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Bloody hell, that witch is amazing!” I scream as I look around the beautiful area we appeared. We were greeted by the aroma of honeysuckle and apples, birds were chirping in the sun-dappled trees. At first, I thought I was dead and this was the other side, but then I turned and saw Harry staring at the ground, his newly healed eyes were still red around the edges, newly formed skin. I bend my legs and notice that although they are healed they are still tender to move. I turn around and still see Harry on the ground, I can see that he’s on the verge of snapping in rage.
“ Mate… were going to go back and get her… and Ginny too, come one” I heave Harry up and he hugs me.
“Hermione healed us and then helped us escape, she sacrificed … she’s all alone with Voldemort… Ron, the things he’s… She told us to not return because she knows its futile. Voldemort told me everything, Ron! Hermione and that evil git are bound forever!” Harry screams this in frustration as he lets go. He sits there staring at the ground before grabbing the crushed glass from the pearl that Hermine shattered to free us, He puts it into his bloodied shirt pocket walking towards the leave littered trail.
I stare in shock, eventually grabbing a few apples from the nearby tree and following Harry as he tells his stay at Malfoy Manner. I was held prisoner at the Lestrange’s, and it was a nightmare. I almost lose my lunch of apples and carrots (that we found along the way), thinking about the insanity Bellatrix put me through.
It’s turning dark when we finally stumble upon a small cottage, It was beautiful and had stained glassed windows in the front. The cottage sat beside a sparkling lake, dragonflies lazily sawm near the jeweled toned surface, and large purple mountains sat perched on the horizon. This place was gorgeous, I snap out of it as I see Harry walking towards the cottage. There was a light on, it’s flame glittered through the stained-glassed windows
“Harry wait!” I hiss quietly as I rush up to him and drag his arm back. He wrenches his arm away and asks me what’s my fucking problem?
“What’s my fucking problem?” I stare in disbelief, I swear he can be so unreasonable when in hero mode.
“Oh, I don’t know mate, maybe I don’t want to die after just being set free by Hermione! Oh, and we don’t have bloody wands!” I raise my hands in emphasis. Harry just stares in realization.
“I…- I’m sorry,” He says, “ It’s just the things Riddle showed me he was doing to Hermione…I want to kill him”, Harry finishes quietly, his fist clenched white in simmering anger.
“And we will find a way, we must play it smart, like if Hermione was here” I laugh out.
" I can picture her voice now... Now, boys, we did not just escape by the skin of our teeth just to be careless and be caught again!" I mimic Hermione's haughty voice.
Harry chuckles… “Yeah your right, come on, it doesn’t hurt to sneak up and look, besides I get the feeling that we are far away from Riddle.”
We slowly sneak up to the cottage, carefully to stay below the stained glass. Harry investigates the corner glass and his eyebrows furrow.
“What is it?” I ask I feel my heart beating through my chest.
Harry stands up and walks to the door before opening the cottage and steeping inside, I follow him in shock.
“Well that’s one way to do it”, I mutter as I turn the corner view to the interior of the cottage
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It’s quite lavish, but it’s evident that it’s been inhabitable for a very long time. There’s dust everywhere, on the table is a single golden candlestick with a charmed candle able to burn forever. On the table is a letter and Harry has just opened it up, reading as he uses the candlelight…Harry stares up confused.
“ You better take a look at this Ron.”
I grab the paper, its heavy and cream colored the fading ink still sparkles gold, I began to read…“Bloody hell”
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I’m rennervated and I instantly feel pain everywhere. I gasp awake and look at my surroundings. I’m in Riddle’s bed and He’s sitting on the edge of the bed staring with red eyes. We are separated by about two feet, but I still scoot back towards the marbled head base, I’m startled by the coldness. Déjà vu I muse dryly. The room is darkened, dying embers in the fireplace giving only Riddle’s body outline. I silently stare at Riddle’s, my muscles tense from the curse. I continue to steady my breathing staring at his dark fury. My airy magic, bright and flighty ventures toward the ending perimeter of our one-foot neutral zone, Riddle watches with a cryptic gaze. I’m able to finally move my magic it seems as I connect with his dark drowning aura. I could literally see my golden tendrils hesitantly approach Riddle’s well-contained waves of darkness as if a glass wall was what held the waves at bay. I waver before gently touching Riddle; when our magic connects; It's spontaneous as we both shiver as if drenched in ice and our magic quickly recedes away from the union. I look up to see Riddle’s eyes slowly ebb to black ink. I only see his outline as he slowly crawls over to me.
Do not kick him in the face … Do not kick him in the face… my heart beats frantically. I’m still exhausted from the energy it took to heal Harry and Ron, so I wait with baited breath as I feel Riddles waves of power lap at my feet; some twisted beach of despair. I smell a faint hint of water lilies and notice a sliver spatters on his face. I stare in confusion… where have I smelled that scent before?
