A/N: I… I don't even know what came over me when I wrote this. Also, the fact that I actually wanted this to be a Tomione is just surreal.
February Event: (word) Infatuated/Infatuation + (dialogue) "I love you, you belong to me." / "I don't belong to anybody. I'll never let anybody put me in a cage." / "I don't want to put you in a cage; I want to love you!"
Hermione Pairings Club: Hermione/Antonin Dolohov
Gringotts:
Pairings. Hermione/Antonin Dolohov
Words Instead of Said: declared
Prepositions: against
Adjectives: uncomfortable, disturbing, bad
"I'm so glad that you're mine," the man whispered in her ear. He was so close she could feel his breath on her face, and it made her only a bit uncomfortable. Otherwise, she was used to it. It's been a month since she was captured, and there wasn't a day ever since when he wouldn't approach her in a rather disturbing manner. By now, she has gotten used to it.
"You're rather infatuated with the idea of having me all for yourself, aren't you?" she retorted.
"No, I'm infatuated with you," he replied. "I love you, you belong to me."
"I don't belong the anybody," she insisted, stiffening against the kitchen counter. "I'll never let anybody put me in a cage."
"I don't want to put you in a cage," the man explained. "I want to love you."
"Well, too bad," the girl declared. "You know, it's not that easy to pull a Stockholm Syndrome on me."
"We'll have to see about that, then." the man smirked at her before strolling out of the kitchen, leaving her utterly confused.