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Chapter 4: Who are you?
The golden Benz cruised through the streets as Hermione struggled to get free from the seatbelt. "Why do you struggle so?" Harry whispered softly in her ear. "Do you not wish to be with me?"
"I want to be with Draco," Hermione said stubbornly.
"Oh, I'm sure you'll warm up to me soon enough," Harry cryptically stated. The Benz stopped in front of "Potter Estates", Harry's mansion. Harry released Hermione from her seat and led her into the mansion. "Mask," Harry said, and the door opened. He carried a still struggling Hermione into his room and dropped her on his bed. She sprang up, only to be struck back down by Harry's arm.
"Naughty, naughty, 'Mione," crooned Harry. Once again she found herself lying under the body of someone else.
"No! No, Harry! Stop!" wiggling frantically to get free, "What's wrong with you! Get off of me! This isn't funny!" She began beating his chest to no avail. He smirked,
"Actually, I find this very funny, and ironic, but you don't know the half of it."
"What do you want from me?" she screamed.
"What do you think I want!" Harry said gruffly. "I want the thing you would never give me! The thing I've longed for everyday of my life!" His voice rose sharply and Hermione cowered under him.
"I'll never agree…" she choked out.
"Oh, but I think you will," he whispered. Her breathing quickened as she began to panic. Her muscles tensed and her eyes widened in shock. Harry saw this and flipped her over sandwiching her between him and the bed. Her cries were muffled by the numerous pillows and blankets strewn about on the vast bed. She thrashed desperately trying to throw him off of her. "Give up, Hermione, there's no where to run," he held tightly by the waist not letting her win. Finally after an hour she fell limp from exhaustion. As silent tears rolled down her face she said, "Harry…please…." He slowly rolled off of her watching her carefully. She didn't try anything though, she couldn't. She was so tired she could hardly move. He encircled her waist and brought her to his chest. He nuzzled her neck inhaling her sweet aroma and brushed her hair aside. He kissed her lightly on the forehead and allowed her to wriggle out of his grasp. She crawled warily to the far side of the vast bed and curled into a ball, which brought her small comfort. She brought the covers up to her chin like a small child and buried her face in the masses of pillows. After a long while, she drifted off into a troubled and uneasy sleep. Harry quietly rolled over and draped his arm protectively over her waist. He snuggled into her back and brushed the hair off of her neck whispering, " I love you." Before falling asleep himself.
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Hermione jolted awake, and felt hot breath rolling over the back of her neck, and found Harry who was just waking up beside her. She quickly began her struggling once more to free her from his grasp, but his arm that was draped lazily around her waist pulled her torturously into a vise-like grip. She screamed and flipped towards him trying to push herself away using him as leverage. While her arms pushed, he pulled her unsuspecting hips into his, and she started to kick. Her legs soon became entangled in the sheets, leaving her more vulnerable than before. He rolled on top of Hermione and slipped his hands under her shoulders, and pulled her up so that their noses touched. Hermione froze. Harry smirked, a smirk worthy of Slytherin praise. He slowly dipped down and brushed his lips lightly with hers with such tenderness. She shivered uncontrollably in his arms, which grew tighter. She stared questioningly into his eyes, which revealed nothing. His lips then crashed down upon hers, with only one desire, to devour her whole. His teeth nipped her lip. Her breath hitched in her throat, causing her to gasp. Without hesitation, he slipped his tongue into her mouth, exploring it with obvious pleasure. That's when Hermione remembered what a good kisser Harry was. In 6th year he had kissed her in the hall. They had spent nights on the terrace kissing under his invisibility cloak. Then, she had eagerly kissed back with all of her heart, but now used all of her will power not to react. Though she knew….she was starting to crack. She was starting to enjoy this kiss. Harry plowed on, his tongue searching the corners of Hermione's mouth. Hermione pressed her head back into the soft pillows, trying to put distance between herself and the Gryffindor King, only to find him pushing down on her. She squeezed her eyes shut and frantically tried to formulate a plan. Harry was obviously too strong to push off, and was kissing by force. She realized the Draco had given her the choice. Her mind turned back to the steamy nights in 6th year, under the precious cloak. She remembered how Draco had almost caught her and Harry, with him breathing right in their faces, but him not seeing them. A sudden feeling of Harry's hand moving down the side of her body jerked her awake from her memories. She realized that if Harry wanted her so badly, then why had he dumped her in 7th year! She remembered her tears, and pleads, and his sudden rejection. She gave a cry of disgust and clamped her teeth down on his tongue.
"AUUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH!" he wailed, while holding his hands over his mouth. He rolled off of Hermione quickly, which gave Hermione the chance she needed. Dress rumpled and face flushed, she sprang from her bed and dashed towards the door, but of course found it locked. She rattled the doorknob frantically. Suddenly, she heard a deafening click of a gun cocking. She whipped around to find herself looking down the barrel of a small, silver handgun. Her eyes darted to Harry's face which was formed in a cocky smile. She slumped against the locked door in defeat.