“ What did-”, I ask before Riddle’s magic grabs my throat and holds me in place. I gasp, taking shallow breaths as Riddle stares at my illuminated eyes. The floral smell in overpowering now.
“Hermione Hermione Hermione… You're really proving to be as stubborn as you were rumored to be”
I continue to stare, my eyes blazing golden ire. I’m not afraid of him I tell myself.
He’s a breathe away, his breath smells of fiery cinnamon. I faintly wonder what his lips taste like before I bite my own to focus. I feel I have reopened my lip wound. The smell of metallic lilies empowers the air.
“ I have tried to be lenient, I even refuse to raise my wands towards you, something I can ensure you no one else can say they have the privilege of receiving …”
I nearly scoff at his audacity but then I think about it… he technically hasn’t cursed me with his wand per say… I mean this damned collar is a curse in its own but... I guess it’s my decision if I disobey or not… but that doesn’t count out all the torture, mentally, sexually and said otherwise… in his own twisted way, he deems this fair… as fair as it will be with a Dark Lord. I sigh… Let's see how long not raising his wand will last…I feel both of Riddle’s arms surround me, entrapping me between his heated gaze and the cold marbled headboard.
“ – but still you choose to defy me? I must admit it was quite a Slytherin move to wait until the last minute to free your idiotic friends. A quality I hold dear to my heart, however, I still must punish you for your disobedience” and with that ominous statement Riddle harshly grabs my arm and apparates us to the 7th floor.
I can tell from how quiet the castle is, that it was still close to late hours, all that was heard was the occasional creak and our breathing. I pass the Fat Lady’s corridor and my heart pangs, through that hallways is Gryffindor common room. I long to see it one for time. We turn sharply right, Riddle has not let go of my right arm and I know its bruised. This part of the castle has stayed how it was in my school years. I’m surprised that Riddle has not decked out the whole castle in black and silver marble. I’m pulled through my thoughts when we approach a dark wall I am not familiar with. I look around the area through squinted eyes and realize that we are on the way to the Room of Requirement. This must be the wards he was talking about. The door is the same color as the walls and would look like a stone wall if one was not to know that there was a corridor on the other side. I hear Riddle hiss in parseltongue before the door starts sliding forwards and then moving to the left. Riddle finally lets go of my arm and gestures towards the newly formed door. Clouds pass by and the moon finally filters our dark journey, I gaze at Riddle fully for the first time.
He is covered in what seems to be dried silver paint, it simmered blue through the moonlight. His hands were completely covered with the mysterious substance, as well as spattered throughout his dark attire. I stare in silence as I try to figure out what awaits me near the end of this hallway.
“What’s all over you Riddle?” I whisper fearfully.
“ Now where’s the fun in that Hermione?”, Riddle says my name with a devilish gleam. I shiver before walking through the warded door, It feels as if I’m stepping through molasses, my arms slow down, but, before I know it I’m walking normal speed again. I can feel the dark magic as we passed the ward. Riddle walks ahead and before I know it we are at the Room of Requirement’s door. It still had its simple wooden door. Riddle does not walk past it three times, however, he simply pushes the door open and pushes me inside. I growl in frustration and I feel my magic jump out. He chuckles darkly.
We are in what seems to be a dark room, I hear a steady rhythm sound as if water was dripping onto the floor. My senses are assaulted with the scent of water lilies. My eyes clenched shut as Riddle finally turns on a blinding operation light. I squint my eyes as I adjust to the harsh light.
Laying on what seems to be a scientific examination table is a simply grotesque sight. I automatically know who it is when I see her face… After finding out my heritage I deduced that the mysterious woman in the pond was a subspecies of Fae, called water nymphs. They were subjects to the Seelie court and my father Oberon… I feel bile rise in my throat as I stare at Riddle’s punishment. The creature’s eyes are opened in indescribable pain and shock. They were the colors of silver with muddled gold. Her ashen blue face was splattered with silver and blue-grey gore. I realized now that Riddle was covered in her blood. Riddle stares at me with dark brooding eyes as I take in the slaughter. The water Fae was strapped to the table completely naked. Her chest and stomach cavity seemed to have been surgically opened and a majority of her blue and purple colored organs were placed on the table beside her mangled body, silver blood pooled around them and dripped to the ground. I notice a journal with emerald green handwriting, drops of silver blood flecked the page. I wretch my breakfast all over the blood pooled floor.
“ You …were.. you were using her as a science experiment?” I stare at him with complete disbelief, when will his depravity end? I think in horror. my mouth is acrid and dry. I dry heave as I stare at Riddles’ punishment.
