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A/N: I know it's a crazy idea, but give it chance. You might find the next Dramione in it. (: Set at Catching Fire. Contains Spoilers.

Have You Ever

… been given not a choice?

By Sweet Temptress

It was often said that President Snow was against any physical operations and alterations. He was offered a lot, all of them promising immortality and beauty to The Man, none of which he ever approved or even considered.

Really? The Man whose Capitol strives in these technologies to make them feel younger and more alive opposes to this?

Soon whispers flew all over the country. All greatly exaggerated after the next. But hey, it is the Capitol. Juicy gossips were always welcome in their abodes. In a short span of three days, every household and everyone knew President Snow's open hatred for these plastic operations and what not. Which was why, they claimed, he looked rather ancient for a very modern country.

But what the whole of Panem didn't know, was that the paper white-haired man's appearance they knew, was only a product of pills and well, more pills.

He was, after all, only at his tender age of four and twenty.

And no one at his early twenties are sprouting transparent white hair for fashion. Except him.

President Snow wanted to command respect. And so respect he got by changing his appearance into a more formal, more respectable one. An old man. Only a few knew of this, of course. Truly, magnificent are the things that Panem could hide, do, and destroy.

It was of such joy that President Snow controlled it.

Now, if only that Katniss Everdeen wasn't such a nuisance. And the pills not eating his body inside out.

It came as a shock really. The moment the doctors said that he needed to stop the pills. It was destroying him from the inside. His system can't take it anymore. And if he wanted to live longer, they said, he should stop. Pronto.

It was something even his high class Capitol couldn't fix.

His true appearance was a much younger version of himself. His hair was of the darkest shade of black. His jaw was pronounced, his eyes, were gray. Not too dark. Not too light. Just... quite boringly, gray. But fear not, the heavens seemed to have had him standing in front when they showered blessings for lips, because his lips, dare I say it, are kissable.

Snow knew it was unforgivable to be handsome when you rise to the top—to his contenders anyway. Being handsome was, as most of his competition concluded, an advantage. It was unfair. Being treated specially because one was so handsome. That's what they said before he killed them all, anyway.

In the Capitol, everyone knew that favors could be done if one fellow just slept with the one in charge. And he was a handsome young man. It was so easy to just sleep with all the ladies—and sometimes even men—and zoom up the top. But where was the challenge in that? It was much more fun to poison. To kill.

And now he's on top, no one can say anything.

No one.

But that Mockingjay girl.

Uprisings were starting everywhere. Ever since that Katniss Everdeen showed up, existed suddenly in everyone's minds, everything became chaotic.

President Snow has long decided to shut her up, kill her in the arena. But the people of the Capitol wouldn't allow it. And her double suicide stunt. He could just taste her blood the moment he killed her.

But no. That won't do. The citizens of the Capitol love her so much. Her and that boy… that Peeta Mellark.

Oh but now he was over it. He wouldn't let that little chit inspire uprisings again. He won't kill her.

He had something more devious in mind.

After all, there was one thing the Capitol adored so much more than the games.

Drama.

She was staring right at President Snow's eyes.

She was sure of it.

No one else had that exotic shade of gray for their eyes. No one in the Seam really had that shade for their eyes, and nobody could even afford the expensive cut of his suit. Heck, nobody even owned a suit. There was also the hidden coldness in them that Katniss could recognize anywhere. They were the very same eyes that warned her during her crowning.

This was President Snow. She was sure.

But it was a different... person talking to her. She was sure of the eyes, but the appearance? Though she must admit that it did look like President Snow. Only younger... maybe in his early twenties?

Oh, heavens. What was she doing analyzing eyes and appearances? She could just ask point blank who he was and get it over with.

With her shoulders stiff and her face void of emotions, 'Who are you?' she demanded.

The man sitting in their study table as if it was his study table laughed. Charmed gray eyes looked at her amusingly. 'I believe you already have you answer, Miss Everdeen. It is quite clear, the thoughts on your eyes.'

She frowned. Clear? Her thoughts? Well, excuse me, but she's been schooling her features not to give a way any indication of her thoughts and emotions whatsoever.

'You're...' she swallowed lightly. 'President Snow, aren't you?'

A merry laugh escaped his lips once again before he spoke. 'You were always the smart one, weren't you?' He teased lightly. 'I had my suspicions, of course. But only after that berry stunt you pulled did I confirm it.' His tone was still teasing, but Katniss knew better. It was a threat, that much was clear.

'What did you come here for?' She demanded again. She didn't like where this was going. He's here for a reason, and she knew chitchat wasn't exactly a politician's style.

His gray eyes once so warm, suddenly closed off. This was hiding emotions, Katniss thought. His voice was cool, controlled and reeked of pure power when he spoke. 'I will kill your family.' He said bluntly.

Anger rose within Katniss. That was it? That was it? Not even a bargain? Not even a threat first? Just like that? 'Who do you—' she was cut off.

'Hush, Miss Everdeen, I'm not yet done.' Warm flooded back to his eyes, and as if it wasn't anything serious, he continued charmingly. 'Also, I'm going to kill that cousin of yours and his family, oh, and let's see. Who else?' He looked down at the study table as if he had some kind of list. 'Oh! And look at that! Let's not forget!' Gray eyes suddenly looked at her coldly again, and his voice dropped a few octaves. 'That Peeta Mellark boy who you love so much.' he added mockingly.

Everything suddenly stopped. Anger made her see red, and she clenched her fists at her side. This was the price of those berries. She should have killed herself and let Peeta live. One life for everyone else. If only she'd known. If only she was rational. If only she thought before she acted. And now they were going to die. All because of her selfishness to live and stupidity.

'I'm sorry,' she whispered. Not to Snow. But for her family, Gale... Peeta. It was escaped her lips before she could stop herself. It was soft, barely audible but Snow seemed to hear it.

'Don't be such a drama queen, Miss Everdeen. You can still make up for your mistakes.' With that, her head snapped up to look at him. Her eyes almost wild and desperate. Gray eyes looked at her coldy, almost disgusted with her obvious show of emotions. 'I can't have you making any more trouble than you already are, Miss Everdeen. Your rebellious acts must stop. Panem doesn't need to experience rebellion again, Miss Everdeen. They have suffered enough.' Huh. Suffered enough. Right. 'My proposition for you requires you to be guarded at every moment, your moves watched 24/7. You can't go anywhere, do anything without permission.' He continued.

He was talking too much. Maybe it was her anger or her desperation. Or maybe her guilt. Or maybe all of those combined together. But she snapped. 'Spit it out!' she spat. 'What do you want me to do?'

His eyebrow rose. 'I think, Muss Everdeen, that the correct word is 'be' instead of 'do'.' Katniss blinked.

Skeptical eyes observed her, possibly checking if she was sane. There was silence as he assessed her and, Katniss was sure, her mental state. She regained herself, cursing for losing control like that.

'To put it bluntly, Miss Everdeen,' She would do it. Or be it. No matter what it was. She would have to. She had to. To save tiny Prim, her mother who only came back to her, Gale... Peeta. Yes, she had to. There was no other choice.

'You will have to marry me.'

To. Be. Continued.

I don't know if you noticed, but President Snow has been ruling Panem for 25 years already. In this story, he is only 24. Why is that? You'll learn soon enough. Maybe at the twentieth chapter. Haha!

Also, I'm looking for a beta. I have trouble on grammar and all that. Please message me if you're interested!

Reviews, anyone? (: I would really love to hear your opinions. Constructive criticism is highly encouraged. So yeah.