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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!- Get ready for feisty Hermione!!!! I have been wanting to write this chapter since the beginning, but alas, there were aspects that had to come first. If all of you aren't on your feet cheering her on by the end of this chapter I may cry.

Concerning Harry, I'm not completely sticking to the personality that Rowling gave him, he is Darker here, more controlling and impulsive, his original self will not be completely lost, but he will not be the Golden Boy we've come to know. I'll admit that my personal preferences are blatantly obvious in this point. I cannot resist a good old fashioned brooding, dark, and tortured badass, so I put some of those traits into Harry. Obviously that is why I ABS LOVE Lord Voldemort, but I see nothing wrong with twisting Harry to match some personal fantasies. (oops, wayy to much author bias showing, ughh)

The Hogwarts Express could not move slower. Hermione sat in the prefects carriage staring at the passing landscape counting down the minutes until she could have some alone time in the library. She fully intended on taking up Dumbledore's offer to allow her access to the Restricted Section. Last night's dream, if you can call it that, was stressing her so badly that she was sure her bushy hair was quickly becoming thinner. Her answers were in a book somewhere in the depths of that library and she would find it.

"Mione come on, we have to patrol the train. Merlin you're out of it today...to busy thinking about the boyfriend that you left alone on the train?" Hermione shot Ron an acidic look, "What are you talking about Ronald?" "Don't try to hide it Hermione. Ginny won't shut up. I'd wager that the whole train knows by now. The brightest witch of the age and the Boy Who Lived are a couple."

Hermione noticed the resentment in his voice. Guilt was becoming a constant companion for her, months ago she had felt herself developing feelings for Ron. That time seemed like a lifetime ago, the prophecy had changed her life completely, but she couldn't help but imagine the peaceful life that she could have had dating Ron. Oh well, peaceful meant boring anyway.

"Tell Ginny that I'm glad that she's given everyone something to talk about before the term officially starts." Ron gave her a shocked look, "Just go ahead of me Ronald, I'll catch up."

Gossip never really affected Hermione, she found it extremely immature. Once again she became lost in the landscape, pondering her situation. Ron's words did not seem important compared to everything else going on in her head and she quickly dismissed them as mindless chatter.

Until Draco Malfoy sat down in the seat across from her.

She saw the change in him immediately. He had aged. An odd thing to say about someone who was still in school, but Draco now carried himself with the elegance and maturity of his father. Even with her deep loathing towards him, Hermione could not help but give him a quick look of admiration.

"Well Mudblood it seems that the rumors are true." Hermione glared at him, slightly puzzled. His black, expertly tailored suit practically leaked power. She felt intimidated. "All summer there were whispers floating around my Manor. Words that tied you to the Dark Lord and that pathetic excuse for a wizard that is sitting on this train." He paused, examining her. "That female weasel does seem to have a future in stupid gossip, but in this instance it has confirmed what has been questioned for months." Once again, she felt his eyes roam her body.

Hermione was aware that she had physically grown up. She was thankful that her body was past the horrid awkward stage and she enjoyed knowing that she was attractive. However, Draco's stare made her uncomfortable. "Leave me alone Draco, I am not going to have this conversation with you." He smirked, "Its really to bad Mudblood, I would have enjoyed getting to know you more intimately, but playing with something that belongs to the Dark Lord would be costly." He stood to leave and she caught a glimmer of something dark on his forearm.

Draco had taken his mark.

Merlin, the buffer zone between childhood and adulthood had been obliterated.

She found her weapon. "Draco do not open your mouth about what you know, it would not be in your best interests." He stopped in the doorway, turned, and shot her a glare full of hatred. "I noticed your new skin pattern just now, I would work harder to hide it if I were you. The Headmaster and any of the Professors would not approve of teaching a Deatheater I'm sure." He left quickly.

Hermione was satisfied. Draco was not stupid and she was certain that he would not endanger her secret. Of course Deatheaters talked, they were a social group just like any other, albeit more twisted and violent. No one person or group was immune to gossip. Her mind built the connection quickly. Bellatrix. No doubt her imprisonment had to do with the prophecy. Voldemort would not rape his most faithful servant without an exceptionally good reason. Hopefully he did not rape women just for the pleasure of it, she shuddered and her mind wandered.

She had pleasured Lord Voldemort willingly. He had said horrible and degrading things to her and she had enjoyed the experience. Her mind threatened to unhinge. SHE HAD SUCKED THE DARK LORDS COCK!! She was angry. He was taking advantage of her and Harry was trying his hardest to use her in the same way. She was not a whore. No matter how much her body craved them, she swore to maintain her dignity somehow. There were answers to her problems. If only this damned train would hurry up. Hermione quickly reprimanded herself for cursing and went to find Ron.

~After the Feast and Sorting~

Thankfully the new term festivities were short. Harry had caused a commotion arriving late with dried blood all over his face, but her patience with him was running thin so she ignored his rants about Malfoy attacking him on the train. His interruption was the one delay. Now all she had to do was show the first years the common room and she was relieved of duties for the night.

