Authors Note: Hey everyone! Here is the sequel to The Last Time She Came To Me. There are sex scenes and it's quite dark. I hope you like it and I love to hear what you all think.

So until next time

Jayne

The First Time She Came To Me by Jayne Stepp

I watched her die before me.

Her blood, seeping from her wounds.

I had done my job.

I had done what I was meant to do.

I had done what I was born to do.

Yet I felt empty.

She was a nothing.

She was a mudblood whore.

She wasn't worthy of me.

She wasn't worthy of what I had given her.

I didn't love her.

I didn't even like her, yet she somehow meant something to me.

She was my prey.

I was her predator.

I could make her scream.

I could make her writhe.

I had a power over her that I could never have over anyone else.

I began to remember the vivid screams I use to hear leave her bitter lips.

I made her do that.

I made her feel pain.

I made her cry out my name in pure passion.

I made her cry out my name in pure hatred.

What bothered me the most was that I had lost my power over someone.

I couldn't control her in death like I had in life.

I sat down and stared at her body, remembering.

I walked into my dormitory.

I was startled when I realized someone in waiting for me on my bed.

There she was just sitting there patiently.

Who would have thought, Hermione Granger was sitting on my bed.

"What are you doing here Mudblood?"

She didn't answer my question.

Instead she walked over to me and pushed me up against the nearest wall.

She pressed her body against mine and whispered into my ear.

"I'm here to fulfil my destiny." She licked down my jaw line and pressed her lips against mine. "Take me; I want you to take me."

"Granger haven't the last six years told you anything." I said my anger beginning to boil. "I hate you."

"Exactly."

She then pulled me towards my bed and pulled me down onto her.

My body got the better of me.

What male could resist a woman asking him to take her?

I pressed my lips to hers.

The kiss was sensuous and sweet.

She groaned into my mouth as though I had quenched her thirst for me.

I felt myself grow hard and cursed myself mentally.

I hated her.

I bit into her lip causing her to scream out in pain.

The metallic taste of blood filled my mouth.

The taste fired my arousal.

Hatred ran though my veins as I dug my fingernails into her soft, creamy skin.

I roughly pressed myself against her.

Bruising her in the process.

She screamed as I bit into her neck drawing blood.

I sucked the wound I had made as I reached over to my bedside table to grab a knife.

I kissed her harshly as I positioned the knife at the hem of her shirt and began to rip it off.

I did the same with her skirt.

I stood back to admire her laying there in her underwear.

She wasn't all that beautiful.

But she was better than some.

I quickly began to undress myself before returning to her.

I made quick work of her underwear thus revealing herself to me totally.

I didn't take any time to admire her body. My thoughts stayed with one thought:

How much I hated her.

I wanted to cause her so much pain.

I wanted to hurt her.

I wanted to destroy her.

Without a thought to her virginity I thrust into her.

She cried out into the still air as her hymen broke

Her breathing became erratic and irregular.

I continued to thrust into her as ruthlessly as I could.

I made sure she felt the hatred I was feeling.

I began to feel my body tighten as I grew closer to orgasm.

I pressed my lips to hers.

I again bit down on her lip as I felt my body quake and I released my seed into her.

I pulled away from her and saw the tears running down her face.

I slapped her across the face before walking towards the bathroom.

I revelled in the memory.

I had hurt her.

I had destroyed her.

She knew I would do it.

Yet she always came to me.

But what got me the most was how she thanked me for it.

THE END