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The Defining Prophecy	By : Landquist Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 21853 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Author's Note: This chapter will be longer to make up for the pathetic length of the last one. haha. WARNING! No sex yet, Hermione's birthday hasn't arrived, but I'll be touching on some serious sexual harassment, abuse, and angst issues in this chapter. Sorry if I offend. =)

Hermione stood still, planning her best course of action, Harry was anything but stable these days and she was not sure on how to proceed. "Hi Harry, I've already eaten and I'd really like to get a head start reading my new textbooks, but I'd really like to hang out later." Why was she so awkward? She had always been a terrible liar, and had just sounded like a condescending babysitter trying to get rid of an annoying child. Harry was not fooled.

"Hermione your getting to skinny. Come eat with me and we'll hang out now." His face betrayed no emotion, but she was sure she was falling into a trap. Dropping the act, Hermione sat down, mustered all of her Gryffindor courage, and quickly voiced her fears. "Harry are you alright? I've noticed some changes in you and I wonder if you'd like someone to talk to, you're not alone in this situation you know." There, said just right, no judgment and no aggression, she was sure that she came across as nothing but a concerned friend.

"Alone in what situation Hermione? You think this is about us?" Hermione was shocked, she was so sure that his emotional changes were because of the prophecy, but was something else going on in his life that she didn't know about? Guilt flooded her.

"I don't understand why I am the only person on Earth that isn't allowed to have a bad day. Your still upset about that night with Dumbledore aren't you? Even though I've apologized. Merlin Hermione can I please catch a break with you?" Hermione was wary, he hadn't apologized for shoving her that day, but she felt her resolve fading, she wished she hadn't brought this subject up. She needed to learn to control her curiosity.

Harry continued, "It never occurred to you that maybe I'm worried about you. Having dreams about Voldemort is never good. You remember how angry you were at me last year for not trying to block him out? Well I think its a little hypocritical of you to hold a grudge against me when the roles are reversed." Whoa, Harry Potter had just lectured her, he had completely taken her own key weapon and used it on her. Dirty move.

"Damn Hermione, you never thought that maybe I'm pissed that my godfather, my only chance at a family, was murdered only a few months ago. That suddenly I'm supposed to be the leader of the resistance. I'm the Chosen One. If my personality is changing then it's warranted. I am not capable of being this upbeat optimistic person that everyone expects me to be. If I want to be pissed, moody, and angry then I'll do it. You're just being self centered. My "change", as you call it, isn't about us. I'm perfectly capable of handling that situation.

She didn't miss his hint at their future relationship, choosing to ignore the jab just seemed to be the best option at the time. Now she was angry, she never liked anyone lashing out at her, especially when she didn't deserve it. "Harry Potter don't take this out on me! It's not my fault you've been through awful things, I know you have, you have a lot of responsibilities on your shoulders, I'm aware, but I don't deserve this from you and you know it!"

  Suddenly something shifted in Harry. She felt it before he did and quickly jumped out of her chair and began towards the living room. She was almost to safety when she felt his arm wrap around her waist. Shit. She made contact with the wall roughly, crushed between the plaster and his warm body. He glared down at her, hands against the wall at either side of her head. Surely she imagined the red glint in his eyes, her mind was running away from her.

Instincts kicked in again, "Harry I'm sorry, I shouldn't of yelled. If you say you're alright and that we're ok I'll believe you." Harry grinned back at her and pressed his body up against hers. She felt his erection. Oh god, what had she done to provoke that? Surely there was nothing about their conversation that could have possible been viewed as sexual.

Even though her mind recognized the absurdity of the situation she felt her body reacting to his. She felt her panties becoming wet and knew that he could sense it. Stupid prophecy. Then he kissed her. Roughly. She didn't even battle with his tongue for dominance and quickly allowed him into her mouth. She heard herself moan.

She was allowing herself to get lost in the kiss until she felt his hands, which had settled around her waist, begin to move. Without warning he grabbed her breasts and squeezed. Hard. The pain cleared her mind, she wrenched her hands free and slapped him across the face as hard as she could. His shock allowed her enough time to get out from between him and the wall.

Running into the living room she realized that no one was there. In fact, she hadn't noticed anyone around since Professor Snape left. Turning around she saw Harry staring at her with unreadable expression, breathing hard, "Harry where is everyone?"

"They left for Diagon Alley right before you came downstairs, I was supposed to tell you, Ron and Ginny needed new robes." Hermione felt scared for the first time that day, she could handle Harry when she knew people were around, alone she wasn't sure. "Harry I'm going upstairs, I really do want to read my new books, please leave me alone."

"Fine Hermione, go read, but its amazing that theres still room left in your head for new information." Shocked but pleased Hermione practically sprinted upstairs into Ginny's room.

~Later that day~

"Miss. Granger please accompany me to the garden." Hermione quickly stopped the game of chess she was playing with Ron and followed Professor Snape outside, leaving Ron looking a little crestfallen. "I hope you realize that there is very little information I can give you Miss. Granger, but concerning Mr. Potter I'm surprised you haven't come to a conclusion yourself." Hermione looked confused.

