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Fated	By : Cle Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 14585 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“I will never yield to you Voldemort,” I say with utter clarity. “If I’m going to die I refuse to do so on my knee begging to a depraved monster,” I say with as much Gryffindor courage I can muster. I feel my curls rise with magic. My skin prickles and the bridge of nose begins to perspire.
Voldemort chuckles, his deep voice smooth although contradicting his eyes, which give off a predatory gleam. “You’ll find I can be very… persuasive” He releases me from my bind and I fall ungracefully to the forest floor.
"humph!," I wheeze staring up at him with pure loathing.
Voldemort stares down and licks his lips smirking at my predicament. " Do you need help from the dirt princess?" He asks innocently while continuing to lean against the very tree that snapped Ron's ribs. Nausea welcomes me again. Get it together Hermione. You're a fucking Gryffindor for Merlin's sake!
“Playing with your victims now? That’s so unbecoming for a Dark Lord.” My voice shrills as I know I’ve surely sealed my doom. I can’t’… I just can’t see Harry and Ron killed.
Voldemort kicks off the tree he was leaning on and begins to stalk slowly over to me, never removing his black eyes, and although I was all brash Gryffindor talk before, as soon as Voldemort starts to walk over I began to feel his dark magical aura again, it billows like wasp of ominous smoke from him. A deep suffocating heady aura. It felt as though I was in an ocean of his magic. I couldn’t move, didn’t want too. He continued to stalk over and I finally snap out of it and began to back up against the roughly strewn pine tree. I wince in pain at the uncomfortableness. He eyes my erratic breathing as his hand grasps my neck, caressing ever so gently while eyeing my response, and I do not disappoint. I automatically tense up like a deer in the headlights. Voldemort continues to caress my neck smirking ever so slightly. I close my eyes tightly.
Okay… what… is going on?! Must he be toying with me? Yes, Voldemort must enjoy playing with his victims before offing them. If so, then I’m royally fucked.
“I actually do prefer to play with my prey, and it’s very unbecoming for a lady to think such foul language… even mudbloods” He says harshly, I wince, I really should be used to the slur by now. Now I must be on defense the whole time. Not only is Voldemort a superb Legillimens, but now he somehow found a way to penetrate the mind without eye contact. Okay, remember to throw up your shields Hermione. I continue to breathe ragged and try to focus on blocking my mind.
Voldemort stares and then states as though casually bringing up a new book to read. “Let's have a competition, wit against wit per say”.
“A competition?” I say in utter shock.
Okay, What… is going on? Why am I not on the floor in agonizing pain? Moreover, why isn’t Harry Dead? Harry! Ron! I think as my heart pangs. I bite my lip in frustration, I feel tears on the verge of falling. Get it together Hermione! You’re never going to get out of here alive without a clear logical head.
Voldemort smirks and his cruel gorgeous face highlights his smoldering gaze. “Yes a competition, I want to see, In person the brains behind the despicable Golden Trio.” He sneers tightening ever so slightly. “A trio who few still believe may be the downfall of my reign. A golden trio who will soon be a duo”. He smiles wickedly and licks his lips.
“Leave Harry out of this! He has more heart than you ever will! I will win whatever you put forth!” I spit with venom. You really want him to hurt you don’t you Hermione?
His right-hand remains around my throat, he slowly brushes his thumb over my cracked lips, his wand trailing up and down the side of my face. Voldemorts eyes darken..
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“A race” He states, eyeing me with what seems like fascination. Probably figuring how best to torture me after this complete bull- Shields Hermione.
He continues to stare at me with voids depth of light, chaotic yet beguiling, I shiver at his closeness. His black curls impeccable, not a strand out of place.
‘A race to the Oos river. About 6 kilometers south from here.” If you arrive across before I catch you, then I’ll let you, the red-blooded traitor, and yes, even the boy who will soon die go. Wands, minds, and lives intact. I will even allow you your wand during this race, anti-apparating wards are already up Hermione. All orders for your immediate captures will be held off for 48 hours. This will allow for you to prepare for an onslaught… for I’ll never stop searching…” Harry... I think sadly. Voldemort begins to stare off in space, and I’m shocked when his eyes become darker than black… how is that even possible, It’s absolutely scary and he’s an utter monster I realize for the hundredth time today.
Voldemort grabs my neck in a death grip and pushes me against the tree. I began to gasp, my eyes go hazy as I gasp for unaccessible air. His lips brush my ears and the jagged bark pushes against my back and lower calves. I whimper involuntarily.
“ And if I win this little race Atlanta, well then its game over .” He whispers like a lover. He suddenly let's go and I fall to the cooling summer earth. Sucking in fresh mouthfuls.
I automatically shiver as I vaguely remember the myth about Atlanta and a race of some sort…muggle literature at that… but my mind snaps back to the predicament at hand, our intended survival. Okay, stay south and just run like crazy. 3 miles is nothing to you, you love running, I try to weigh the pros and cons as I try to focus on the objective at hand. My chances of defeating this megalomaniac were as slim as Bellatrix ever gaining her sanity back. I Smirk. However, If I just maintained a cl…
“Hermione, my dear, continue to disrespect me and I will make your odds significantly in my favor.” Lord Voldemort says amusingly.
That comment snaps me out of my panic stupor. “What will happen to me? I say truly dreading the answer.
He smiles wickedly, eyeing me up and down. “Winners discretion,” he says with a predatory gleam.
“ Why me?”
“I’ve told you, I want to see your mind against mine.”
Black eyes and caramel eyes stare for what seems like minutes before Hermione gasp.
“I accept” standing up I brush the gold-dusted leaves from my tangled curls.
“Besides, what choice do I have. I seem to just be an appetizer for the main course” I said icily. I try to swallow the lump in my throat. “However, I will need an unbreakable vow that you will stay true to your words unless this is some futile end for me.
Voldemort looks into my caramel orbs as he raises his wand to his forearm. He licks his full lips slowly and smiles, a slow predatory smile. “Agreed my dear, Severus.”
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