Harry stopped her before she could reach the library. Her anger threatened to boil over. "Mione, the password for our room is "fire whiskey" speak it directly at the tapestry next to the fireplace in the common room and a door will appear. It's charmed so that only you and I are allowed entrance, but make sure you're discreet." His last words set her off. "Harry Potter do not tell me to be discreet, I have it on good authority that you are doing absolutely nothing to dispel the rumors circulating that you and I are dating." He stared at her stone-faced.

"Hermione by all standards we are dating. Unless you would like me to tell the truth and correct everyone by explaining that no we aren't dating, but that you are magically bound to me and I get extra magical powers from having sex with you. The truth sounds far more entertaining." Hermione was quick with her wand, but Harry was quicker. "Mione put that away, I was joking, I wouldn't put you in danger like that." Hermione focused, channeling her energy, preparing for a duel. Her anger did not allow her to recognize that while she greatly exceeded Harry in school marks, she was no match for him with wand work. His experience far exceeded hers.

"You will learn very quickly Harry to treat me and our situation with more respect. I do not appreciate your threats or jokes. The prophecy binds me to you and that is the only reason you have access to me, I would not allow it in a thousand years otherwise." She noticed the hurt in his eyes, but the emotion quickly turned to anger. "I'll see you later Harry." She stormed off to the library without a backwards glance.

Two hours later Hermione discovered an answer. The Restricted Section disgusted her, she rarely found anything in that area that did not repulse her and tonight was no exception, but this time the repulsion was coupled with a startling revelation.

Hermione loved books. She thrived off of the information she found in them, but in her opinion, Magick Moste Evile should be burned and forgotten. The horrible information in that book left her wanting to vomit, until she discovered Voldemort's trick.

CORPORIS GEMINUS, was an extremely difficult incantation that was almost the human equivalent of the Accio charm. Hermione's mind screamed bloody murder the more she learned. An extremely gifted wizard possessed the power to temporarily create what Muggles would call a clone of another wizard. Herpo the Foul created the spell in order to rape a young Squib who he found desirable, but who was unfortunately married to another wizard. The charm required the wizard to concentrate a significant amount of magic onto his human target and if successful the subject would be transported to the wizard in an identical body, soul and mind intact. The danger is that the original body is left as an empty shell, vulnerable to all sorts of attacks.

Further research revealed that Dark Wizards used the charm to make innocent people do their bidding, as somewhat of a dark and twisted joke. The trick was, as Hermione learned, to use the spell when the subject was sleeping, because, if the identical body was unharmed and clean then the original body would show no signs of use and the subject would believe that their nighttime encounters were dreams. Therefore, the wizard would get away unpunished with whatever he would subject the second body to, the spell was not permanent and apparently the longest time span that the charm was able to hold was an hour.

Hermione screamed audibly, resulting in her being tossed from the library quickly.

Harry was a waiting for her when she entered her new living quarters for the first time, but she was to caught up in her revengeful thoughts to notice him. He was able to overpower her easily. Carelessly tossing her wand across the room.

"We're going to talk now." She noticed for the first time that he was naked except for a very thin pair of boxer briefs. "I'm sorry for what I said earlier, but if you ever pull your wand out at me again you'll regret it. Like it or not we're bound together, you have certain expectations and so do I. You need to start living up to those expectations Hermione." She instantly understood his meaning. He approached her quickly ripping off her clothes while biting at her neck.

She was frantic but felt completely helpless with her wand so far away. She was not ready for sex, even after her experience with the Dark Lord she still felt unprepared. She had felt Harry's erection before and even though he was not the size of Voldemort he was above average and that fact alone terrified her. It wasn't until she was completely naked in front of him that her addrenaline spiked high enough for her to fight back.

Physical confrontation was never something Hermione excelled at but this time she was able to get Harry off of her before he forcibly took her virginity. "YOU BARBARIAN! HAVE SOME FUCKING RESTRAINT! I AM A GODDAMNED HUMAN BEING HARRY! NOT SOME PLAYTHING YOU CAN MANHANDLE CONSTANTLY!!" He glared angrily back at her, but apparently had no retort.

She ran into the attached bathroom and he did not follow her. An hour later when she reappeared into the bedroom he was asleep on the far edge of the king sized bed.

She could handle him in the morning, but had more important things to deal with now. Dressing conservatively in sweatpants and a big t-shirt, Hermione tucked her wand into the pant's pocket and climbed into bed.

When she appeared in what looked like an extremely expensive office she took one brief second to locate him before she attacked. The Unforgivable left her lips before she had time to realize how deeply into the darkness she was falling. CRUCIO!!!!!! Every ounce of magical power she possessed was put behind that spell. She knew instinctively that the force of the spell was strong enough to kill almost instantly.

Voldemort blocked the spell quickly. Hermione did not notice his red eyes gleaming.
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