Blasphemy by cosmopolitan411

Rating: PG13
Genres: Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 7
Published: 23/06/2008
Last Updated: 26/10/2008
Status: Completed

Manipulative. Coercive. Sly. And yet, they all loved her, they were so blind—couldn’t see that
every word from her mouth was a perfectly calculated move to gain control over them. [part 3 in the
Kismet Series; can be read alone]




1. Blasphemy
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**Disclaimer***: does this look like a very Pro!Ginny story?*

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**Blasphemy**

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**Summary***: Manipulative. Coercive. Sly. And yet, they all loved her, they were so
blind—couldn't see that every word from her mouth was a perfectly calculated move to gain
control over them. [part 3 in the Kismet Series; can be read alone]*

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God, everything about their marriage was doomed from the start; I don't even understand why
they can't see it already. It's as if they're denying the inevitable; *every* sign
points to the dissolution of this faux, little, *blasphemous* “marriage” that they partook
in.

I mean everything about it is just so wrong. Bloody hell, they even took pictures together while
they were engaged; everyone knows that that's the perfect way to ensure that your marriage
won't end well, so *why* go on pretending? *Why* prolong the pain of it?

It's just so pointless.

“Why are you sighing?” a rather annoyingly chipper voice asks me as I fix a tendril before
placing the veil upon my head as I study my face in the mirror. I have to admit that I really do
look flawless.

“Nothing, Hermione,” is my terse response as I try to muster some warmth in my tone while I
speak to the bitch that took Harry from me with her calculated and perfectly executed lies.

She smiles at me as she tugs at her bride's maid dress. “Well don't scrunch up your face
like that then. You're getting married today, Gin, so turn that smile upside down!” she tuts me
with a bright smile that I can't help but cock a condescending eyebrow at. *Really*, she
just makes it too easy.

She's so talented at it, though, that much I'll admit; compelling people to do whatever
it is that she wants without them even realizing the slightest fault in it all. She brainwashed
Harry, *blinded* him to all else—all logic and reasoning, making him absolutely ignorant as to
what was *really* meant to be. All of her lies, all of her actions, all of her exploitation is
*sacrilege* and I just pray that one day she'll be struck down by a lightening bolt for
having toyed with the fates as she did.

We need to be done with people like her anyway.

She does it all in so many different situations, never able to allow people to have what they
want, for once. Even with their first son she couldn't let go of that unparallel and evil need
to control everything around her so it fits to all of her *perfect,* *little*
expectations.

He merely wanted to name his child Albus Severus and she said “no”, can you imagine such a
thing? I mean even when he was trying to do something honorable by trying to pay homage to his
former mentors she bluntly told him that it was the “sweetest and most horrific” name she had ever
heard and that she would never subject her child to such a fate. The bloody bint has no respect for
him; he deserves so much more than a woman that would coerce him into naming his son something
other than what *he* wants.

She's just *so* demanding, forcing him to change his ideals so that they'll fit her
*perfect, little* picture of what life should be like—it's fake, it's unreal. She
doesn't see him, not *really*, not like I do.

She can't see that he's perfect: he's loyal, brave, strong, famous, rich—everything
that any woman could ever want. *No*, to her he's *still* faulty, “a narcissistic
little pillock” she calls him whenever he does something that she'd classify as showing off.
She even puts on this teasing voice that I can clearly see is just another front—but no one else
does, blind *fools*.

She can't see that he's deserving of the praise. Instead, she breaks him down, makes him
think that he isn't worthy of anyone else but her. She turns him into a meek and weak little
man—a shell of who he once was—who is too afraid to look anywhere else for fear that he'll be
rejected.

She's breaking him.

“Bloody hell, Ginny, you're getting married today, to Neville Longbottom no less—you should
be happy, on pins and needles as you await that moment where you get to walk down the aisle and
marry the love of your life. It's magical, Gin, live it up while you can,” Hermione berates me
good-naturedly, obviously trying to delude me into thinking that she cares for me, make me forget
that she stole the love of my life.

Besides, honestly, as if Neville *Longbottom* could ever sate my needs! For Christ's
sake, he's the bloody Boy-Who-Wasn't, the “*maybe?*… no,” the reject. As if someone so
worthlessly second place could ever fulfill my desires, truly satisfy me. Why the mere idea is so
utterly preposterous that I can't help but laugh at the prospect. *Pathetic*, really.

Although, I can't deny that I'm excited about the moment that I do walk down that aisle
today. In fact, I *am* on “pins and needles,” I can just imagine what will happen—these past
eight months of perfectly calculated planning will finally pay off. When I walk down that pathway
he'll see me, see how amazingly beautiful I am, how good I am, how perfect I am—and how
unbelievably lacking and malicious his “wife” is.

When I walk down that aisle I *know* he'll object; I know he'll just realize it,
*see* it. I *know* that despite the fact that we may let society down by the unorthodox
manner of revealing our love, he—*we* won't care because, honestly, who wants to let the
universe down for the sake of satisfying the protocols of society?

After all, who are we to argue with fate? Who are we to commit blasphemy by ignoring what is so
clearly in the stars?

We're kismet, and that's why it'll all fall into place in the end. I know it.

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*further reading:*

****Part IV****
****Part V

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