Jim Moriarty didn't like to associate himself with ordinary people.

But Hermione Granger was hard to resist.

"I know you've suffered
But I don't want you to hide
It's cold and loveless
I won't let you be denied"

He was amused by her. Her rules, her morals, he thought they were so cute.

How she constantly would try to mentally spar with him, trying to prove herself on his level. Simply adorable.

Like it or not, Jim liked Hermione more then the ordinary masses.

In his mind, she was, god forbid, special.

So when he saw her sad, lonely, belittled by her peers, he couldn't help but feel...troubled?

Dear Lord, he was going soft.

So he decided that he was going to help her, in the only way he knew how.

By making her like him.

"Soothing
I'll make you feel pure
Trust me
You can be sure"

At first, she was scared. Would go off about how it wasn't right, or it wasn't proper, or something like that.

But Jim wasn't fooled. He knew that she wanted him.

And with a little push, he got her to show it.

"I want to reconcile the violence in your heart
I want to recognise your beauty's not just a mask
I want to exorcise the demons from your past
I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart"

Their kisses were cold, bitter.

His poison soon ran through her veins. She couldn't feel when she was with him, she couldn't think. She just was.

There was no passion to their love. Neither was even sure if it was love. It was just empty passion with both constantly trying to prove something.

Hermione couldn't get it.

Jim couldn't get enough of it.

"Please me
Show me how it's done
Trust me
You are the one"

And eventually Jim got bored, like he always would, and moved on. But no matter where he went, there were times that he couldn't help but think about little Hermione Granger. The girl on the side of the angels that he dragged down to the side of the demons. Dragged her down with him.

And even Hermione would, once in a while, still feel Jim's presence inside of her, like a creature tearing at her chest.

This would terrify anyone else, but not Hermione.

Because whenever she would feel that creature in his chest, she would smile.

Because she liked it.

"I want to reconcile the violence in your heart
I want to recognise your beauty's not just a mask
I want to exorcise the demons from your past
I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart"