Author's Note: I wrote this drabble one month ago, after an argument I had. I don't know why it became what it is, but I love it and I hope it will mean something for you, as it means for me.


The future

There's no one left to torture
Give me absolute control
over every living soul
And lie beside me, baby,
that's an order!
Give me crack and anal sex
Take the only tree that's left
and stuff it up the hole
in your culture.

The Future - Leonard Cohen


I look at you, staring in your brown deep irises that are now so full of life. My eyes are fixed in yours, while I keep pounding into you.

Who are you? Defently not the Hermione Granger you were.

Life has taken too much from you, it has destroyed all your hopes, letting only your deepest fears alive.
The dark side has won, miss Know-It-All. And you know it. Since the moment I took you, as my slave, you know it.

No matter how your mind tries to ignore this real fact, no matter how you try to fight back, I won.

And that is what make me feel so powerful and superior, I defenetly proved I'm better than you. You little whore, you stupid silly girl.

You sigh...

Don't fight, don't fight your body pulses. Don't deny the fact that you love this...

...I moan.

Beautiful, clever miss Granger, you had the future at your feet, you had love in your heart. How does it feel now that's all destroyed? Does it feel so good like this? I push myself further in you.

You cry...

But it's what keeps you alive. Without me you're nothing, nothing apart from an empty shell with no purpose. These emotions are what you need to not let yourself down.

...I come.

There is blood on me now, your dirty blood cover my thighs. I stare at it, while you let tears fall on your cheecks. It's red, it's hot. What is the difference with mine?

I cut my finger and I look with attention at the single drop of blood that falls in yours.

They mix together and I can't distinguish anymore my blood drop from yours. So where is the difference?

With no real reason I take my wand and I begin to torture you.

This is the way things have to be. You'll always be the dirt Mudblood, and I'll always be Lucius Malfoy, the Pureblood. Although I know, deep inside myself, that you're an human being, that you're as pure as I am, the future doesn't agree.

The Dark Side won, not Harry Potter.

The End