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She felt empty. Her mind separate from her body, watching apathetically from a distance.
Lips on hers, hungry, drinking from her, taking from her. His hips pinned against hers, hard, the brick at her back scraping her sensitive skin.
Hands that were clasped at her throat now grasped at her waist, cruel fingers digging into her.
Move.
Move. A voice said, a small but resilient part of her that never trembled, and never would.
She tried to turn her head, away from his beautiful, soft lips, and so he kissed her neck, before biting – marking his territory.
"Get off of me!" she croaked, her throat sore form his grip.
He groaned, pressing more kisses against her straining neck.
"Ii suppose I have gotten a bit carried away. Only you do this to me," he whispered into her ear, fingers in the tendrils of her hair, waiting to pull.
"I need to go home," she whispered, trying once more to pull away from him.
"I know sweetheart," he cooed, stroking her face, and she felt bile rise up into her throat. She wasn't a baby; she was a grown woman.
At her obvious look of disgust, his hand dropped and he huffed "fine!" in annoyed affirmation, before grabbing her hand and pulling her behind him.
She was dizzy, her feet tripping over each other, and was shocked when Slytherin immediately dragged her into his car. It was parked directly opposite the alley they had been in; the driver must have seen everything.
She quickly tried to set her appearance to rights. Her hair had been pulled out of its elegant style, and a shoulder of her dress had fallen down, revealing the scratch marks on her back even more clearly.
Taking deep breaths, she began to recall herself, returning to an active position in her own life. Yes, she was in his car, under his control but she could move. However, she found herself sat between his legs, his arms wrapped around her.
Scowling, she removed them and sat in her own seat, as far away as possible from him, causing him to laugh once more.
"I've never met anyone like you before," he said, gazing into her eyes in wonder.
She raised an eyebrow, incredulous "so you've been alive for over 1000 years, and you've never met your absent before? I find that hard to believe."
He only smirked in response, so she continued.
"And as for never meeting anyone like me before, maybe that's for the best. I will never be anything other than myself, and that means I will never be cooperative. You'd do well to find someone else." Her voice had a tinge of hope within it, causing his smirk to deepen.
"All I want," he drawled, "is for you to be exactly who you are" he said, sincerely, with a sickening sweet smile on his face, his eyes wide in earnest.
She simply scowled in response, deciding not to speak with him for the rest of the journey.
To her relief, he actually dropped her off at her apartment. She almost broke the door handle in her enthusiasm to leave his presence. But to her dismay, he followed after her.
She stomped all the way up to her front door, unfortunately hearing his quiet footsteps right behind her.
Scrambling for her keys like one of the heroines in Ginny's favourite novels, Hermione tried her best to open the door before the monster reached her.
His hand slammed onto the door right by her head, and she jumped, dropping the keys.
"Will you just go away and quite bothering me?" she snapped, knowing she wasn't being wise, but continuing regardless. She had quite the temper – a lovely inheritance from her father – and when it got going, she couldn't stop it.
"Kiss me," he said softly, long lashes looking down on her darkly. Any woman who didn't know the truth behind his façade would have melted at his feet at such a look – but all it drew from Hermione was an incredulous laugh.
She bent down to pick up her keys, ignoring his comment, but when she stood up, she found he had encroached on her personal space once again.
"You are not acting like a gentleman. I will scream if you continue, and my landlord will call the police," she hissed, nose flaring in anger as she gestured at her landlord's door down the corridor.
He simply smiled, "If you scream, and the landlord calls the police, do you know what will happen? I'll just pay the both off, or have some friends of mine deal with them in a manner you might also consider ungentlemanly." His voice was slick with confidence as his eyes stared unblinkingly into hers.
"All you have to do is kiss me back, and I'll leave you alone. Well – for tonight," he said, coming even closer.
Hermione stared down the hall at the little red door of her landlord, Mr Hazelton. He was a lovely old man who occasionally gave her biscuits and looked after Crookshanks when she was away. She couldn't bear to be the cause of harm to him, and she knew Slytherin certainly had the capital and manpower to back up his threats.
"Fine," she croaked, nervous, but her eyes were still blazing in anger.
She reached up a gentle hand to cup his face. It was beautifully smooth, and she marvelled once more at how he had managed to keep it from aging, and safe from the ravages of time.
Pretence fell from his face as his mouth slightly opened. She felt his breath on her face; it smelled of peppermint.
