Hermione didn't care that he would move Heaven and Earth for her, or that he would do anything to give her the world. There was only one thing she ever cared for, but that was taken from her. Lord Voldemort, no, she refused to call him by that name. They played a staring game from their opposite end of the long table that nearly covered the width of the kitchen in the Riddle Mansion.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle," she hissed like a curse at him as his favorite snake slithered towards her.

"I told you not to call me that," he said as he tapped his well trimmed fingernails on the huge mahogany table.

They were lovers, once upon a time. It seemed so long ago. Every memory they had felt like a lifetime after a civil war in the Magical world began. It was then she knew that he was too far gone and the Tom Riddle she loved no longer existed. Instead, he was now what he anointed himself, Lord Voldemort.

At the crowded Platform 9 3/4 of 1 September 1991 was when they first met. She had brunette bushy hair twice the size of the norm that made her standout in the crowd. He had noticed her then. He had perfect dark curls and light skin that seemed to glow beneath the sunlight. She couldn't help but notice him.

"My dear Hermione," his lips narrowed.

"Don't ever say my name, you filth. You're an imposter. A con."

"I used to do more than just say your name," his lips curled to a smile.

She heaved forward and almost puked out the bile in her stomach. The enchanted rope that bound her to her seat stung. A part of her still couldn't believe that the monster in front of her was the same Tom Riddle she fell in love with.

He changed after their Fifth Year, but she was foolish and in love. She had given her everything to him, whilst he spoke of Wizards and Witches finally having their rightful place in the world. She never realized that he meant Muggles would bend or break, whether they chose to or not.

Those who were greedy for power, listened to all of his words and fell for his trap. It was nothing but lies. He only wanted power for himself and immortality that would let him lead without resistance from others. No one would be able to touch him, not even death.

Now they were at a standstill. It was a stalemate, after she destroyed two of his Horcruxes that he hid in the dumbest and unreliable places.

The Magical world was in ruins and in chaos by the war he caused. Pure bloods and some half bloods, who agreed with his rhetoric, wanted to cleanse the Magic world of Mudbloods, whilst others fought to save them.

After her Sixth Year, she made it her mission to destroy his Horcruxes. She set out on a months long quest. It was one of the most difficult time of her life, but she would do it all over again.

"For someone smart, you were pretty stupid to let others hide your souls. I don't regret it one bit, destroying them."

He quickly rose from his seat. His long strides were silent as he made his way towards her. "My love," he used his index finger to lift her chin to force her to look at him. "There's three more you haven't found. Still, it isn't what I want to talk about."

"I hate you, Riddle."

"Hermione," he traced her jaw and buried his fingers in her untamed hair. He yanked it back, forcing her to stare at him.

"Rot in hell."

In anger, he raised his wand to her neck. "I really hoped that you would take my side."

"Never. You're a monster. No, you're worse than a monster. Practically the Devil himself."

"I would have given you the world.".

"You destroyed it," her eyes glistened with tears at the thought of her friends, who died trying to save the world from him.

"A bit overdramatic, don't you think? There are still billions. Tragic that Wizards and Witches had to die, but it was their choice."

"They were trying to save the world from you. How was that a choice to die?"

"They simply could have chosen my side."

"You were killing Muggles and Muggle born Witches and Wizards. How dare you!" she said in anger.

"I would have never let them hurt you, my love. You're different from other Muggle born."

"Why? Because I made the mistake of loving you?"

He wrapped his long fingers around her neck and pressed his fingertips on her pulse. "Don't ever call us a mistake," he stood up straight and fixed his robe. "The minister will be here soon to officiate our wedding. Be a dear and behave."

"I will never marry you."

"My love, it wasn't a question. The fate of the world is in your hands. Marry me, and I'll be sure to seize the war."

"All of this because you wanted to get married?"

"I wanted power, immortality and you. I have the other two, and I will have you. Do more have to die because of your stubbornness?"

"How do I know that you'll keep your word? What about the prisoners in Azkaban? What will happen to those, who refuse to follow you?"

"I know that you're their leader, Hermione. I'm sure you can persuade them."

She shook her head. The thought of marrying him made her sick to her stomach. She hunched over, and tasted the bitterness of bile as she vomited on the floor.

He simply waved his hand and cleaned up the mess. "Would you rather that more die?"

"Of course not."

"Then you will be my wife."

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