With your Touch
Disclaimer: I own nothing of the glorious writer J.K. Rowling, and if I did, you will all be brought into my sick-minded world. Hehe! LOL!
Author's Note: Ahh yah sorry the other chapter was short. This is my very first fan fic so yah I have no idea what I'm doing but R and R! Thanks Katie! I am also sorry if Hermione is OOC.
Summary: Hermione is in her 7th year at hogwarts and is the new head girl. She has very much changed now that someone has caught her eye. Rated R for later chapts.
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That peace lasted only but an hour, for her dream changed drastically visited by the only Tom Riddle, Lord Voldemort.
He was with her. She felt his breath against her neck and his body against hers. He pulled on her hair, made her groan, made her scream. They were in that bed, completely black marble, black silk sheets and black satin bed curtains. Her skin was pale against it. Her hair silky brown. When he dug his teeth into her flesh, the blood that leaked from her veins was fire. It lit the bed ablaze as they made violent, black love. And yet it was love, as she climbed a top him and ripped the bed hangings and wrapped herself in the satin and fire. As he slapped her and she clawed his back and chest. It hurt so good. It felt like hours, but they finished quickly and he gave her a gown of ice, crawling with flame. He led her from pure black places into cities and set her free. People marveled at her beauty. Muggles. Purebloods.
With that she awoke. Sweat drenched her body, she felt out of breath as if she had been running up stairs. She looked down at her body, her clothes were still intact and she felt no pain. She came to the conclusion it was just a dream, a very hot and evil dream that she very much enjoyed.
She rested her head back on her pillow, closing her eyes thinking, savoring the moment, the dream.
"Beep, beep, beep" rang her alarm clock.
Her eyes flashed open, and she stared at the clock. It's red luminous numbers read 7:00. She groaned and got out of bed. She treaded the path to her bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror.
"Boy, I'm hot" She said silently to herself, smiling.
She striped off her clothing, the chilled air in her room made her skin threaten Goosebumps. Once naked and cold, Hermione turn the shower taps on and stepped into the warm shower awaiting her. She gasped as the water snaked down her body. She closed her eyes, remembering the dream. Her hands absent-mindedly fondled her breasts. Even though it was wrong, the whole thing with being evil, and being with Voldemort, where others feared him. She fell in love with him, his roughness, but the love in his fiery eyes, she longed for his cold touch, even if it was in her dreams.
She turned off the taps and stepped out of the shower. She wrapped a towel in her hair and one around her body. She walked out of her bathroom and into her room. She sensed it, something or someone had been watching her and still was. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up and she shivered. She walked to the window of her room the sun's rays shining through. Her eyes scanned the outside, then she saw it, the tiniest movement and whatever it was, was gone.
Her eyes lingered even though it had gone.
"Mione, your breakfast is getting cold, can you please hurry up?" her mother's calm and collect voice yelled from the bottom of the stairs that lead up to her room.
She jumped, for her mother frightened her.
"Coming mother" she replied, rolling her eyes.
She held the towel to her body, feeling a little self-conscience as she walked over to her dresser and pulled out some clothes. She slipped on a black bra, which fitted perfectly making her breasts look bigger, and a black thong. Next came a pair of tight faded blue hip hugger jeans, and a black fleece sweater. She admired her appearance in the mirror, before taking out the towel in her hair. She muttered a few spells and her make up was done. Then it came to hair. She didn't miss the bushiness of it. Her hair laid flat down her back with smooth curls. She looked one last time in the mirror before leaving her room and heading downstairs.
She entered the kitchen, and her breakfast was awaiting her. Her father sat across from her mother reading the muggle newspaper and absent-mindedly eating his toast. Her mother smiled at her as she sat down and ate her breakfast.
"Good morning, sweetie" her mother said.
"Oh, morning mom, dad"
Her dad looked up from his paper and his eyes looked her up and down, he got very warm in his pants. Her mother noticed the expression on her husband's face and cleared her throat. He looked to her and nodded and read his newspaper, one and awhile glancing at his daughter. Hermione took notice of her dad starring at her and smiled at him.
When she finished breakfast, she cleaned her dishes and walked back to her room, getting everything ready for her departure at Kings Cross. She couldn't wait to be riding the train to Hogwarts, sitting with her friends, eating sweets and laughing about old times. She was going to her second home and her life was perfect…or was it?