldemort turned his attention to Harry. After a short battle, during which Harry was still reeling from Hermione's deception and subsequently having to fight against her, Voldemort struck a deadly blow to finish off his enemy. Harry's death didn't bring about the complete surrender of the Order, but several people did stop fighting once they realised their saviour had been killed. After all, why fight when the only person who could have defeated Voldemort had just been killed. However, some people refused to just lie down and give up, meaning the battle continued for some time after Harry's death. After a good couple of hours, the dark emerged victorious. With their victory completed, the dark left the hotel so those that remained could salvage their dead and give them a proper burial.

"Well, it was certainly a wedding day to remember," Hermione laughed as she landed back at Malfoy Manor along with her father and the rest of his Death Eaters.

"It was eventful," Voldemort agreed. "Although next time, I'd prefer something quieter, Hermione. And I'll also like to be the one to give my daughter away."

"I promise, Daddy," Hermione replied, giving her father a peck on the cheek. "My next wedding day, will be even more memorable than this one."

"I'll look forward to it," Voldemort replied. "Now, go and get changed so you can celebrate with the youngsters. You did a good job today, Hermione. Thanks to you, Potter is gone and the remaining members of the Order are on their knees. Finally, we've won."

Grinning happily at the thought of the dark finally winning the war, Hermione headed off to remove her wedding dress. Although little did she know, it would only be a couple of months before she stepped into another wedding dress, preparing for another wedding. Only her second wedding would be one she wanted to take place, as she would be marrying the wizard she loved.