Fated (смешанная)

Voldemort's black gaze stares for what seems like hours. All is silence but my ragged breathing. My bloody lip dripping onto the forest floor. He finally speaks “It shall be a pleasure to bring you into submission Hermione”
I shiver and snap my caramel eyes to his black voids. The way he speaks my name, almost like it's forbidden, a whisper spoken in the darkened depths of depravity. I shouldn’t like the way it falls from his lips, but- I snap out of it.
“I will never yield to you Voldemort,” I say with utter clarity. “If I’m going to die I refuse to do so on my knees begging to a monster like you!” I spew with as much Gryffindor courage I can summon. I feel my curls rise with magic. My skin prickles and the bridge of my nose begins to perspire. Voldemort chuckles, his voice is a deep melodic sound, as smooth as crushed velvet. Although, his eyes, his ink black eyes give off a predatory gleam.
“You’ll find I can be very ...persuasive”
 
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