Rating:
R
House:
The Dark Arts
Ships:
Hermione Granger/Tom Riddle
Characters:
Hermione Granger Tom Riddle Lord Voldemort
Genres:
Angst Darkfic
Era:
Harry and Classmates Post-Hogwarts
Stats:
Published: 05/01/2007
Updated: 01/24/2008
Words: 11,261
Chapters: 10
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Sweet Sacrifice

PrincessSchez

Story Summary:

Transformation
05/01/2007

"My brain burns and body aches with the thoughts of the fantasies that can only be satisfied by a young woman. Round up the others and go forth in your search. Use force to bring her in if you must. But remember, she is not to be touched. She is mine."

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"This one's still a virgin," Bella cackles, before removing her hand. "She'll be perfect for the Dark Lord."

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After years of raping and beheading my victims, I discovered that killing them was always more pleasurable while they are sleeping. It saves on the irritating begging for mercy. Though, I have let it go that far just to see the look of fear and life drain from their eyes ... to hear their last screams....

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Voldemort waits atop the staircase, his black cloak swishing behind him. He inspects us all for a moment before continuing his way down the stairs, his long black hair floating gracefully around his head. He stops in front, checking us over - or more likely me - as though I am some kind of prized animal.

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"Smile, Hermione, you poor sweet innocent thing," I chide. "It's not like you will remember anything when you wake up...." I finger her mouth again, turning her smile into a frown. "Oh, you want to hate me, don't you honey?" I smile.

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My instincts are blaring loudly to me as his hands crawl all over my body, touching my chest, my hips, my thighs. Tom pins me down on the bed as I continue to kiss him, my body screaming to continue, but I must stop.... I know what will happen if I don't pull away now....

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Her glare becomes more intense; I can feel the heat of it on the back of my neck. Turning my head just an inch more, I could see her face grow red with the loathing that was emanating from her.

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Chapter 08 - Numb
01/24/2008

Being trapped in this room for so long has dampened my spirits to the point where I no longer feel the joy of happiness, only the stinging pain of depression as I continually stare out on my bleak surroundings.

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"Please, what more do you want from me? What can I do to make you stop? To make

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I stand on the roof, letting the breeze rustle my hair and cool my sweaty face. I am four stories above ground level now. I never expected it to come to this, to end this way[...] She will pay, of course, but merely taking her life would not suit me enough.

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