yes..her lord. her voldemort. her love. he couldn't be seen as such, but she could feel his presence. It was hard for any without the gift of magic to avoid feeling HIS presence... unless of course he didn't want them to. her lord was very good at hiding. he had been occupying the same room at hogwarts for an entire semester now, and not even that overpraised geizer dumbledore had noticed his proximity. He would be stronger now.. ruling hogwarts, if not the entire world, but her dimwitted so-called friends had ruined his plans. if she'd felt then.. what she felt now.. she would have killed them on the spot and had done with their nagging voices.
yes..he could hide, if he wanted. so could she, now. she had been learning, watching, daring to ask questions. she had potential he said, "for magic.. for love.. for power". recently she had been able to sneak away from her so called friends more and more frequently, manipulating their fragile minds to convince them of the vital importance attatched to the completion of any task other than clinging to her robes. but despire that... she desperetly wanted to tell harry, ron, ginny, everyone, what she had done, who she had loved, been loved by and made love to in so many ways. they wouldn't understand though. she could imagine it now. harrys condesending laugh
"hermione, you dimwitted girl. hes just using you to get to hogwarts! he doesn't love you..now come and show dumbledore where he is so we can be free of his brutish ways".
ron of course.. would just stare.. and drool.. as he always did. hermione knew she had a fantastic body, it had blossomed spetacularly over her years at hogwarts, but ron was just a child. he would have neither the experience to care for her needs, nor the power to satisfy her thirst for control.
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as she stared towards the center of the room she could feel his mind moving towards hers... they had what no other couple in history could ever claim to have experienced. their minds where seperate, yet at the same time, one and the same. her thoughts where his, and his hers. they didnt need physical contact to express their feelings, or to stimulate eachother. most pitiful couples had to rely on the physical sensations provided by contact.. transfered through minute electric impulses via the nervous system to the mind. diluted. unresponsive. uncaring. but voldermort and her.. their minds struck at eachothers directly, stimulating some pleasure points, caressing others. it was, as far as hermione could tell from her limited experiences with a few 4th years, the most sensual experience that one could imagine....
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hermione woke up in the girls dorms to the frantic tones of various badly charmed alarm clocks, books and even a rather distraught frog. she couldnt remember how she got there..but then again she never could. everything was always as a dream after their encounters, faded...fogged. nothing could compare to the sense of elation she experienced when he entered her mind, her body. she could remember his last words though.
"didnt i tell you, my love, my hermione. i could fuck your brains out". crude. dripping with power. with lust. with control. the very essence of voldermort. lucious malfoy and his stupid cronies could keep their sentimentle death eaters garments and ideals, voldermort had done with them. he was hers now, the world was hers, theirs...voldermorts.
yes..he could hide, if he wanted. so could she, now. she had been learning, watching, daring to ask questions. she had potential he said, "for magic.. for love.. for power". recently she had been able to sneak away from her so called friends more and more frequently, manipulating their fragile minds to convince them of the vital importance attatched to the completion of any task other than clinging to her robes. but despire that... she desperetly wanted to tell harry, ron, ginny, everyone, what she had done, who she had loved, been loved by and made love to in so many ways. they wouldn't understand though. she could imagine it now. harrys condesending laugh
"hermione, you dimwitted girl. hes just using you to get to hogwarts! he doesn't love you..now come and show dumbledore where he is so we can be free of his brutish ways".
ron of course.. would just stare.. and drool.. as he always did. hermione knew she had a fantastic body, it had blossomed spetacularly over her years at hogwarts, but ron was just a child. he would have neither the experience to care for her needs, nor the power to satisfy her thirst for control.
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as she stared towards the center of the room she could feel his mind moving towards hers... they had what no other couple in history could ever claim to have experienced. their minds where seperate, yet at the same time, one and the same. her thoughts where his, and his hers. they didnt need physical contact to express their feelings, or to stimulate eachother. most pitiful couples had to rely on the physical sensations provided by contact.. transfered through minute electric impulses via the nervous system to the mind. diluted. unresponsive. uncaring. but voldermort and her.. their minds struck at eachothers directly, stimulating some pleasure points, caressing others. it was, as far as hermione could tell from her limited experiences with a few 4th years, the most sensual experience that one could imagine....
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hermione woke up in the girls dorms to the frantic tones of various badly charmed alarm clocks, books and even a rather distraught frog. she couldnt remember how she got there..but then again she never could. everything was always as a dream after their encounters, faded...fogged. nothing could compare to the sense of elation she experienced when he entered her mind, her body. she could remember his last words though.
"didnt i tell you, my love, my hermione. i could fuck your brains out". crude. dripping with power. with lust. with control. the very essence of voldermort. lucious malfoy and his stupid cronies could keep their sentimentle death eaters garments and ideals, voldermort had done with them. he was hers now, the world was hers, theirs...voldermorts.