Poison

She was running, running as fast as her legs could carry her, away from him, from it, from them. She couldn't believe it - wouldn't believe it had it not come straight from Dumbledore's mouth with his dying breath.

"Hermione," came a voice through the trees and she quickened her pace, heart beating wildly in her chest.

"Hermione." The name was drawn out this time like the words of a song and laughter followed her every step. She tried to weave a trail through the tress quietly but her foot caught on a tree root and she fell with a short scream.

No no no no no nono... she thought frantically, eyes darting everywhere. A shadow came through the trees and she panicked trying her best to stand, but she kept fumbling, kept tripping, kept falling.

When the shadow became closer, clearer, Hermione stopped frozen. "Well, well, well," a voice said, the hood falling off his head revealing blonde hair, grey eyes and imposing features.

"Please," she begged. She wanted nothing more than to hex him into oblivion but her wand was long gone, long lost, probably broken.

"Please what, Hermione?" Draco said, eyes darkening. "Please leave you here to rot? Please kill you?" He leaned down, his face dangerously close to hers. "Or, please spare you and bring you to them."

Hermione's eyes widened. That hadn't been in her mind at all. but now that he mentioned it...It all made perfect sense.

"Ahh..." Draco said standing up straight. "I knew you would prefer that final choice. But come on, get up." He grabbed her arm and hefted her to her feet. "They're expecting you."

"Draco, please...." she pleaded trying one last time. Maybe he would let her go, maybe if she tried hard enough....

But he kept on dragging her along. "Please isn't going to cut it, Granger. No amount of begging is going to make me or them leave you alone, so it'd be in your best interest to stop resisting and come along without a fight."

If possible, Hermione's heart began to race even faster, but she conceded, letting him drag her along. They eventually came to Hogwarts, or at least what remained of it. The castle had long been taken over by Voldemort. Hermione could still remember the battle, the crying, the death like it was yesterday, but she refused to think about it, refused to even consider the fact that once she walked into that castle, she might never come out.

Face them or die - she didn't know which was worse.

Draco led her down a series of hallways until they came to what used to be the Great Hall but was now just a giant, elaborately decorated room of sorts. There was a large door where the Head Table used to be, and Draco dragged her over, knocking twice before entering.

The room they entered was simply decorated but eloquent. Hermione didn't have to ask whose room it was. It was written in the pure power and raw feeling in the room better than any writing ever could.

His back was towards her, another figure standing next to him by the window. She shivered. Seeing them together made her feel things that she promised herself she wouldn't if she ever saw them again. But you can't tell your heart what to feel....

"Leave, Draco," he said. Draco gave Hermione one last glance before turning around and leaving the room. She could hear the door lock, feel the magic radiating off it - she'd never get out now. Not without their consent.

"Come here," he said, his back still to her. She moved slowly, her strides deliberate and quiet. When she reached him, a set of arms enfolded her waist, her arms pinned to her sides. Her breath caught in her throat and her heart raced when the face at the window turned to look at her, green eyes boring into her own. She could feel her own fear, but something else was rising to the surface, something she hadn't felt or acknowledged for a long time.

"Harry," she found herself whispering, the arms around her loosening, then tightening their grip, teasing her. "Ron, please..."

Harry stepped forward and she found that she couldn't take her eyes off of him, couldn't breathe, couldn't think.

"Are you scared of me Hermione?" Harry whispered before kissing her neck slowly and deliberately, teasing her.

"Yes," she whispered as he placed a hand on either shoulder. Ron's hands wandered up her shirt and she couldn't help the moan that escaped her lips when his hands came in contact with her breasts.

"Please," she whispered, although she wasn't quite sure what she was begging for anymore.

"Don't you trust us Hermione?" Harry murmured against her neck, his fingers trailing up and down her arms daring her to push him away.

She whimpered. "I used to."

"Going to have to do better then that," Ron whispered, tracing the shell of her ear with his lips before unclasping her bra and pulling her shirt over her head.

"Y-yes," she whispered, knowing that she had just sold her soul to the devil with that one word. It was true - no matter what they were now or whose side they were on, she would always love them, trust them with everything she had.

She just prayed that they still loved her.

Harry lifted his face, emerald eyes blazing. He smiled, sinister, dark, lust. "That's my Hermione," he said before his lips met hers in a brutal kiss. Hermione couldn't help but moan as Harry kissed her as hard as humanly possible. She would likely be bruised but at the moment she didn't care. All she felt were his lips against hers, his tongue plundering her mouth. It was so easy to succumb to this, so easy to give in.

Harry could feel her tensing up and he spun her around. Before she could say a word, Ron's mouth was on hers, fire against fire. She was burning for them and she couldn't stop.

Harry slipped her skirt down her legs and led her over to the bed. They laid her on her back and she looked up at them, eyes wide and innocent but full of lust. She didn't know when but at some point, they had both stripped their clothes off. She glanced at their arms where identical black skulls marred their once perfect skin. Her eyes filled with tears.

"Why?" she asked somewhere between a sob and a whisper.

"It was kill or be killed Hermione," Harry said simply. He leaned his face close to hers, kissed her soundly before adding, "And I didn't want to die."

"But - but you were winning," she said softly.

"No - that's what everyone was led to believe. I was losing. I was about to die. Voldemort gave me an ultimatum - either I join him willingly or he'd kill you and Ron and I'd have to watch. And then he'd kill me. So I went with him. I was seventeen years old - I didn't want to die yet."

"And Ron?"

Ron shrugged leaning over to give Harry a passionate kiss. "For better or for worse, right?"

"So you left me alone? I thought you were dead! For the past three years, I thought you were dead!" She was yelling but her voice quieted as she added, "I thought you loved me."

"We do love you," Ron murmured kissing her neck, inching down to her collarbone, the path between her breasts, her stomach. His fingers found the apex between her thighs and she moaned loudly.

Harry's hands weren't idle. As he kneaded her breasts gently, he asked, "Would you have cared?"

Hermione didn't have to ask what he was implying - even if they had told her of their plans, would she have joined them? Would it really have mattered whether or not they loved her or how much she loved them - would she have joined them, for better or for worse?

Hermione's lack of answer was enough to drive Harry to kiss her again, stifling the loud cries that were escaping her throat.

"Sweet desire, your kisses are like poison," Harry murmured against her lips, reciting words the three of them knew by heart. "Fire running through my veins, coiling in my mind, melting the ice in my heart," Ron's voice joined him, their voices unified, perfect to her ears - how could something so wrong seem so right? "Swiftly tilting my already fragile mind, emotions running wild as you cool me with your words and then set me aflame again," Hermione's voice joined Harry and Ron's and they spoke as one, as they always should be. "Burning with desire, I feel like I could die and your kisses are like poison - " As they broke off to give each other a heated kiss, the ending words were hers alone.

"So why don't you poison me?"

And as they leaned over her and kissed her together, a mirror of her own desire, she realized that they would.