Prisoner
>(A/N) Riddle/Hermione/Ginny. I'm rather hooked on the pairing at the moment. Darker than the others. Suicide Mentioned.
>Diclaimer: I do not own any HP stuff belonging to the admirable J.K. :
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Her breath shortened.
He
smirked.
Feeling her tense.
This
pendant belongs to you. Only you. You are mine."She
shivered, gasping.
Her fingers closed around smooth, cold
metal.
His teeth bit at her neck."I-I
promise."Her
breathing was ragged, deep, quick.
He moved away from her; smiling
down.
His cloak quickly hid his rippling muscles.
"You
should return. They'll be waiting."She
turned her face away.
Ashamed.
"Oh…"His eyes flared as he turned them on her.
"Hold
me close my princess."She
saw him beckon her forward.
She had to leave.
With a mutter of
words;
And a swish of her cloak
She had fallen into
darkness.
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"Do you think she'll be alright?"
"I can't say Mr. Potter. Only time will tell."
Harry closed his
eyes, wincing.
But felt her stir as his fingers touched her face.
"Professor!"
Her
eyes fluttered open.
They showed nothing.
She was hollow.
"Impossible. After a fall from that height; awake so soon?"
Hermione
grabbed at her temples.
Confused.
Where was she?
Where was
Tom?
She slammed her eyes shut.
Trying to shut out their
stares.
His lips.
His teeth.
His nails.
Slipping
down her skin.
Burning…
Addiction…
A
hand on her forehead.
Dragging her back.
To where she didn't
want to be.
Her fingers groped for the pendant.
And she
squeezed it tight.
She was safe.
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"What's up with her?"
"She acting really strange."
"Maybe the fall affected her…"
"Maybe."
Someone bumped into
Ginny.
Pushing past her.
"Hermione! Wait up!"
"Leave me alone!"
Ginny
fell back, stung.
And exchanged mystified looks with
Harry.
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The door creaked.
Hermione shook, feeling
ill to the core.
She wanted to be alone.
Why didn't anyone
understand that?
"Hermione?"
Footsteps.
On the dull carpet.
There was no reply.
"I-I'm worried about you."
"Go away."
"Not until you tell me what's happening."
"Maybe you wouldn't understand!"
Her
eyes closed again.
The room swam before her.
His fingers, covered in scented oil
Trailed
secret paths over her cheeks and forehead.
She arched her back;
leaning into him,
Into his warmth and comfort.
You are my beauty. I want no one but you.
She understood; let his
mouth capture hers.
Words, silky smooth, slithered from his pale
lips
Words of lust, seduction; tinged with passion
She couldn't
draw away.
Couldn't leave him.
Even when it was what she
wanted,
More than life itself.
She was bound to him.
And all
it took was a kiss.
A word.
A whisper.
And she was lost.
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Unknown delicate
fingers stroked her face.
Her eyes snapped open.
Suddenly
fearful.
A gentle voice soothed her.
"It's only me. It's alright."
"W-what happened?"
"You fainted."
Ginny
shurgged simply.
A small smile on her lips.
"W-what's happening to me?"
"You're possessed."
Hermione's eyes darkened.
"Like you would know anything about me."
Her tone was sharp.
"I'm trying to understand Hermione."
"So am I."
Hermione
shook.
But then felt pure soft lips upon her own.
Lips so
smooth they drew a moan from her throat.
And she couldn't help
kissing back.
It was the only freedom she had.
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The pendant stung her skin as it hit her face.
"Bitch!"
"T-tom you don't…"
"Don't you dare use that name towards me!"
"I-I always…"
"How could you do that? Betrayer!!"
"I-I didn't mean…"
"I am the only one who is permitted to treat you that way!"
"I-i…"
"How dare you let that Weasley take advantage of you!"
Her eyes were filled with tears.
"I wanted it you bastard! I wanted her!"
He froze. Turned on his
heel.
Looked down upon her, disgusted.
"I do not treat you right?!"
"That's not fair."
"You are bound to me! ME!"
She swallowed
hard.
Shaking.
"I-I'd rather die."
His hand swept across her face.
"Insolence! Arrogance! Lies!"
"I-I don't love you…"
His
smirk returned.
It scared her.
"We'll soon change that."
As soon as he
forced her lips upon his;
She
could do nothing to stop him.
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"Hermione? You've been in there for hours."
"Stay away from me."
The
water continued to run.
Steam poured from underneath the
door-crack.
The water was hot.
Her blood dripped. Her tears
leaked.
"J-just let me in."
"Ginny I can't. He'll kill me…"
"Who?"
But Hermione had already silenced herself.
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"What is this?! These love bites? They aren't from me."
"Don't start…"
"It was that Weasley girl again…"
"Tom, stop it…"
His
teeth left hard marks in her bare shoulder.
She groaned. A mixture
of pleasure and pain.
"You can't escape me."
"I can try."
His
fingers gripped her wrists.
Stinging.
"You can never win."
His
words were cold.
She struggled.
He did not let go.
The
pendant burned around her neck.
"I will take you. Make you mine."
He
never lied.
And he didn't stop.
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The door
crashed open.
She lay motionless on the bathroom floor;
Wand in
hand, pendant torn from her body.
Ginny dropped beside her;
sobbing.
Hermione's hands were cold.
Only a note; lay on the
countertop scribbled messily:
Because he owned me
This
was my freedom.
My prison; Tom Riddle.
I could never escape.
I
had nothing left.
She lay dead;
Shadowed
by moonlight.
Hermione Granger was at peace.
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