The Dark Lord Harry Potter

Hermione Granger felt a twinge of fear roll down her spine as she sat in the bathroom stall following Ronald Weasley's insults. What if her tactic hadn't work after all? What if she truly had lost him somehow, and her pathetic attempt at showing how much she needed him was seen as a desperate cry for help from a pathetic child? What if…

"Hello my dear."

The sob that escaped her lips was one of pure relief and joy.

"Oh my, did someone do something to upset you? Do I need to have a 'talk' with one of your classmates?"

"N-no, I just… I was afraid you didn't want me…" the bushy-haired Witch froze the moment the words left her mouth. How much more pitiful could she be?

"Of course not my dear, you are far too interesting for me to no longer want you. I must apologize if you felt as though I have been ignoring you though. It has been a rather rough start to the year has it not?"

"Y-yes… very much so. Those creatures, what they almost did…"

"Ah yes, I heard that some students had quite the encounter on the train, I do so hope you have recovered since then."

"Yes! I mean uhm yes I have… thank you for asking, you are the only one who has, the only one who cares…"

"And I always shall my dear."

Her heart sped up once again as the familiar warmth began to pool in her stomach mixed with something new, an odd nervous feeling. She wanted to push further, to confess her feelings for him and give everything she was to him, but there was an underlying fear. A fear that he would reject her, that her devotion towards him would be annoying, or even 'creepy'. Surely such a person had his fair share of stalkers and women who threw themselves at him on a regular basis.

She needed to show that she was different, that she belonged with him.

"I was thinking…"

"Yes?"

Hermione bit her lip, before gathering what there was of her 'Gryffindor courage', "That I still haven't gotten you anything for Christmas, or your birthday for that matter."

"That is quite alright, it can be rather difficult to get a hold of me at times."

He was being chivalrous, trying to spare her feelings, and the bookworm felt her heart beat just a bit faster, and fall just a bit more for him. "Still, I mean if you want to… I mean we could do something, I mean I could do something for you…"

"Not necessary in the least bit, and you know I would never expect you to do anything you are uncomfortable with."

That sealed it, any reluctance, inhibitions, or doubts remaining were swept away with that one statement. He had made it clear that he was aware she was offering something that most boys wouldn't think twice about accepting, and then refused . Not because he wasn't interested in her, his letters during the summer squashed those notions, but because he didn't want to push her.

Hermione Granger was hopelessly in love, and there was nothing she could do to stop the fall now. Now all she had to do was show him .

"I want to do something though, to show you how much I care about you, how much I lo…" This time, luckily, she snapped her jaw shut just in time to stop whatever stupidity was about to be spoken.

"Hmmm, well I wasn't expecting something so early but… I suppose this might work." Though he couldn't see the girl had very enthusiastically nodded her head. "Very well, a small test of loyalty to prove yourself. Do this and you will join me with the others."

"Of course! I mean… yes of course, whatever you want me to do."

"I shall leave the specifics up to you. I trust you far more than the others to come up with your own solution, after all. Show me what you want in life, prove that you are willing to give up everything else… and I will give you more than you can imagine."

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Dear Harry,

I hope you are doing well this year. I heard about the prisoner escaping and I am praying for your safety every night. Although I am terrified for you I cannot help but be grateful towards the man. Without him we would not have had the few days we spent together over the summer.

It feels like a dream now, a wonderful dream that I keep thinking of, that fills my head every night when I sleep. Your hands on me, touching, caressing. Your lips on mine and everywhere else. I can only hope that we will have more time together this year as well, and I hope to have another night with you soon.

Yours, Ginny

A small smirk appeared on the face of a certain emerald-eyed teenager as he slid the letter into his cloak. Everything was progressing as he had planned it, faster even. He had not actually expected the youngest Weasley to give in so easily, nor for Hermione to already fall into obsession with him so soon. This thought, however, turned his expression into a frown.

Perhaps things were progressing a little too quickly. He had already achieved most of his goals only a month or two into the school year, if things continued at this rate he would be completely done with his plans by the holidays. Then what was he going to do for the remaining months?

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