DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR ITS CHARACTERS OR POTC

Chapter 4

(Hermione's POV)

I awoke in the middle of the night, feeling a harsh and cold breeze ravaging my flesh through my nightie. I sat up groggily, looking around me, to find I was on the Quidditch pitch. I stood up, but fell down again. I don't know why I was dizzy but I tried standing up again. I managed to do it but my head started throbbing.

I looked around the vast open space, wondering how I got there. It was then I looked up into the stands and saw a figure. It was hazy and blurred but it was there. I didn't say anything, just started backing away, turned and ran.

I got to the nearest drape-covered wall before the figure appeared in front of me and grabbed my arms in their spindly but aggressive hands. I screamed at this and tried to pull away.

The figure just laughed and said: "Dear, dear, such a voice."

"Wh-Who are you?"

"My dear, you don't know me? Well, I must say: that is a disappointment." They pulled back their hood to reveal what I had hoped never to see again.

"V-Voldemort?"

"There we go." He said, sort of teasing my but I didn't care. Voldemort was here. He was at Hogwarts. He was holding me prisoner. He walked us backwards and gently but firmly pushed me into the wall, keeping his grip on my arms. "There we go." He said, looking me up and down, pausing momentarily at my breasts which had grown over summer considerably.

"What do you want?!" I screamed, trying to free my arms, but to no success.

"Well, there are a lot of things I want. I want Dumbledore dead, I want Potter dead, I want to rule the world (a/n: like any villain) and, of course, I want not to die."

I decided to humour him. "And how would you go about that?" I hissed through my teeth, holding them shut to stop them from chattering from the cold.

"Well . . . . . being so powerful, as I am, I have my sources to anything I wish. I accessed a prophecy and I don't like what it says."

"What does it say?" still through closed teeth.

"I will die. At the hands of your precious little boyfriend."

"Nothing you don't deserve."

"Oh, your words wound me." He said sarcastically, pressing his torso against mine. He got in close to my ear, like he was whispering a secret. "But, it says that if I claim the girl as my own, Potter will die." And before I could open my mouth to answer, he continued. "And I think you can guess who 'the girl' is, hmm?"

This clicked in my mind. He pulled away from my ear and looked me in the eye. His blood red eyes staring into my hazel ones.

"Oh, God." I choked about, feeling sick to my stomach.

"Yes, I was quite surprised as well. But I quickly thought: what if I could do it? What if I could turn you onto my side?"

"Not gonna happen." I said, trying to keep myself - and my stomach - calm. "I'm with Harry and it's gonna stay that way."

He just chuckled. "You seem awfully certain? My spy will report to me about everything that you do. Whether it's brushing your hair or swimming in the lake. He will tell me everything about you whilst you're here. And right under Dumbledore's crooked nose, as well."

"I'll find out who it is. I'll stop them. I'll tell Dumbledore." I insisted.

"Really? But . . . . How many can you catch?" he saw my shocked face. "That's right. I have more than 1 spy here. Enough to fill the Gryffindor common room."

"You're lying."

He laughed and got in close to me again. "Tell yourself that if it keeps you happy, Hermione." My name sounded evil on his lips. "You will come over to my side. I know it. You know it. You're going to want me by the time my spy has accomplished his task."

"Never. I've got Harry." I insisted.

He laughed again, getting close to my face, almost close enough for our noses to brush against each other. "That's what my spy will 'make sure of'. But until then-" he released one of my arms, to trace my jaw-line. His finger was cold. Cold enough to freeze my heart. He slid it down my neck, in a circle on my chest and then roughly grabbed my breast. I shrieked at this but he silenced it by forcing his lips down onto mine.

His tongue rubbed forcefully against mine and about choked me but he pulled away just in time to let me breathe. Without pausing for breath, his lips attacked my neck and shoulder.

I clenched my teeth, unwillingly clenching my neck which gave him something to nibble on. I screamed into his hand which he forced upon my lips as he started to rip open my nightie. After a few seconds of clawing at it with his animal-like hands, he gave up. He pulled out his wand and it vanished completely, leaving me in my bra and underwear. I shivered against the cold.

"Oh." he said, actually sounding concerned. "Have I made you cold? Well, we'll have to fix that."

He took me in his arms, put his knee in between my legs and supported me whilst he hugged my cold half-bare body against his fully clothed sort of warm one. I tried pushing away but all it did was make him remove his leg, push me against the wall and pin me between his arms. Our lower half's were touching and I felt 'him' against my upper thigh and I flinched.

Sadly for me, he noticed this and began to rub himself against me. A few tears left my eyes as I turned my head, not bearing to look at the monster that was doing this to me. He lifted one of his hands, cupped my chin and turned my head towards him.

"You don't like this?" he asked, quietly. I didn't give an answer. "Hermione, answer me."

I stayed quiet for several moments before I answered. "I don't like it." I croaked quietly.

"Well, I'm sorry for that, I truly am, but I have to know you." he leant in close and forced his lips upon mine. I tried pulling my head back but it was already against the wall. He pulled away. "I have to get to know you."

"Please, stop it." I half whispered, a few tears freeing themselves from my eyelashes.

"No, Hermione. Come on, I know what you want. You want Harry to make a move before you do. You don't want to seem eager." He said, knowingly. I forced myself to glare at him but all it earned me was harder rubbing and kisses on my neck. I turned my head away and flinched whilst gave me a hard hickey. I never thought anyone would give me hickey, especially not Voldemort. His touch was even colder and harsher than before. I finally summoned strength.

"GET THE HELL OFF ME!" I bellowed. I saw that this shocked him but he didn't let me go or stopping rubbing. "Let me go!" I was now fuming inside and he was only making this worse.

"Well, well, I never thought I'd live to see the day when Hermione-"

"Don't say my name!" I hissed.

He ignored me. If anything, this was only turning him on more. "When Hermione Granger would be disrespectful." We stayed silent for a few moments whilst he started to slow down due to exhaustion. "You will come over to my side, I know it."

"You seem very certain."

"One word, my dear: curiosity." I looked at him as if he were insane. "You long for freedom. You want to do what you want to do because you want to do it. To act on selfish impulse. One day, you won't be able to resist. You're going to want it. You see, we are very much alike. You just don't know it."

"Why don't you care about anyone other than yourself?" I asked, changing the subject, yet staying on it.

"I do. I care about you."

"Only because you have to get me to like you so you won't die. Because you and I are alike. And there will come a moment in time when you have the chance to show it. To do the right thing."

"I love those moments. I love to wave at them as they pass by."

"You'll do it. Not because you have to. Because you want to."

"You seem very certain."

"One word: curiosity. You want to know what it tastes like. To do the right thing and gain the rewards that follow."

He chuckled to himself. "Never." He kissed me hard and long again and pulled away. "I'll be around." He vanished and before I knew it, I was back in my bed.