Darling, not quite my love, I am no saint.

I am the darkest sinner there is.

I have killed, raped, beaten, and flogged.

I have betrayed, spied, lied, and hurt.

I have come too close to death.

I have come too close to life.

I am neither living nor dead.

I simply am, because you are.

I have intruded on your secrets.

On your fantasies. Of me.

I have seen inside your mind.

I have seen the way you want.

I have bruised myself in thinking it could be true.

I have hurt you by telling you no.

I have hurt you by telling you yes.

I have nothing to give you, yet

I have everything in my mind.

I have desires, oh yes, I do.

I have needs, passion, lust.

No, stop…it's not love.

I have no capabilities of loving someone.

Especially someone like you.

I have no worth.

I have no reason to be the object of your desire.

I have no right to even call myself that.

I have no way of letting you in.

I have everyway of letting me in.

I have no intention of hurting you, but

I have every desire to penetrate you.

Your heart, your mind, your body.

Oh yes, Hermione Jane Granger.

I have every intention of making you mine.

I have no reason not to.

You have no reason to be frightened.

Though, I will not be gentle, I will be everything you desire.

After I have taken the only thing you truly possess,

I have thought it over, I promise.

I have decided to let you love me like you say you do.

I have come, my love, to love you too.