There's No Point Pretending (H.G. X Reader)

A Villain, A Hero

"Every villain is a hero in his own mind."

Based off of this quote from Tom Hiddleston, AKA, Loki.

A blood traitor. That's what they called me.

I am no traitor.

I'm not like my family.

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Hermione's POV

I screamed in agony as Bellatrix continued to throw curse after Cruciatus curse at me. My throat stung and my vision blurred, time had no meaning and the only thing that mattered was the pain. I wasn't sure how much more I could take.

Then she stopped, I couldn't very well tell what was going on but I believe someone else entered the room. I hoped they wouldn't let her continue with her horrendous torture.

A few moments later it seemed they had stopped her but even so the pain was still intense, I felt myself slipping from consciousness.

The new-comer approached me, with each step their face became clearer and more defined. They looked somewhat familiar, like I had seen them in the halls, or in a class before.

They squat down next to me and even though my vision was fading I still recognized them.

"Y/n." I was barely able to mumble out the name before I passed out.

Y/N's POV

I was surprised she knew my name. Hermione and I had probably only spoken one time and I don't recall names being exchanged, just a short chat and a quick goodbye. I only knew her name because we shared Potions, she always knew the answer to any question Snape could throw at her. He hated her for it, I thought I was rather amusing.

I couldn't deny her beauty, no one could, even if she was a bit of a know-it-all. I would be lying if I said I hadn't gained a crush on her over the years we sat in the same rooms, learning the same subjects. I would be lying if I said I hadn't chosen to spend those same classes staring at her instead of paying any attention.

But I could never say this out loud, it would ruin everything I've worked for in my life. Coming from a family of blood traitors, I had to work hard to make a name for myself and become the respected Pure Blood I am today, and falling for a mudblood would destroy it all.

I just need to remind myself of that, and this silly little infatuation will fade. I don't love her.

I don't love her.

So why did I have to keep telling myself that as I carved my reminder into her skin?

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Some time later I sat in the room the Malfoy's allow me to rest my head in when I visit, trying to clear the thoughts that continued to invade my head.

Just except it, you are a blood traitor.

No.

You are, you're just to afraid to admit it. You fell for a mudblood, how could you stoop so low?

I don't love her.

You do.

I don't love her.

Of course you do. How could you not? She's beautiful and smart, funny and kind. All your hard work was for nothing.

I- I don't...

You do.

A knock interrupted me, it was frantic and loud, pulling me from my thoughts and causing me to become frustrated.