Night Run

The girl ran through the night. Darkness all around her. Her chaser close at her heels, she just had to get away. She trips but stumbles instead of falling...She mustn't stop. He is almost up on her. A stitch sharpens in her chest and her legs begin to cram up on her...

NO! She mustn't quit, he mustn't catch her!

Then it happens in a blink of an eye her ankle twists. Now she has no choice but to stop otherwise she would damage herself more. The girl drops to the ground and cradles her ankle, dread filling her mind as her chaser comes closer. The girl lies on the cold ground praying that she won't be seen, but her chaser stops right in front of her, his red eyes gleaming, his black cape flowing behind him, a grin spread crossed his pale, sunken face.

"Thought you could get away from me, you little mudblood! Looks like all you managed to do was give me a good and humorous work out," the man hissed as he knelt down by the girl and ran his cold pointed fingers across her skin.

The girl shuddered at his touch. She tried to scream for help, but who would hear her out here in the middle of nowhere? She resulted in the only solution she could think of: beg for mercy.

"Please don't hurt me...Please Lord Voldemort...I will do whatever you tell me to do but please don't hurt me." She started to cry.

Lord Voldemort took his hand and ran it down her cheek whipping away a tear that had made its way down her chin.

"Hermione...I favor you. I do not want to hurt you, I want to love you," Voldemort cooed.

Hermione stopped crying and looked up into the hallow eyes of the wizarding world's worst enemy.

"Love me?" she repeated, disbelief in her voice and shock on her face.

She stood up so fast that she forgot all about her twisted ankle and nearly fell over with pain. Voldemort broke her fall and for a second they just looked into each other's eyes. Hermione forced herself out of his grasps and started to limp away.

"You're insane! You don't know anything about love, especially when it comes to loving a muggleborn. Besides I am already madly in love with Ron and I am a close friend of your enemy. How do I know that you aren't going to just use me to get to Harry?"

Voldemort grabbed her forearm and wheeled her around.

"It is nothing like that...this is different. I truly, deeply, love you."

He pulled her closer to him so that she could feel the heat of his body and kissed her passionately. Hermione fought against him but he would not release the kiss. His tongue went further down her throat the harder she fought against him. He pushed her against the alley wall and pressed his body against hers while he undid the buttons of her blouse. Hermione fought harder but his grasp on her was too strong. Her mind reeled as he went about removing her skirt. She was fully exposed now. He undid his robes to expose his man hood.

"NO!" She screamed but in her head.

Then it happened...he penetrated her soul; her innocence. She stopped fighting against him for there was nothing else she could do now pinned between a wall and a powerful man/wizard. He penetrated further into her the pain was unbearable. He released the kiss and pulled out. Hermione braced herself for what he was about to do next. He laid her down on the cold, hard ground and got on top of her. Then it came. He pushed it into her as far as it would go. Hermione screamed, but she couldn't tell if it was out of shock or pain. In and out he went for what seemed likes hours to Hermione, who now had tears flowing from her eyes. He finished pounding her getting his pleasure of having his way with her and with a deep grunting sound he released inside of her. He finished shooting off his loads, each wave made Hermione cry harder, then rolled off of her. Hermione didn't move for she was still frozen from shock.

She saw Voldemort set off a flash of red sparks. He then turned to her, fastening up his robes, and bent down next to her and whispered in her ear, "I love you Ms. Granger, always have and always will...they should be coming for you shortly."

With that he stood up and with a loud pop apparated from the alley leaving Hermione alone and shivering with cold. After a while Hermione slowly stood up, she was sore all over. She got dressed and turned to walk down the alley. She took two steps and couldn't go any further. He had blacked out and collapsed from the cold and shock and that is where she laid, in the cold, dark alley, waiting for whoever Voldemort called for to find her...