Addiction

Disclaimer: Don't own it.

Author's note: the other perspective.

I stare at the creature that lies careless and naked in my bed. She's reading Hogwarts a History again.

She's always reading something.

She is the most filthy, beautiful thing I've ever seen.

My pretty little mudblood. My pet, my lover, my whore, my intellectual counterpart.

I consider killing her for a moment as she looks up from her book and smiles at me.

I hate her smile, it makes me feel things, things I can easily banish, destroy, and ignore.

But they appear just the same, and it's inconvenient and uncomfortable.

I make love to her instead. Well not love really, but she likes to call it that. And to me it makes no difference.

She's just a willing body. A willing body with a willing mind.

There's a million like her. Plenty that don't have dirty blood either, but there's something about her.

My precious little dark angel, more Slytherin than any of my Death Eaters. Hermione Jane Granger, dirty muggle name even.

And I, Lord Voldemort, the most powerful wizard to walk this world, immortal, and unstoppable; am addicted to a filthy mudblood.

She's smiling again.