Author's Note: Review me and say which ending you like better. So far it's a tie.

Tomorrow: Rewrite of chapter one from Magdalena's perspective. And did I mention I'm working on a sequel?

Here's the soundtrack to this story. The songs kind of go in order.

"Red Light Fever" Liz Phair

"Tear You Apart" She Wants Revenge

"Man" Yeah Yeah Yeahs

"Auf Achse" Franz Ferdinand

"Modern Romance/Poor Song" Yeah Yeah Yeahs

"Demolition Lovers" My Chemical Romance

"Everlong" Foo Fighters

"Midnight Show" The Killers

"The Fever" Von Bondies

"The Denial Twist" The White Stripes

"This Celluloid Dream" AFI

"We Might As Well Be Strangers" Keane

"Drowning Lessons" My Chemical Romance

"Last Dance" The Cure

"Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off" Panic! At The Disco

"Televisor" Morningwood

Almost forgot: Content warning!

Chapter 8 - The Alternative Ending

Five Years Later

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I've missed her passion so much. I missed her willingness and her sex appeal and I wanted her, but not just how I've had her before. I wanted to take her.

I could do it so easily too. A simple spell to keep her from waking would suffice or maybe one to make her forget her well-balanced thinking and act solely on desire.

Then she released me and turned her face away slightly. Feeling vampiric, I kissed her neck and moved down to the space between her breasts, right above her heart.

I took my wand out of my jacket's pocket, deciding on a fairly simple spell that I had learned just for the occasion. I touched the tip to her forehead and whispered.

I had first found the spell in a book I had taken out of the library in my fifth year. "For lovers" was the headline on the page. With a title like that, who could keep from reading? The spell would put someone in a state where they could not think about consequences or reasons why they shouldn't act and they would only be able to act out their most wicked fantasies. In theory, it's a dangerous spell when in the wrong hands, I was surprised to find it in a school library, but the spell only works if the two people involved have already been thinking those thoughts about each other.

I had no doubts in my mind that the spell would work.

Magdalena's long eyelashes fluttered open and I was met with her stunned gaze. Her gray-blue eyes slowly came back to life. No longer did she have that lackluster stare that I had seen at Slughorn's Christmas party. They were full of vitality and fear. She didn't seem to believe that I was on her bed, looking over her. I could hear her mind telling her It's just a dream. He's not really there. You're just dreaming.

The fear melted away as the spell took effect. Her eyelids lowered, her breathing became regular, and her lips curled into a slight smile as she looked into my eyes. She was temporarily forgetting that night in my dorm.

"Magdalena." I said anxiously. She knew what I was looking for.

She gently ran her fingers along the side of my head and forcibly pulled my mouth down towards hers. Within seconds we were gasping for air. Legs tangling again, sweat already forming on my forehead, her sighs egging me on; five years is way too long to have to wait for this.

I felt her hands crawling underneath my shirt. Her long fingers sent waves through me on contact. They warmed my cold body as she traced patterns down my spine. I groaned at the sensation it gave me. A prelude of what's to come.

She took her hands off my back and instead pulled off my suit jacket and laid it on the floor. Then she unbuttoned my shirt, a smirk on her face as she did it. Seeing a smirk on her face filled me with suppressed rage. We were almost perfect.

She tidily laid the shirt on top of the blazer. No matter how foggy her mind is, she could still be orderly and refined. She ran her hands over my chest, giving me that same strange feeling I had felt when she was rubbing my back. I sucked in a breath. I thought I heard her chuckle at my enchanted response.

She seemed to think she had the dominant role, being the one to undress me, but she needed to be shown otherwise. I pinned down her hands and pulled down one of the straps of her nightgown, tasting the bare skin of her breasts. Every bit of her was irresistible. She allowed herself to go limp and let me do as I pleased.

This will be something for her to remember. She'll wake up the next morning still feeling me on her, in her, touching her, tasting her and think it was all just a vivid dream. Just a safe dream where she can pretend that I am who she once thought I was. But I'm not.

I ran my hands down her front, over her chest and stomach until they rested on her thighs. She shivered at my cold hands on her warm body. I reached under her nightgown and slowly pulled off her black underwear and dropped it on the floor by my shirt.

