Breaking Hermione

Prisoner

Don't classes start now?" I went to sit up but Tom reached out and more or less pulled me back down to the bed with an iron like grip.

"It's fucking Saturday." His voice was rough. "And you're not going anywhere."

Damn I thought. This is what my life has come to.

I blinked up at the pornographic poster above me wanting more than anything to disappear into nothingness and just drift away. Life was just too confusing now. The past was a mess, the future was screwed, and now I was in the bed of a psychopath staring up at a group of witches getting it on.

"You've been staring at that poster for too long," Tom said, whether or not he was trying to be humourous didn't exactly register with me because of his emotionless angsty boy voice.

"It's... definitely something else." I couldn't stop myself from sounding annoyed. For someone who had just destroyed most of what I held dear I certainly didn't expect to be left alone with him listening to him rambling about some stupid poster.

"This is the first time I've only had one girl in my bed." He said. "I have to admit, that doesn't happen to often."

"Oh really?"

I was too damn numb and beside myself to care what he was on about or what type of reaction he was trying to get from me. I was so tired, my bones felt like dead weights pinning me to his bed and my mind was set on dissociating.

It was a weird situation. Humiliating. Testing. For someone I considered my arch nemesis he was distorting my image of him until I romanticised it a bit too much. For one he was hot. Two he was a careless asshole, the type of guy whose hobby was breaking hearts with a purely demonic grace. He had some kind of cologne but I doubt it was a high end muggle fragrance. He was really attractive physically, and then alluring like a forbidden fruit which I'd just devoured. I hated him.... and now I felt something different. Was I falling for him? I didn't know. There was something so intoxicating about surrendering everything to him. No more pain. No more games. Just power and darkness and control. Whatever this roller coaster was I had no idea where I was going and there was no stopping it.

"You're not the kind of girl I usually have in bed." Toms voice continued but an octave huskier somehow. "I go for the ones I've selected by social status in their Houses. Nothing less."

"Why are you telling me this," I heard myself saying as if from a distance. "Like what type of reaction do you think I'm going to have to that?"

"You know what?" Tom sounded almost curious. "I don't know. And it's the first time I've ever felt like this. I don't know how you're going to react to that and I'm intrigued by what answer I'm going to find."

He shifted in the bed, turning to face me with those eyes of darkness analysing me closely like a test question he couldn't quite decipher.
What did he see when he was staring at me? What were his thoughts? Did he really like me or was this just something else . I didn't know how to feel because I was beginning to really fall for him. What was wrong with me? He was my enemy. And now I couldn't stop getting lost in his eyes, and his scent.

"I don't know." I said faintly.

"Give me your hand."

He sat up on the bed and picked my hand up in his own.

"Let's make an Unbreakable Vow."

Panic slowly burnt out into surrender. I couldn't resist now to Tom's desire.

Within a moment Tom had his wand in hand and had placed it to the exact place our hands met.

He vowed to watch out for me and having me be subservient to him throughout what I did. I didn't resist. I verbally offered myself over just like that, I vowed to do what he asked of me. It was over just as quickly as it happened.