She leaned up, brushing her lips against his. She knew she wouldn't get away with a simple peck, and so she pressed her lips more firmly against his, her other hand tentatively reaching to cup his neck to hold herself up, as he was significantly taller than herself.
This action proved to be unnecessary, however, as he roughly pushed her back against her front door, deepening their kiss.
The sounds reverberating in the hallway were surreal to her. The sound of skin on skin, the echo of their breaths.
Her anger still burned through her, and so when his hands on her waist began to rise, her teeth bit down on his lip, drawing blood.
He stared down at her in shock, panting. Her lips were red with his blood, and he marvelled at how beautiful it made her look.
Slytherin's face drew closer, his nose brushing against the soft skin of her cheeks, her breath matching his.
He swooped down on her once again, his lips attacking hers, and in anger she sucked on his bleeding lip, hoping to cause him pain in her passion.
He groaned, deeply, before picking her up by her thighs, their hips rubbing against each other as their lips met again and again in anger and lust.
He returned the favour and bit her lip, causing her to gasp. Taking advantage, he swept his tongue against hers, dominating her mouth as she fought back, passion overtaking anger.
She had never felt this before. She had always told herself that to fall to feelings like this was weakness.
But she had never experienced this heat, had a man who knew what he was doing. They moved in concert, perfectly synchronized, pleasure singing through their bodies.
He ground against her, and she couldn't help but release a moan. Chuckling darkly, he repeated the action, her whimpers filling the hallway.
She felt herself begin to lose control, frantic in her need for him, she needed to be closer –
"Miss Granger!" a shocked voice quaked from the stairwell.
Oh Christ.
Turning around, she found Mr Hazelton staring at her in disbelief.
She awkwardly disentangled herself from Slytherin – much to his displeasure – and in mortification, pulled her skirt down from its scandalous position on her thighs.
"I'm so sorry to have disturbed you Mr Hazelton. My Absent and I just got a bit carried away," she giggled girlishly.
Mr Hazelton loved the idea of true love, and he had spent over 50 years with his loving wife before her death. Hermione knew that he would be understanding if she pulled that card.
Glancing up at Slytherin, she found him staring down at her in amusement. Giggling was not exactly something she did.
Mr Hazelton's eyes lit up, "Oh my dear! I had no idea you had found him! No need to worry yourself. I remember those early days, my dear wife and I could barely stand being apart for too long. You and your partner must come for tea at some point!" he beamed, eyes flickering between the young 'couple' in front of him.
"Err, of course!" she said in strained enthusiasm. "Anyway, I hope you have a lovely evening Mr Hazelton."
"Thank you my dear," he said, before lowering his voice "But please do be careful, it is always best to wait until marriage!"
Her face burned, and before she could think of a response, Slytherin cut in smoothly "Of course, we have almost settled on a date. It could be my pleasure to see you there."
"Wonderful! Well I'm off to bed, but have a lovely evening." And with that, he set off down the hall, closing his door behind him, and leaving a red-faced woman and smug man in his wake.
Once the door slammed shut, Hermione's head whipped around to look at Slytherin.
"Well? You got what you wanted – I kissed you. Now I'm going to bed. I'll see you at work." She huffed, trying to forget what had just occurred between them.
"Do you see it now?" He stared at her intensely, and despite the space between them, she felt physically pinned by his gaze. "Do you see what we have between us? You can't ignore it."
"That's funny, because that's exactly what I plan on doing," she responded airily, wielding her keys once more.
"Whatever you need to believe. You belong to me, and you will learn that soon enough." He said, before kissing her cheek and descending down the stairs, leaving her fuming.
It had been a horrible night. She still couldn't believe what he'd done to her. There was no one in the world she hated more than her father. Except, perhaps, Riddle himself. The fact that they were very compatible physically meant nothing to her. It was a distraction at best. Because she knew what he was underneath his beautiful face. A monster. And he had proved that to her tonight.
OK – so that was a thing I wrote. Don't feel especially good about it, as those sort of scenes aren't exactly my strength, so apologies if it was terrible. Also I hate him pushing her around, but hey, that's the fic so far! Sorry I've been away for so long, I've had essays and exams and I am generally human trash.
I would love it if you guys would review, I'm gonna start trying to reply, so if there's anything you want me to do or change I will try my best!
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