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The Defining Prophecy	By : Landquist Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 21976 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Author's Note: I realize that a lot happened in the last chapter, I meant it to be somewhat of a shock, hopefully this chapter will clear some things up. =) Welcome to Hermione's POV!!

Hermione was panicking. Her world was turned upside down and she had no idea how to fix what had happened. She was struggling to accept what would soon be expected of her, initially she had been so shocked she could barely eat without someone practically shoving food down her throat. Sleep evaded her for three days when the gravity and severity of the situation hit her. She couldn't control her emotions, it felt as though she was losing touch with her own personality and she had no power to stop it, there were times that she said and thought things that were so beyond her normal self that she almost fainted.

Now, days after Dumbledore finally decided to be honest, her logical mind was attempting to seize control of the situation. Accept what you cannot change as an absolute and move on. The prophecy she could not fight, she understood that fact and surrendered to it. Dumbledore made it clear that because Harry and Voldemort accepted the prophecy as truth she was in no position to escape her part...had they never learned of the prophecy her life my have continued unchanged. Her inner feminist was screaming. Her fate decided by two men, her dreams shattered. She fought for equality every chance she could and now the world was throwing the ultimate irony in her face. It seemed that the whole universe was sexist.

About a month ago Hermione realized her role in the war had changed. Deatheaters, which were always a threat anyway, began to target her with extreme dedication. She assumed these attacks were because of her involvement in the Department of Mysteries, but after owls to both Luna and Neville, who claimed to have no Deatheaters trying to kill them, she dismissed the theory. Then her dreams involving Lord Voldemort began, quickly followed by Dumbledore personally transporting her to the Burrow after a particularly vicious enemy attack. She knew something was incredibly wrong. She felt that her life had been drastically altered by something she couldn't define, but she applied a rather large amount of focus towards ignoring the disturbing signs. It wasn't until Harry reacted so harshly towards her that she broke down.

She hated herself for the way she had responded to Harry. "Since when did I become so meek?" She had always dictated his actions, supported him, comforted him, and in a way controlled him, not the other way around. She had acted instinctively, removed herself from harm, appeased the threat through submission. BUT THAT WAS NOT HER. "When did I become so bloody submissive? I punched Draco Malfoy! I battled Deatheaters! I've repeatedly saved both Ron and Harry from disastrous situations! I am the brightest witch of my age! Why is a harsh word from Harry Potter now enough to bring me to my knees pathetically sobbing?" Her damned emotions. There was something else going on, something no one expected or cared to tell her about. Her entire personality was changing and she was furious. She'd kill herself before she lost the personality that made her..well that made her HER for God's sake. A year ago if someone told her she'd be having dreams about Lord Voldemort and that Harry Potter would openly discuss their future sex life together, and that she would sit back and accept BOTH of those things, she'd laugh in that persons face and then stick her nose back in a book.

Since when was Harry Potter a threat?

Harry was changing too. She sensed that more than sensed herself changing. He was becoming dominant, more in charge, more accepting of his role in the war, and he was absolutely glowing in it. The Order now allowed him to sit in at every meeting, he and Dumbledore both were giving executive orders on courses of action. The transition was smooth, no one else seemed to notice the change but her. The shift in their personal relationship was kept quietly under wraps, at both her and Dumbledore's request. Dumbledore worried that if news of her gift were to spread that there would be an uprising against her. Why keep her around if there was even a chance that she might aid He Who Must Not Be Named? But in private, Harry seemed determined to establish her place in the relationship as quickly as possible. They had had no sexual contact yet, but she sensed that was only because of great restraint on his part. Dumbledore firmly believed that the prophecy would not become effective until her upcoming birthday, so now, Harry had no viable excuse for a sexual relationship. He did, however, order her to quit any communication she had with Viktor, she had to report to him every morning with detailed descriptions of her dreams (she lied about all of them), he seemed to be doing everything possible to establish himself as the dominant member of the relationship. AND SHE LET HIM DO IT! With the exception of her dreams she followed every command he gave her willingly! WHAT WAS HAPPENING TO HER!

