Mine

All that i have is all that you've given me
did you never worry that id come to depend on you
ive gave you all my love I had in me
now I found ur lying and I cant believe its true
Stop-Jamelia


*

“So I found out I passed my OWL’s, did well I guess”, I laughed

“Well? You probably did better than nearly everyone whose ever walked in Hogwarts!”, Harry exclaimed

“Well alright then, I did good”, I smiled and handed him some food through his bars. Ever since I had gotten talking to him I realised how much I missed him, my best friend, I made him healthier than he had been in months which he kept thanking me for. He had no wand and was unable to do wandless magic himself, something I was glad I was able to do so easily.

“Isn’t this cosy”, the icy voice of Voldemort said, Harry quickly looked up and moved back about an inch, obviously months under his imprisonment made him scared but he was very brave for his situation.

“Im allowed to talk aren’t I? or is that another restriction you’re placing on me?”, I said, not getting up or even looking up to him,

“I didn’t give you permission to come down here”

“you said I was allowed to venture outside of your chambers, so I did, you didn’t say a thing about not coming down here”, I replied in a bored tone,

Harry looked at me confused at how easily and causally I back chatted Voldemort without being tortured, Voldemort lowered his hand on my shoulder and gripped it hard.
“I see you’ve got all friendly with Potter again, so much for all that ‘im going to kill him’ nonsense”, he smirked smugly at Harry’s reaction of shock.

“Harry you know what I was going through”,

“yeah…yes its ok Hermione, it doesn’t matter really, not anymore”, he looked up at Voldemort with a smirk, Harry knew he would be pissed if he ‘mentioned’ that he was alright with me now. “Have you got a problem with that your royal darkness or whatever they call you”

“You’re lucky to be alive, you may think better than to talk down to your leader”

“im not lucky to be alive and you aren’t my leader, there are things worse than death”, Harry sneered, Voldemort crucioed him and kissed my neck with his wand still on him, it disgusted me how he got pleasure from others pain, his fingers trailed down my robe to my breasts which were only protected by the thin material of the robe. Harry’s scream went through me but I was powerless to stop it, I pulled away from him though, his strong hands holding me still. He released the spell as Harry gasped for breath and removed his lips from my neck. “you have no idea what I am capable of”

“you know how much I hate screams yet you do it on purpose, you are trying to tell me something but its unclear what you’re getting at”, I snarled and healed Harry, “You do it to try and get obedience from me, its not going to happen ever! I never wanted to be here, but lately I started to enjoy being with you, but still you’re the same dark lord. You were so good to me but yet you only want what benefits you! Think of someone else for a change, im your wife but if you want to treat me like a slave then I will act like one, because I don’t care anymore!”, I raged and stalked off out without another look.

I wish I hated him.

*

“She wont always be there for you Potter, I doubt I will allow her down here anymore, I would have killed you ages ago but death seems like a luxury for you, I prefer your pain. Remember Potter, she is mine”

“Maybe, but treating her like that isn’t going to have her be yours willingly-no matter what you say or do, you don’t care for her”, Potter said through clenched teeth,

“I always get what I want, I already have her and she loves me. Does that hurt to know you ex-best friend, who you loved now has fallen for the dark lord? I despise you and would pleasantly enjoy torturing you for hours on end but I wont, do you know why? Its because you’re wrong, I do care for her even if you don’t believe it”, I retorted and glared down at his pathetic self. “don’t expect myself or her around, the only ones to see you are the house elves, enjoy yourself”, I smirked and apparated to my study.

I hated that boy but I kept him alive to see him suffer, killing him would be his escape and I Always have the control, he being alive was my control. Every now and again when I was bored I went down and tortured him, I sometimes killed a few other prisoners who were sometimes in there as well, but Potter was the only one which ever lived. Being fed only once a day and living in cold conditions was just enough to keep him alive without giving him any luxury, he was lucky I didn’t turn him into a servant but he had a no-point-in-living life anyway.

