A/N: I do not own these characters, even though I wished I did.

Disclaimer: All of the quotes in the beginning of the chapters does not belong to me, but are taken from lyrics by Metallica and therefore belong to the band.

Master of Puppets

Prologue

Master of Puppets are pulling your strings; twisting your mind, smashing your dreams.

The night was chilly, and the streets of London were empty. The only one seen was a woman; Hermione Granger. She was waiting for someone. The moon was full, and it was the first night in a long time it wasn't raining at all. It had been raining earlier the same evening, but now there wasn't a cloud as far the eye could reach.

Hermione pulled her coat tighter. She looked around to see if the one she waited for was on its way. She hoped so. Suddenly she saw a man approaching. He halted some metres away from her, looking superior with a smirk upon his lips.

"Looking good, Granger," the man said and took some steps closer.

"You're late, Malfoy," Hermione said coldly.

The blonde man took another step closer, now only two metres away from her. "Missed me, Granger?"

"Not at all," Hermione said, now even colder.

"I don't believe you." He took three final steps before he stood close to her, his face only inches away from hers. "Otherwise you wouldn't have been waiting." He leaned forwards and whispered venomously soft in her ear: "You want this more than I do."

"I strongly doubt that," Hermione said. "The only reason I wanted to meet up tonight was that I want to end this."

Draco Malfoy started to laugh. "You don't want to end this." He placed his hands around her waist and pulled her even closer. "You can't resist me."

"Don't flatter yourself," Hermione chuckled. "My biggest mistake so far has been you! I'm going to repair that mistake."

"You can never get it undone," Draco said amused.

"I'm not denying what I've done, but I'm about to finish this chapter." She tried to escape his grip, but it was as solid as rock.

"Don't even try," he growled lowly in her ear, holding her tighter.

"I'm not your belonging, Malfoy," Hermione hissed. "Let go of me."

Draco started to laugh viciously. "You will be mine as long as I attend to keep you." He kissed her earlobe, and she shivered. "Come on, you know you won't win this tonight." He looked into her chocolate eyes with his cold grey. "We've had this talk many times. You know where it ends."

Oh, yes, Hermione Granger knew where this talk would end. She had been down that path many times. She had been wanting to end this for months, but Draco Malfoy's power over her grew stronger every time they met. He knew what buttons to push, which string to pull. She was his marionette.

Draco kissed her lips coldly and let go of her. Then he turned and started to walk away. He halted and looked over his shoulder on the pretty brunette. "Are you coming, or what?"

Hermione sighed and walked forwards to join him. She would walk the same path once again.