Okay so before you read on, you have to understand that this is fem slash (girl on girl) and if you have a problem with that then maybe you shouldn't read on...It also shows a dark Hermione. There is swearing in this and dark topics, possibly sadism if you want to interpret it as that. So don't say I didn't warn ya! But if you're perfectly okay with it then please R&R and yeah and none of the characters belong to me obviously only the plot does.

(Hermione POV)

"This thing of darkness, I acknowledge mine own." The Tempest William Shakespeare

Our relationship was always touch and go. Were we going to be loud and proud? Or were we going to be quiet and secretive? The latter is more fun, as we discovered, my love. As we went through the motions of school, the sexual tension grew and eventually I kissed you...That one kiss. The kiss that allowed my lust to grow into love, a deep love. My unhealthy obsession.

I knew you were bisexual like myself, and I had done since our fourth year. A slight weight was lifted off my shoulders when you told me. I had lusted for you before then of course, but knowing that you were available made it even harder to not act on it. You were the only one who knew about me then. Now? Now everybody knows. But when we first kissed it was only the two of us. That is how I wanted it to be forever.

You looked shocked when I moved away and your sweet voice whispered in my ear, "What does this mean?" Wasn't it fucking obvious?

"I want you Ginny."

At this you pushed me up against the wall of the empty common room, your red hair fell slightly into your eyes and you kissed me this time. The cold stone wall felt me move away holding your hand. I led you up to my bed, drew the black drapes around us and lit the candle above. I kissed your sweet outer shell and fondled your soft centre with my tongue. Our bodies moved in rhythm with one another, the heat from your body, your heavy breathing into my hair. Bliss.

The next day you told me the Wizarding world wasn't likely to accept us, so we would have to be secretive. They probably would have accepted us but you were still scared so I played along. I began top practice the dark arts and even killing curses. I knew I had to be able to protect you.

We would steal the odd classroom here and there, feeling the cool slabs of stone beneath us. It as secretive, sexy and a big turn on for me. Beneath my up-tight exterior, I was a rebel waiting to burst out.

When I wasn't in close proximity with you, things started to go wrong. The jealously and the distrust began. I knew full well why you and your last boyfriend broke up. Me. I guess it was inevitable that there would that underlying layer of mistrust always making its way to the surface.

One day and a month and four hours after we first began our love affair, I walked into our common room. I was already agitated because I hadn't seen you since breakfast. I walked in and I saw you leaning on that bitch Cleo Baines. Her head rested on yours and you had your eyes closed. My heart skipped a beat, my stomach knotted. The crimson liquid in my cold veins boiled. I wanted to scream at you. We had agreed to be exclusive to each other!

I needed to vent my anger and jealously and get revenge. I started with your brother. He liked me, that was obvious and he didn't have a girlfriend. Easy prey. So I flirted, touched, stroked him intimately and oh how he purred. I kissed him right there in front of you. I could feel your eyes on me as they bore in to the back of my head. So what? Don't dish what you can't take honey! I took Ron by the hand and led him outside of the portrait hole. When we got outside, I let go of his clammy hand, leaving him flummoxed, trying to utter my name. I ignored and headed for the dungeons.

I had given you something to ponder on. Now I needed to vent my anger. The dungeons were virtually empty and so I practiced my curses on the rats. My anger was released and dampened down eventually.

When I was sure I was safe, I went to bed calm and relaxed. You refused to talk to me point blank the next day and you flirted with Harry at breakfast. Why the fuck did you keep doing that to me Ginny? We were even! My breathing stopped and I got up making my way back down to the dungeons. I missed first lesson but arrived at my second cool and relaxed.

Who would have believed that you would be the one to drive me so insane Gin? That night you came down and sat with me when everyone was in bed. I was sitting by the fire and I heard your sweet voice start up.

"Herm-" My heart flipped over twice and I pulled you on to my lap and kissed you. You pulled away after a while and sighed.

"Whatever has been going on for the past few days needs to stop yeah?" I nodded, "We have to be honest with each other. I want to be with you properly. Not in secret anymore. We're going to be honest with each other right?"

I pondered on it for a short time. The secretiveness was big turn on but you meant everything to me. I smiled and nodded again. What was there to be honest about? You knew everything about me already. You didn't have any secrets from me.

"Well I'll go first. It's been eating me up all day since I saw you breakfast," Alarm bells started ringing. What the fuck had happened that I didn't know about? "When we were silently fighting last night, I...I...slept with Dean...to...to...get you back..."

My nostrils flared and I pushed you off my lap. My face was getting hotter and my cold blood boiled again.

"It was stupid Hermione! I know it was wrong but I thought you and Ron had..."

I had stopped listening by then...You were mine and you slept with someone else! I turned and made a start to get to the dungeons but you fucking grabbed me and threw me into the chair! You should have let me go, Gin...

"Don't run! We need to talk about this!" You pleaded with me.

"Let me go..." I muttered quietly.

"No!"

"LET ME GO!" I yelled at the top of my voice.

"No! I love y-" I cut you off...

"CRUCIO" I boomed...

Your sweet voice stopped and you struggled to scream. I'd lost it by then but you deserved it. I saw the fear in your eyes. It spurred me on and slightly turned me on. Eventually I stopped and you tried to get away. I couldn't let you do that Gin. They would all know what I had done. We wouldn't have been able to go back to the way we were. I had crossed that line. I looked at you and I remember what you have done. "I slept with Dean..." was on repeat in my mind. Jealously, malice and spite consumed me yet again.

"You bitch!" I screamed at you. By that time you were a blubbering mess. Your eyes were bloodshot and they showed the pain I had caused you. The tears were streaming down your face. You deserved it!

A red descended over my eyes and my anger took lead of my sense once again. I boomed, "Avada Kedavra"

I had only done it once preiously and that was on a rat the night before but this time I meant it and it worked. In one flash of green light you were on the floor. Your screams died and all that remained of them were the echoes. The fear in your eyes never left and you lay there with your eyes wide open staring at me. You were dead. I stepped back and my heart was beating faster in my ears. I took one deep breath and I was relaxed. I had killed my unhealthy obsession with you Ginny. But at what price?

Tears refused to fall down my face. So I just sat there in the old chair and waited for someone to find us and take me away. I was beyond caring at that point. You pushed me over the edge.

I, Hermione Granger, had killed Virginia Weasley, the woman I loved. So now as I sit in my Azkaban cell, my mind is replaying our tortured romance, the dementors arrive. My heart beats on but nobody hears. I feel the icy bony hands on my face and my eyes see what is beneath the hood. They have come to kiss me but they're too late. No-one's home.

"This thing of darkness, I acknowledge mine own." The Tempest William Shakespeare