"I don't think you understand the position you've put me in, Malfoy! This is my job, to hunt them, to burn them at the stake, to kill them until their blood is an example of their danger, and you're telling me that it's you, it's been you this whole time? You are foolish, and you are exactly what your name says you should be, and I will not play into hands that hold the mark, not even if they're yours! Tell the dark lord he can kiss my-" It takes a pledge to be a part of the Ministry, a strong one to be, for all intents and purposes, a government assassin. She did not intend to go down this route, to take this oath to her society, but when England is forced to wear a mask that looks very much like the one of a Death Eater, Hermione has little choice. It takes a pledge to be a part of the Ministry, but it also takes a contract of life to be a part of the Dark Lord's highest ranks. When his father unexpectedly returns from Azkaban with a loyalty to prove and a leader to please, Draco Malfoy finds himself secretly balancing between the moralities of his job and the immoralities of his duty. It certainly did not get any easier when he was appointed to aid the intelligence of a witch and her secret service. "Nobody's kissing anything of yours except me. Now, you may not want to play into my hands, Granger, but I'd very much like them to play with you. Tell me to stop and I will, but I don't think you want me to, no matter how much you scream and shout." - A Dramione fanfiction
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