Harry..oh Harry. He scared her and yet she felt herself drawn to him. Sometimes he acted like his old self. There were days that they'd relax together, or sneak away to help Mr. Weasley with his latest Muggle project, or attempt to play two on two Quidditch with Ron and Ginny. Those days she loved, she even happily endured Harry's playful teasing about her Quidditch skills. He bought her new books when he went to Diagon Alley with the Weasleys, he'd sit quietly at night while she read out of a classic Muggle novel. There were times that she felt herself developing serious feelings for him. And yet there were times that he absolutely terrified her, there was one morning that he suspected her of lying to him about her dreams and he roughly shoved her against the wall before storming out of the room. She had cried for a full hour after that. Every logical fiber in her body told her to fight the changes going on inside her head, but she couldn't gather the willpower to try, she didn't know where to start.

She hadn't told anyone that while she had dreams of Voldemort every night since practically the beginning of the summer, she hadn't dreamt of Harry once.

Her dreams were not unpleasant. She openly cringed at the thought. How could dreams about Lord Voldemort be anything but absolutely terrifying!? But of course her new mind decided that she could tolerate, no better yet ENJOY, her nightly encounters with the Dark Lord. He came to her every night. She was convinced that these were not simple dreams, but that the Dark Lord had simply opened up a connection between their minds early, before her birthday.

Mostly he just talked to her.

"How was your day my Mudblood?" She cringed, "Don't call me that." His laugh seemed to paralyze her. "I hope that you do not completely lose that fire in this process girl...but I'm sure that if you remaining this way pleases me then you'll stay as you are, does my control over your mind scare you?" "Yes" She felt her heart racing, he was a snake, a snake that would attack at any moment, and attack repeatedly...it was thrilling. "Does the irony of this situation sicken you Voldemort? A Mudblood holds the key to your success, I bet you lose sleep over it." Her triumphant smile infuriated him. "Do not address me in such a disrespectful way whore, you will learn to treat your betters properly." "Please forgive me, my Lord," the sarcasm practically dripped from her lips. He threw her against the wall with one arm. "Presently, using my magic on you would be a waste darling, you are not worthy of it, tell me, how does the floor feel?" Hermione whimpered but moved herself quickly into a sitting position. He crouched down, leaned in, and slowly ran his fingernail along her jaw line, and around her throat. She shivered but did not move. He continued his movements and then slowly moved his attentions to her lips, tracing their outline with his nail slowly, she groaned and opened her mouth to give him access. He pulled away abruptly. She immediately blushed and felt shame roll in waves throughout her entire body. He laughed. "Surrendering to your new emotions would be easier for you little one, while your misery is entertaining for me, I'm willing to bet that you are not happy with constant guilt and confusion." She was shocked, was he, in his own way, attempting to comfort and help her? She didn't know how to respond and just stared at him

"Have you thought about what will happen between us Mudblood?" She was not entirely prepared for this conversation, and for the first time she accepted his racist slander. "No, I try not to." Laughter seemed to be his response of choice tonight, "Your body already responds to me, you just proved that child." Hermione found her battle plan, "Your assuming that you'll be able to take me from Harry, not an easy task considering where Harry and I will be living." He sneered, "Do not underestimate me, you will learn very soon that the power of the Dark Lord extends to depths you cannot even imagine." She ignored the insult aimed at her intelligence and understanding of magic, "it doesnt bother you that you could be my grandfather?" "No my dear, and it certainly doesn't seem to bother you." Once again, she felt tears of shame threatening to spill over. "Are you still lying to the noble boy about your time with me?" Her response was a quick "yes." "Then it seems, precious prize, that your alliance already lies with me, how can you be sure that you will not leave that pathetic boy and join me of your own free will?" Hermione nearly screamed in objection but her eyes portrayed doubt. "Time to depart now, I have squandered enough of my day spending time with you girl, are you finally willing to give me a farewell that is appropriate to your status? Whore." She glared at him, but he held her gaze and she felt his magic swirling around her. She felt herself being pulled towards him, his attraction was addictive, her sudden need to be close to him was unbearable. She was kneeling in front of him on her knees when she finally realized what she was doing and tore herself away. He laughed down at her and then vanished.

She woke up breathing hard, heart racing...and she couldn't deny the wetness she felt between her legs.

Finally, the threatening tears spilled over her eyelids, onto her cheeks.
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