"If you keep it up, Granger, I just might kiss you," he warned heatedly. "Well, what the fuck are you waiting for?" she hissed as his fingers dug into her hips – a warning. "Kiss me," she dared. some heat, some fluff, just a little fun writing experiment for me

"Aren't you scared?" he asked, knife poised at the ready. Because he was curious. She trembled but she didn't beg. She flinched but she didn't scream. Surely, she was scared. Who wouldn't be in this situation. He brought the knife down with force, except he stopped just shy of her heart when he heard her whisper, "I'm scared shitless."

Their sex never held any form of tenderness and that was exactly how she liked it. Her back arched when his hand came up to grip her hair; her toes curled when she felt his teeth scrape her neck. When they kissed it was with a frantic sort of desperation. They both needed this. They both needed each other to provide this distraction. Him from his future; her from her loneliness. AU

Tom Riddle was the epitome of control. He controlled his emotions, he controlled his people, he could control those who were not his people... so it was very well that he'd use it to his advantage to further his dark ambitions of power. What didn't fit into his perfectly well formed plans were the oddities of one Hermione Granger and the intrigue she unwillingly incited HIATUS

She knew that leaving him would break his heart and it hurt her more than anything that it was a necessary decision. She had to leave him. She had to make him hate her because soon... the cancer would take her. She didn't want him to go through that... It was better he hate her than hold on.