Hello readers! You asked and I answered! So I now present to you... Dominated By Him, the full story! Please read and review, and thanks so much! You are mo chridhe fein fuil! That basically means that writing is my heart, but without my hearts blood I wouldn't write. My hearts blood is you, dear readers. It is you. Now, enough of my silly theatrics and on with the story! (Yes, I'm hyped up on caffeine! XD)
Chapter One:
Thirteen year old Harry, was made to wait outside the Great Hall while McGonagall talked to Hermione about her classes. Snape swept down on him, eyes glinting in the torchlight. Harry shifted uncomfortably as he felt something weird inside his chest. It felt like an ache, like he was hollow, and the only way to fill his hollowness was by touching someone. By touching Snape. Harry pinched himself to keep from reaching over and holding the teachers hand. He would be expelled within seconds if he did that. Snape hated him.
Taking a deep breath he studied the wall as if it were the most interesting thing he'd ever seen.
"I was told you were attacked by dementors on the train, Potter, and sent to see if you were okay. Eat this." Snape said in an aggravated voice and shoved a bar of chocolate at him. Harry took it in surprise.
"Thank you, sir." He said. "But Professor Lupin gave me chocolate on the train." He explained.
Snape snarled at him. "Very well. Proceed into the Great Hall then, Potter."
Harry didn't have to be told twice. He couldn't do anything that would allow Snape to think that Harry felt something besides hate towards him. Shoving the chocolate bar into his pocket, he hurried to go sit beside Ron. Eyes wide, he ate, knowing he would have to ask Hermione about the strange feeling.
In the common room, Harry dragged Hermione and Ron to the corner.
"Harry, what's wrong?" Hermione asked worriedly. "Is this about the dementor attack?"
"No," he shook his head. "I need your help. I've been feeling this... pull. Like I need to touch S - someone. And it's a specific person." He explained.
"Oh my," Hermione whispered faintly.
"What's goin' on?" Ron asked as she began pacing the length of the common room. "'Mione?"
"I said not to call me that, now shut up I'm trying to think!" She snapped.
The entire common room went still; they had never seen her so aggravated. She paced back and forth for a few minutes before stopping dead in her tracks in the middle of the room.
"Oh my god." She breathed. She grabbed Harry's arm and dragged him to the portrait hole. "Stay here Ronald we'll be back later!" She called over her shoulder.
In the hall, Hermione paused. "Harry, where is this pull telling you to go?" She asked.
He hesitated. "The dungeons." He said after a moment.