She propped herself up on her elbows and watched me curiously as I removed my pants and underwear, that devilish smile creeping across her face.

I pushed her back down onto the bed and she wrapped her legs around my hip. I entered her slowly to see each reaction that crossed her face. She shut her eyes vigorously and let out a small cry of pain. Even though I didn't need more proof that she was chaste, it was nice to have it. Seeing her in pain, pain that I caused, gave me mixed emotions. This wasn't like when I would taunt her. This was actual, physical pain. On one hand, I wanted to stop so she wouldn't have to feel this way but on the other hand, I wanted to continue. I was controlling her and she didn't want to stop in spite of the pain.

I moved a little quicker and she gave a moan of ecstasy. I was still controlling her, she was still succumbing to everything that I wanted, but now I was giving her pleasure. I don't know which one I preferred.

I slowly moved out a little and I heard her whimper.

"No, please don't." she murmured feebly.

I smiled. That's what I wanted to hear.

The silk of her nightgown against my chest, her warm hands on my frigid back, exploring the various contours of her form as I took her; she reached her climax followed by mine only seconds later and we collapsed into each other, trying to catch our breath, covered in sweat.

"Magdalena," I said softly, looking into her sparkling eyes. I kissed her lightly until she drifted off to sleep. Falling asleep after the fantasy is over is a common side effect of the spell and a convenient one in this case.

Worn out by the throes of lovemaking, she looked even more beautiful than when I had first come into her room and saw how she has changed.

After relishing in the feeling of her next to me a little more, I got off the bed and picked her underwear up off the floor. The hem was a little ripped so I carefully put it back on her. A vivid dream indeed.

I got dressed, pulling on my rumpled pants and buttoning up my shirt. They were less wrinkled than they had been before I got there. She had laid them out so neatly for me.

I was just grabbing my jacket when I heard her stirring.

"Tom."

She said my name on a sigh, one that was filled with want but with a hint of disappointment. I backed away from the bed with a sense of curiosity as to what she was thinking.

"We could have..." she started before taking a deep breath. Her voice was sleepy and barely audible but I could still understand it. Then it occurred to me that she didn't know I was really there. She was dreaming about me.

"I could have loved you."

I froze. She could have loved me. She almost loved me then and would love me now had it not been for, what? For the fact that I wanted to rid the world of mudbloods? For the fact that she didn't share my beliefs?

I offered her everything. More than I would ever offer anyone. I gave her all of my mind and the chance to be with me as my accomplice and life partner. And she turned it down. I'm disgusted with her. How could I have let her in so close?

I can't continue like this. If she can't be the biggest part in my life, I don't want her in it at all.

I raised my wand to her heart, the heart I almost had and then I paused. She rolled over towards me so I could see her, really see her. She looked sad, more sad than I have ever seen her. Her lips quivered with more unspoken words about how she had cared so deeply for me. She was on the verge of tears and she was thinking about me. She was thinking about how we were almost perfect.

I lowered my wand.

A hand flew to her face, wiping her closed eyes. There were no visible tears but she was crying. She was crying in her dream. She crying over me.

I walked over to her bed and placed one last kiss on her swollen, trembling lips. I let my hand linger on her pallid cheek and she took hold of it with her own hand, her whole body shaking with sorrow. After a few brief moments, I drew my hand away from her face. As if reacting to the loss, she pulled her legs close to her chest making her look scared and lonely. Did I make her feel that way or did I prevent her from feeling that way?

I was about to leave when I noticed something on her nightstand. The rose I had given her all those years ago was sitting in a thin waterless vase next to her moon earrings. I can't believe she keep it. It was now dried out but it still had that one thorn. The rose was our relationship.

Carefully, I removed a petal from the flower and placed it in my pocket. A memento of our flawed perfection.

I looked back at her. A beautiful mistake worth making.

I know now that I should never let anyone get too close and I can only trust myself. Not that I've ever even considered letting someone get that close anyway. I have no real friends, only allies.

From that day forward, I had shoved the thoughts of her to the back of my mind and drank potions to assure that I wouldn't think or dream about her every night and day. But I watched her. I made sure that she didn't find anyone else; anyone else who she could actually love. But there was no one else out there for her. She had no interest in finding another. I was the closest thing she'll ever have to a true love. She will always be no one else's but mine.