The Thoughts Asylum

A/N: Basically, I started this so that I can have a home for some of the drabbles (under 1,000 words) that I write for the prompts challenges over at LJ. All those warning tags you saw in the summary are for just in case, since I'm not sure how far I might take Hermione and Voldemort/Riddle when I'm writing these drabbles. Summaries will be provided at the beginning of each individual chapter.

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Notes: Serp wants to write a sappy story, so a sappy story she will write.

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Summary: The first time he declared his love towards her …

Rating: M

Warning/s: AU, adult themes, mentions of adult themes, sappiness

Betas: None. Be afraid. Very afraid. Or basically ... run.

Prompt Challenge: fanfic100

Prompt: 034. Not Enough

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Entertainment

"I love you."

The barely audible hiss shouldn't have been so easily heard, especially with her panting so loudly.

A satisfied, almost obsessed, gaze entered his eyes as he observed her. Wrapping one arm around her waist, he brought her closer to him. He heard her taking in a sharp breath, and that pleased him immensely. However, it was simply not enough for him. He wanted so much more from her. Raising his free hand, he brushed a single finger sensually down her cheek, connecting the beads of sweat on her face.

Then, with a flick of his wrist, she moaned, her voice weak, and he knew that the only reason her body wasn't moving was because she was simply too tired.

"Look at me, Hermione," he said softly, tipping her chin upwards so that her eyes were staring at him.

A sigh left his lips as she determinedly tried to concentrate her stare on the snake-like man in front of her.

"How does it feel like to have finally taught the Dark Lord how to love?" he asked.

She didn't answer him, though the look in her eyes was enough.

A high, cold laugh resounded throughout the cell as he stepped away from her. "How can I not love you when you've provided me with so much entertainment after Potter's death?"

"Go to hell," she said through gritted teeth in answer to his mockery.

His non-existent eyebrow quirked upwards in amusement, and his contentment rose to another level, knowing that he had defeated her once more—he'd forced her to speak again.

However, he still wanted to finish the evening off with a perfect ending.

With a flick of his wand, he cast another torturing spell towards her.

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A/N: Serp slinks off.