Greetings everyone. ok.. sah.. please don't kill me for writing this.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. You all know you wanted to see Hermione
and Voldermort fall in love ever since you read the first book. It just
needed this fic to make you all realise it. Short chapter to start with,
didn't want to stun you all, chapter 2 coming in.. oh about 10 minutes.
This is my first fic ever, I'm not a very talented writer, apologies. Any
feedback / reviews will be lusted after. Thankyou. - plex
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Hermione sneaked into the room, creeping delicately around the cobweb streaked boxes and sighing with relief at the familiar musty odour. she had made it. it was getting harder and harder these days to escape the calamity of the Gryffindor common room, and the pathetic grip of Ron Weasley's childish lust. the stupid boy. he of all people should know her better than that, know that she could never love anyone less than the best, the most powerful, the most wise. the most likely to succeed. which is why she was here. which is why she had been sneaking to this very room at every available opportunity for the last three months. to see him.
Hermione snapped back to reality as her robe caught on the end of a rusted packing nail, her daydreaming abruptly ended. "idiot.. you don't want him to think your uncoordinated". slowly, quietly, she unhooked the robe. she could hear his breathing now. she didn't want him to know she was here.. not yet.. but then, chances are he already would. he always did. such was his power, his unimaginable ability to manipulate the threads of magic as if they where nothing more than wisps of air, bowing to his every whim. the power was irresistible, it drew her as a moth to a flame, it captivated her every thought, her every vision, she needed it, him, and everything besides.
her robe finally untangled, she rounded the last crate. as always, he was there, waiting. without body, but with spirit to eclipse that of any other entity at Hogwarts, with power and ..as she knew all too well.. with lust. his deep voice rang out, seemingly from every point in the room at once. "my love.. its been too long since you last came.." "my apologies my lord.. Voldermort"
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Hermione sneaked into the room, creeping delicately around the cobweb streaked boxes and sighing with relief at the familiar musty odour. she had made it. it was getting harder and harder these days to escape the calamity of the Gryffindor common room, and the pathetic grip of Ron Weasley's childish lust. the stupid boy. he of all people should know her better than that, know that she could never love anyone less than the best, the most powerful, the most wise. the most likely to succeed. which is why she was here. which is why she had been sneaking to this very room at every available opportunity for the last three months. to see him.
Hermione snapped back to reality as her robe caught on the end of a rusted packing nail, her daydreaming abruptly ended. "idiot.. you don't want him to think your uncoordinated". slowly, quietly, she unhooked the robe. she could hear his breathing now. she didn't want him to know she was here.. not yet.. but then, chances are he already would. he always did. such was his power, his unimaginable ability to manipulate the threads of magic as if they where nothing more than wisps of air, bowing to his every whim. the power was irresistible, it drew her as a moth to a flame, it captivated her every thought, her every vision, she needed it, him, and everything besides.
her robe finally untangled, she rounded the last crate. as always, he was there, waiting. without body, but with spirit to eclipse that of any other entity at Hogwarts, with power and ..as she knew all too well.. with lust. his deep voice rang out, seemingly from every point in the room at once. "my love.. its been too long since you last came.." "my apologies my lord.. Voldermort"