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.