" I wouldn't try anything if I were you, 'Mione," he whispered, his voice echoing strangely from the walls. "You've disobeyed me one time too often," Harry said menacingly, "I'll be right back with something that might persuade you to change your mind, dear." He said the last word gruffly, shoving Hermione against the wall, and slid his hand down her face. She turned away, and he left without another word.
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Too soon did he return, with a small, dirty sack. Hermione soon realized that the "sack" was Winkling.
"NO! WINKLING!" she cried, but Harry had already whipped out a small knife which was pressed to the house elf's rigid neck. She flung herself at Harry's feet.
"HARRY, NO! PLEASE, DON'T!" she sobbed, "What would Dobby think!" she said desperately.
"Oh…he's already had his fun with this one," he said nonchalantly. He grinned devilishly over the innocent, bowed figure. He stooped over and stroked her hair like she was a little child. He then gathered a bunch of curls in his hand and tugged slightly. She jumped to her feet and clutched his hands that held her hair captive. He then dropped Winkling to the floor and pulled her into his chest, back first. He then held the knife up to her own throat and began to slowly press it into her white flesh.
"How does it feel, Mione? How does it feel to be trapped? As life slowly presses in on you from all sides? Does it hurt, darrrrling?" he purred, not unlike a lazy cat sitting out in the sun. A small trickle of blood slowly slipped down the side of the blade and sluggishly made its way down her neck. He leaned around her neck and licked the trail of crimson that stained her milky skin. She leaned her head back against his shoulder and stared to the ceiling in pure ecstasy. She prayed for the pain and unwanted pleasure to cease. Just at the moment she thought she would lose herself in the cruel torture, Winkling whimpered. Harry looked slowly and saw that he had left the house elf to awaken from her drugged stupor. He easily kicked her against the wall, which caused Hermione to scream, "WINKLING!" Harry flipped Hermione around violently, making her curls spin around and whip her face.
"Kiss me," he stated emotionless, "kiss me and I shall let you go to her."
Hermione thrust her face up to kiss him quickly so as to go to her friend, but Harry wouldn't let her get away that easily. He pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss. Hermione struggled until Harry had enough. He released her and she fell to the floor beside Winkling. She cradled the little elf as if she were a small child. Harry towered over her and watched enviously as Hermione cared for the elf. He wished she would do the same to him, but it was not so. He watched once again as she laid Winkling down upon the plush pillows. A dark cloud settled across his face, as she walked cautiously back to him. He smiled and held out his hand. She stared at it with surprise and searched his eyes for an answer, but found none. When she recoiled from his outstretched hand he strode up quickly and whipped out the gun which he still kept in his pocket. He pulled her back up against his chest and held the gun out in front of her, pointed at the floor. She looked up quickly and saw a crazed smile on his lips. She looked back to his hand in time to see his finger pull the trigger. The jolt of sound and the fear of the bullet caused her to jump back into his body. He wrapped her in a tight embrace and then pressed the barrel to Hermione's stomach. She finally broke down. She began to sob openly and violently. The sobs wracked her slim figure and her shoulders heaved.
"Shhhhhhh…" he crooned to her. He kissed her tears and caressed her face.
"Don't cry, pet, it will all be over soon." His finger tightened on the trigger and she watched as if in slow motion as the trigger clicked. She waited to feel the searing heat of the bullet, but when she felt none she glanced up through her tear streaked face and Harry. He grinned.
"You didn't think I'd let you go away so soon, now did you?" he mocked. She stared in shock and slumped to the floor. Harry got down on all fours and crawled over her limp body. He cupped her chin in his hand and stared into her eyes. They stared back, revealing her broken soul.
"Don't you know who I am?" he asked suddenly.
"Harry," she whispered. He then pulled her into his lap as he sat indian on the floor. He stroked her jaw line.
"I would think you would've caught on by now," he chuckled, "but obviously the years in Gryffindoor have poisoned you pretty little mind." he said gleefully. Hermione still stared blankly at the wall. "You would've gone far in Ravenclaw, or perhaps….Slytherin." The words dropped from his mouth like stones. She whipped around. He began to glow a greenish haze and he lifted of the floor in levitation. She dropped to the floor in surprise. She stood and watched in horror as Harry was suddenly not looking like himself.
"All things are not what they seem…" he whispered down at her grinning devilishly. She turned upward and screamed as Harry's eyes turned from green to brown and his face contorted into that of Tom Riddle.
" Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," he crooned menacingly. "Harry may have been able to take your screaming, but as you can see, I'm not Harry. He floated to the floor and knelt in front of Hermione. Her screams quickly ceased.
"V-v-v-v…." she stuttered.
"Voldemort." He finished, kissing her full on the lips, and with that Hermione's screams were smothered.