Author's Note: This is such an indulgence and totally AU! This story was inspired by Seduce a Stranger. I have to admit, I just fell in love with Evil!Ron. PLEASE NOTE: it is NOT the same story, nor does it use the characters in the same way.
This was supposed to be a Harry/Ginny fic, but Ron and Mione just hijacked it. Anyhow, I swear that everything will make sense as more chapters come out. Again, this story is AU, so obviously, it won't be following cannon. Please enjoy my descent into madness and obsession!
PS: if anyone knows Temporarily Unavailable, the author of Seduce a Stranger, please, PLEASE ask them to update that story. I bow before much, MUCH more talented writers.
Disclaimer: don't own a thing.
Introduction
I was born into the wrong world. For eleven years, I felt displaced, and try as I might, I never managed to fit in. My parents just assumed I was an awkward child.
Then something great and terrible happened. I was accepted to a very different type of school. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I went and was sorted into Slytherin House. This was very odd, since people like me (Muggle-born is what your friends said, mudblood is how your enemies termed it) normally did not end up in that house. But I, apparently, was special.
I loved school and I excelled, not because I felt I had something to prove, or because I wanted to make my parents proud. No, I did well because I wanted to, for me, and it seemed to come so easily.
Eventually, however, I realized something. My house was evidently the "bad" house. It was the villain's house. This was not terribly surprising based on the observed behavior and personalities of my housemates.
After graduation, most of us were recruited into the "Dark Army." Not having any real loyalties, I merely went along with the crowd. My talents and close friendship with the son of one of the most important henchmen brought on the particular interest of our leader, Voldermort.
For some reason I have never been able to understand, I existed in a special state of grace. Despite my Muggle heritage, which Voldermort was said to abhor, I was doted upon. Unlike my peers, when I failed to prove my worthiness in fieldwork, instead of being tortured and killed, I was moved to a research and development position that was "better suited to my abilities and temperament."
No one had ever known Voldermort to be anything but ruthless and cruel, except with me. This made me extremely nervous, as feelings are fickle.
So I stayed quiet, put on a show, and did my work, all the while waiting for a solution to my problem to present itself.
And before long, it did.