Disclaimer: yeah, so I don't own the HP charries…I only own this pathetic attempt at a plotline that's probably been done before…sighs Oh well, here goes nothing…
A/N: Not sure who Hermione is going to get paired with…but I'll decide soon, I guess…
Chapter 1: Sweet Nightmares
She was running through the underbrush, which was grown up around the trees. Branches hanging down from above her ripped at her clothes, scratched at her skin, leaving a mess of cotton and blood onto her soft outer layer. Her breath was labored, but she tried to remain calm and keep quiet. Her face was muddy as she ducked down, hoping she lost her pursuer moments ago. The forest was dark and she had no idea where she was, but she did have one thought coursing through her very being: stay alive; stay safe.
Then, two arms grabbed her from behind. Before she had a chance to scream, one hand covered her mouth; before she had the chance to scramble away, another arm wrapping around her body and pinning her arms to her side. She struggled trying to free herself, but to no avail. The strong arms turned into a strong body. "You will not run again. I will have you. Forever." The body's voice was husky and low; more of a bestial growl than an actual human tone.
Fear enveloped her heart; she had gotten away! How had he found her?
The growl chuckled. "I'm linked to you, Hermione. You are mine." He buried his face into her bushy hair, inhaling deeply. Hermione, stilled terrified, couldn't help but feel the intimacy in the gesture, to almost want to want him. Another chuckle. "That's just the hand-fasting bind working it's magic on you. But soon, we shall be one, completely. We will consummate this."
Hermione's fear returned. She didn't want to lose her virginity this way; not to a man forcing him to be forever bound to him. She wouldn't, couldn't let him have her.
He conjured a table out of thin air. Arm straps and leg straps appeared on the sides of the flat wooden surface. He forced her to the table, first conjuring a gag for her mouth, then quickly tied her arms and legs to the table, forcing her onto her back. The man made her clothes disappear and reappear in a pile a few feet away; the tears started to fall.
He ran his hands slowly down her cheek; he kissed her tears away slowly. Hermione couldn't contain the moan from that came from deep within her soul. She didn't want him, but she could almost sense him caring about her. Though she couldn't help but think if he really loved her, cared for her, he wouldn't have to tie her down and force it.
He groaned heavily, pulling away. "Don't think that! I care…about what we can become together. I'll make it as pleasurable as possible."
He stripped down and climbed up on the table. His skin was firm against hers and she whimpered at the contact. She didn't want it; she did want it…She pulled at the ropes that bound her. It only made him more frustrated. "Give into it, Hermione," his voice was sexually charged and tense with emotion. "It'll only make it easier on you." He leaned in to kiss her…
Hermione woke up in a cold sweat. The sweet, torturous nightmares had been occurring for a while now. She kept feeling him, smelling him, so close to tasting him, but she had yet to see him. She was beginning to get scared of every man she knew, which was horrible, seeing as her two best friends were men. Ron would brush her arm in the corridor and she would flinch, laughing nervously. Neither of them knew what was wrong, though they could sense something was seriously bothering her. She repeatedly dodged their questions.
She didn't trust anyone anymore. She climbed out of her bed, knees shaking, still terrified and still aroused…she shook her head and got ready for her day.
He could feel her terror; he could also sense how much she desired him. He opened his eyes. "It won't be too much longer my love. Soon, I will reveal myself and you will succumb to me." He stared up toward Gryffindor Tower. "Or I will take you by force."
A/N: Let me know how it is. I like it so far…but I'm unsure if I want to continue…let me know. Nelli