Hermione disappointed me though, maybe I truly believed she hated him, but no, she forgave and forgot. The look in her eyes, disgust, as I tortured him, she still doesn’t realise I am the dark lord and I can do what I wish. She will learn that I may be good to her but I wont be to others, I wont apologise, ever. I should punish her for walking out but I prefer her when she’s happy around me, adding to her ‘hate’ will do nothing of benefit to me. What did she mean when she said I only do things which benefit me? Of course I do! I am the fucking dark lord and have worked all my life to get to a position where everyone is ruled by me.

From such a young I knew I was special, I wasn’t like the other children, I was a wizard and they were muggles obviously but it was more than that, I was better than every student at Hogwarts! Even when I was a teenager I was able to open the chamber of secrets, murder my father, make my first horcruxes and excel in every subject, my ‘peers’ were terrified me and those who slept in the same dormitory as me called me their lord, knowing full well that if they disrespected or went against me, I could easily crucio them.
Those were the days, I half chuckled and sipped a glass of elf made wine which was already waiting for me when I arrived. She will learn someday, she’s already confused with love and hate, both strong words, hate I have always used whereas love I have only used…felt since I met her.

Love…such a pathetic emotion but it cant be helped, now I’ve learnt that, I indeed love her and would kill to keep her safe. I really wanted to go to her and give her a kiss but I wouldn’t, I had shown to much weakness lately I had to show her I was still in charge.

I am still in charge. I am. I rule the world, my empire and her life, whatever happens I know about it…most of the time.

*

I cant believe him, so fucking evil! I sighed and collapsed to the floor outside some random room and closed my eyes as tears fell.
“why cant things be more simple?”, I sighed

“after all this time you still as that question”, I heard Snape say standing opposite me, I opened my eyes slightly to see his silhouette in the doorway of the room I sat in front of. When I fully opened my eyes and rubbed away the tears I couldn’t help but blush when I noticed he was just wearing his boxers, he had such a good body, so unlikely I would never have guess he was hiding that under his robes. When I noticed I was checking him out I blushed even further but looked away, pretending I had to wipe a few more tears, I caught the smirk on his face though.

“what do you want?”

“I was going to ask you the same thing, this is my room and your sitting opposite it”, he nodded his head back into his room and back again, I almost laughed.

“Your room? don’t you have your own castle or something?”, I rolled my eyes disbelievingly

“Very funny, I do have my own place but I have a room here as well, im here most days so the dark lord gave me a place to stay and do research if he thinks he may need me quickly, not that its any business of yours”

“so your ‘on call’ like a lapdog”, I sniggered and stood myself up, “Ill be going then”, I turned to leave but my feet were glued to the floor, “What the?”

“You haven’t apologised”, he said sternly but almost yawning at the same time

“for what? Look just let me out now”, I could do it myself but the fact that he did it made me want him to give up.

“being blatantly rude and disrespectful”

“Im not apologising, I’ve had enough to deal with with him let alone having you complaining!”, I sneered, “I just had a good day and then you people have to ruin it as you always do!”

“You will apologise”

“What you going to if I don’t? crucio me?”, I smirked

“I could do many things, you wouldn’t like me to force feed you the potion your kidnapers gave you now do you?”, it was his turn to smirk.

“You wouldn’t”, I tried to reassure myself to him, he leaned over and stuck his lips so near my ear I could feel his warmth breath.

“Try me”, he whispered with an evil smirk, I shuddered and released myself from his spell knowing he wouldn’t do it and stepped back away from him, “Just beware of my hand, as it might just slip something into your drink…”

“Just leave me alone Snape, im not your student and your not my professor anymore, you cant punish me and give me detention. Why don’t you go and do your new job and run the wizarding world? Or is that too much for you and you have to always hang around here!”, I spat angrily. Before I knew it I was pushed up against the wall with his fuming eyes deep into mine, his face no further than a few inches from my own.

“Listen now my lady, don’t take me seriously if you wish but I’ve warned you, I will hurt you…a lot if you piss me off, you are wrong because i can punish you. The dark lord has no problem with anything I may wish to do”, he growled, his eyes trailing down my robe but then back up at my face, “You have grown…you might want to be more cautioned, I have the power to do whatever I want”, he licked his lips in anticipation.