"Harry Potter has an intricate connection between himself and our Dark Lord." Hermione gasped, "please, don't refer to Him as our," Snape sneered. "Any person of intelligence would recognize that your prophecy has increased that connection significantly." Wheels began to turn in Hermione's head. "Potter is a young, easily influenced boy, he believes Dumbledore, he believes that the Dark Lord fears their connection and will no longer manipulate him through it. However, it has been made clear to the Dark Lord that this connection is now unavoidable. He has sensed the boys mind without meaning to and believes that Potter is experiencing the same. Potter's mistake is that he believes the connection is closed. He does not question his new sudden emotions and simply accepts them as a part of his personality shifting into maturity."

Hermione saw a hole in Snape's logic, "So tell Harry! Surely that if he's made aware of this problem he'll work to fix it!." Snape grimaced with impatience, "Granger you put entirely to much faith in the boy, he barely attempted to stop the Dark Lord when his mind was being possessed, what makes you think he will put effort into stopping something he sees as natural emotions? You forget that he does not believe that the Dark Lord can effect him now."

Resignation grew in her mind, "Professor could any of his be a side effect of the prophecy?"

"Time will tell Miss. Granger. I agree with Dumbledore, you will not know the full extent of this prophecy until your birthday." Snape's impatience had apparently reached its maximum capacity, "Miss. Granger I have no more time to waste on this conversation, I shall see you tomorrow at Hogwarts where I'm sure you'll prove once again that you're the greatest know-it-all to ever step foot in the school." With a sneer Snape turned, walked to the edge of the Order's protections around the Burrow and Disapparated.



~That Night~

Hermione laid in her bed in Ginny's room trying to sleep. She had learned all the could about Harry's problem but was no closer to a solution. Her own emotions remained unstable but she was beginning to lose hope in them returning to normal, at least her mind wasn't going haywire with them, she still had her intelligence. Harry was the issue. His emotions could harm her, the prophecy made him one of two people on the planet that she belonged to, and she desperately didn't want to belong to a man who had once been her best friend, but had now turned into a complete sadist.

Voldemort had always been evil, that was easier to accept that a good person turned evil. When you look at someone like Lord Voldemort you expect nothing but evil, but she had hoped for compassion from Harry, not single minded possessiveness.

Eventually she drifted off to sleep.

She woke up in a large bare room. It was dark with only a dim light hanging over her head. It felt like a kind of cell. She knew he was there, "Is this where you put your prisoners?" He chuckled, "only a special kind of prisoner Mudblood, look near the walls closely." She stared, concentrating on what she could barely see. As her eyes focused she saw manacles and chains hanging from the ceiling and walls, and a number of chains attached to the floor, in the far corner of the room she saw a large bed that she hadn't noticed before. She backed away towards the wall terrified, "why am I here?"

Voldemort laughed, "you're here girl because I'd like to show you what your future will look like." She shivered even though it wasn't particularly cold in the room. "It will please me if we spend time down here Mudblood, do you understand?" She nodded, completely hypnotized by his dominant nature.

He walked closer to her, until the ends of his robe touched her bare feet, she did not flinch away. She was dressed in nothing but the large T-shirt and her nipples were hard from excitement, he could sense the wetness pooling between her legs. "Recently I had dear Bellatrix in a cell similar to this, one without a bed. She had withheld information from me, she had to be punished." Hermione felt as though she could do nothing except hang on every word coming out of his mouth.

"I fucked her in the ass. And as I fucked her I rammed the handle of a whip into her vagina." Hermione was now torn between being absolutely terrified and being insanely turned on...was he going to do that to her? now? "I left her there for a week after I fucked her, and I left the whip in her. I seriously doubt that Rodolphus will be able to properly enjoy her for a long time."

He paused for a long moment, staring at her intensely, "would you like me to do that to you Mudblood, I would ensure that you enjoy it more than Bellatrix did." Hermione did not hesitate, her nod was confident. "You will be a wonderful submissive girl, get on your knees."

Hermione did as she was told. She found herself kneeling at Lord Voldemort's feet waiting expectantly. "What am I to you Mudblood whore?" Hermione made eye contact with the Dark Lord, "You are my Lord and my Master." He freed himself from his robes and she stared at his hard length.

It was to big. She an had extremely limited history with the male sex organ but even she knew that her Lord's penis was much larger than normal. There was no way she was going to be able to handle that. As if he could read her mind the Dark Lord laughed, "I will teach you whore, now take me into your mouth."

Hermione tentatively touched her lips to his tip. She tasted his salty precum as she swirled her tongue around the tip. She put his head into her mouth. The width was uncomfortable but she quickly adjusted and put more of him into her. He moaned in appreciation as she flattened out her tongue and sucked, moving along his length, bobbing. Quickly she pressed down as hard as she could and attempted to swallow, she gagged but was able to handle more of him. Again he groaned.

"That's it, gag my little whore, you look wonderful with your lips around my cock." He grabbed her hair and moved his hips against her face, fucking her mouth. She willingly let him, keeping her tongue flat and occasionally gagging. She tried to suck as he moved in her but it was difficult, she felt his pace quicken and knew he was going to empty himself into her throat.

She swallowed as much as she could, but some spilled and ended up on her face. He looked at her appreciatively, "you were wonderful, but I'm afraid our little meeting for the night is over, enjoy my taste in your mouth tonight Mudblood."

She awoke the next morning with a salty and bitter taste in her mouth. She was not emotionally upset, surprisingly she was in a rather good mood. However, a groan of shock left her mouth when she saw the stains his leftover cum on her face had made on the pillows.
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