Prompt: Stars
Pairing: Voldmione
Hermione reached her hand towards the nighttime sky with a feeling of wonder that never lessened no matter how many times she had seen it. For hours, when she was permitted, Hermione would be able to visit this small park- a park that was made especially for her.
"Hermione." His voice called out and she immediately sat up, staring into his red eyes with undisguised joy. He was sitting on a wide, cushioned chair.
Standing up she made her way over to him, her bare feet sinking into soft green grass and her thin, summer robes drifting in the warm breeze. When he held his arms open she sunk into them happily, enjoying the feel of his long fingers brushing through her hair, lightly massaging her scalp as she rests her head against his chest.
It's hard to imagine a time, now, when she didn't love him. How stupid Hermione had been back then to deny what she knew she had needed all along, to be dominated and controlled by the most worthy wizard of all time. To be his favorite pet, his loyal little Hermione. She tilted her head up, staring up at the glittering sky with her arms wrapped snugly around her master's warm body.
He was so incredibly warm, so gentle with her. Her face still burned with shame when she thought back to how she had first acted around him. She was so headstrong, stubborn, unruly. Truly she thought she was lucky to have been chosen by such a patient wizard, yes he had hurt her but she knew he did it to help her. To show her the error of her ways and tame her so she could be genuinely happy. And she was happy, so very happy with him.