“I was wrong, you have changed. you were just an evil bastard back then but now you’re an evil bastard who’s also a fucking pervert! You may have the power to do what you want, but I caution you too, I am capable of way more than you would even believe, I wouldn’t risk it if I was you”, he chuckled before biting my lip and drawing blood.

“My dear you have much to learn, I would quite happily fuck you right here right now, you underestimate me, I am not a professor anymore, I am minister of magic and have done much worse than biting your lip to many”, he breathed, the coppery taste of my own blood was making me want to vomit. He did quite frighten me a bit but I did my best not to show it.

“Are you done yet?”, I stuttered, he ignored me and started to grope my left breast while still carrying on his conversation, I couldn’t do anything, if I refused to do what he wanted I would get pain for disobeying him which meant disobeying Voldemort, just great. He wanted me to just stand there and let it happen, I wasn’t stupid, he was challenging me to see how long it would take before I gave in but I didn’t, I just stood still waiting for him to finish.

“You should choose to wear less more often, though you’re a bit of a whore anyway so I guess your used to it”, before I knew it I slapped him hard across the cheek, out of anger, I didn’t know whether to regret it or not. He looked back up to me, his hand slightly touching his cheek and his eyes filled with rage. He lifted his wand and cast an unknown curse on me, I screamed in pain, it felt like the pain the cruciatus gave but the curse, even when I couldn’t defend myself, had a bigger affect than it ever had, it was unbearable. It made me temporarily unable to see or hear as I fell to the floor in pain, all I could think was when would it stop and what the fuck is it!

Finally I stopped and I gasped for breathe, my vision and hearing came back, making me fully aware of my situation. I was still in the hallway on the floor and Snape stood over me with a big evil grin across his face, twiddling his wand as if deciding if he should do it again.
“Did you like it? Just a curse I developed myself, the cruciatus basically but with the added helplessness, you couldn’t block it out because you had no idea where and what was going on, you was helpless. Now let me think…oh yes, that means I can torture you without you using your own magic against it”, fuck. He wasn’t lying because it was just used on me and was basically threatening me, I knew I couldn’t mess with him now that he had just unveiled his curse I couldn’t defend against.
“Aren’t you going to say something?”, he laughed.

“I have nothing to say”

“Good because im sick of miss-know-it-all thinking because she’s the dark lords wife, she can forget her place”

“Then why do you always turn up so unexpected? I am sick of just wanting to be alone but you have to come alone!”

“I can do what I wish as long as the dark lord is fine with it, he is fine with me going anywhere except his bedroom without permission, so technically your turning up unexpectedly. You may want to cover yourself up, you never know who’s watching”, his eyes trailed down my body and I soon realised my robe had feel off one shoulder, baring my right breast so I quickly covered it up in frustration.

“You love to see me hurt and humiliated don’t you, I’ve never done anything wrong to you! So what if I speak my mind? Next its going to be a crime to think! Please, im not weak I just cant cope with all these different emotions…”, I cried, tears fell from my eyes but I didn’t care, I pushed myself up to walk away.

“You are a bright and clever girl, ill give you that but you don’t live in the world you still believe you’re in, you are in the dark lords world now. Get used to it and maybe you will fit in and wont suffer”, he told me as I walked down the hall, I heard him close the door to his room.

I hate deatheaters, I hate this life, I hate what Voldemort has done to me.
I just want to be happy yet all I get is sadness, anger and pain.
I got over the fact that Snape had tortured me, I was too used to it happening it didn’t really register, I made my way to the bedroom chambers.

As I opened the door, the rose Voldemort had given me a while ago which I had kept alive through charms was help up to me, held by such familiar hands now. I took it and smelt its still exquisite scent, my teary eyes trailed into his and before I knew it I was being hugged.

Once again in the arms of the most evil man in the world, yet he didn’t try anything, just a kiss on my forehead and not letting go-not that I wanted him to…just yet.

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Snape is one dark guy but he has feelings, deep down I think he does care about Hermione but that’s not going to stop his evil edge-unlike Voldemort who is in a split between the two.
If only she wasn’t always so confused, what do you think she should feel?