He continues to stare at me, I am still in the floral dress from earlier, the bottom was soaked with the poor nymph’s blood, I close my eyes in pain… she was only helping me... she was trying to help me escape this… reality.
“ Yes, the nymph served her purposes well I see” Riddle walks over to me and stares down at my shaken frame.
“How? I finally say, my throat felt on fire and my magic hummed angrily. I could not bring back the dead.
Riddle smirks before pulling out a pale lavender ribbon, the same ribbon from my Yule gown… the same ribbon I used in my Animagus form and must have dropped near the lake… I stare up in rage…
“ I used a recalling spell to find our little friend…it was quite easy due to the fact that she was already weake-”
I punch Riddle square in the face, a squelching sound is heard throughout the small room. This punch makes the one I gave Draco in third year look like a playful slap. Riddle's head snaps back and he automatically grabs his broken nose, I don't let up, however.
I jump on top of him and began kicking and screeching as I try my hardest to hurt him. My magic thrums throughout my skin and I feel my aura attack his own. Riddle growls deeply and I’m magically pushed back from him and smacked violently into the silver spattered wall.
“ MMMPH!” I gasp in pain as I try to breathe again. Riddle is beyond livid, he grabs me by my throat and I’m left there once again gasping for air. Riddles’ eyes are beyond black, staring at him gives me chills left only for nightmares. The bridge of my nose begins to sweat as I continue to gasp for breath.
Riddle stares at me, his nose was still pouring blood, mixing with the dried silvered dust on his black shirt. He was a canvas of death and his magic exuded just that.
” You want to act like an animal then I shall treat you like one, Hermione” Riddle snarls my name with much spite.
“Says …the snake” I gasp in mock fury.
He hisses and drops me, I land on my bottom, I gasp in breaths and get ready to attack him with my magic when he flicks his wand and I’m affixed to a golden chair, directly in front of the nymph’s eviscerated carcass. My dress was utterly ruined. Covered in silver and red blood, the opalescence butterflies were hunched near the center of my bosom, wary to venture towards the blood-soaked flowers. I scream in absolute rage, my skin and blood crackle with my fury. I try and cannot move from the binds
“ You son of a bi-” I’m cut short from my rant when Riddle conjures a silver metal ball with into my mouth, I’m stopped mid-sentence as he slowly tightens the black leather straps.
“ You do not get to talk Hermione, You will shut up and listen…for once.”, Riddle yanks my curls up and I whimper in pain, I slowly began to drool. The metal ball was held tight in place.
“I’ve been told for years that you were highly intelligent, but you seem to be being very foolish Hermione... You will be my queen whether you want too or not. I care not if that means you stay strapped to that golden throne below for an eternity”
Riddle begins to bind my hair and tie it together with my cursed lavender ribbon. Riddle walks towards the front of me, trailing his fingertips along my clavicle before roughly ripping aside my blood-soaked dress and violently tearing my red panties asid, I gasp in pain at the sting of my lingerie’s being ripped off me.
“MMPHHARG” I garble as the metal ball cuts out my cry of pain.
Riddle has rammed his hardened cock forcefully into my unprepared slit. I careen into Riddle's chest, as I see stars and feel hot white pain between my legs. Riddle buries himself all the way in before slowly pulling out. He has magicked my legs to the chair and had complete access to me, he began rubbing my clit fiercely as he continued to plunge in and out of my soon slicked cavern. I moan in rage as I violently came on Riddles dick, he continues to pump, deeper and harder, as if to prolong my orgasm before he finally succumbs to my clenching walls and releases his seed all over my dress and lowers half. His eyes are black he stares down at me, panting with adrenaline. I try to scream very horrible obscenities but the silver ball suppresses my rage. Riddle cleans himself up before lowering my now cum stained dress back down. He grabs my curls back and Im forced to stare at him.
“I suppose a few hours in here will clear your mind, I really don’t want to think of the repercussions if I were to arrive back and you were not… conditioned", he releases my hair and my head snaps forward. My magic slowly begins to crackle in anger, I feel an undercurrent of wild grass and a starting of a sapling tree. The angrier I get; the bigger the tree gets, until I gasp in exhaustion. The tree is a baby willow the size of a house elf. My face drips with sweat and saliva as I drop my head, I’m so tired after that irate burst of magic; I just raise my head at Riddle, breathing raggedly through the silver gag.
He stares at the tiny tree then slowly drags his gaze throughout the wild grass, the silver blood was intermingling with the soil.
“ I order you to stay in this chair until I arrive back, do not try and escape Hermione”, whispers Riddle as he finally looks into my golden eyes.
He leaves the Room of Requirement.
The room smelled of water lilies, blood, and sex
I stare at the nymph’s mangled body and scream in violent fury.
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