Re-living History
Entry to an Ebbed Era
By polar-zephyr
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter and his series, along with whatever else you might recognize from her writings. perfect
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Hermione yawned quietly as she boarded the train; Harry and Ron would be late to get any of the compartments, if Harry wasn't who he was. Shaking her head in amused thought, she made her way to the last compartment- the Head Girl would get her choice of seats if not the one chosen for her, and she didn't want to be in anyone's way when they unloaded.
There was a noticeable twinge in the pit of her stomach- which was what happened when something was going wrong- and the air around her rippled gently as she opened the door and stepped into the last compartment.
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A leanly powerful form lounged on the bench of the compartment as if it were an art form, his body sprawled in a perfectly gentlemanly fashion, paired with an outfit that fit the style perfectly, a lock of dark hair tumbling before his face appraisingly curiously. "And who might you be, doll?"
Hermione would have followed his eyes to whoever he was talking to, but he was facing her. Saying "me?" would only enhance her already immature appearance- she had a long way to go in developing, in her eyes. She didn't answer for a moment, eyes skimming over his body; she didn't recognize him, yet for whatever strange reason he looked her age- was there a foreign student? "I believe I'd rather ask that of you first, if you don't mind." She smiled lightly, friendly, but not sure of the linguistics; who said doll anymore?
He let out a low laugh; deep, sensuous lips in a half-smile that matched the twinkle in his eye showed that his interest was piqued. "Tom." His eyes flicked over her for a split second. "Tom Riddle. Are you new?"
She froze- as in He-who-must-not-be-named.. Before he was, well, named? And her new? It wasn't possible that the twinge in the pit of her stomach had in any way signified that what had gone wrong was a-.. Time warp. And to think that was what she had been reading about before this happened. She sighed deeply, moving to sit down across from him, despite the fact that he was.. Him. She needed to think. "My name's Alexandra.. Kates." Glancing down at the clothes she now wore, she found they fit the time period. Typical, for the average time warp, and it had done a rather nice job, if she did say so.. "I- my family moves about quite a bit, so I've been so many places.. Here I'm finally staying."
Tom smiled now, partly at any rate, a slow one. "Let's hope so." The compliment didn't sink in, and rather hovered over her skin gently, floating over and fluttering off. "So you'll be sorted then?"
She nodded, half to herself as she tried to untangle everything in her mind. "Slytherin, I hope. If I don't then I don't know what. I ought to.." She hoped her voice was more sure, more collected and calm than she felt.
"You will.. you will." His demeanor really was debonair, once you got over who he was. But they didn't know that back then.. "You haven't yet told me anything about yourself." His voice was almost impatient.
Almost.. almost.. He could wait. After all, he was the first person who she had thought of remotely 'sensuous', in her own deprived words, and look at who he was. "I could say the same for you, you know." She paused for a moment and glanced down at the trunks she had brought in, then stood, flipping the high compartment open to slide them in. "Would you care to.. fill in a few blanks?"
Tom chuckled. "You have the most peculiar way of speaking. Would you like some help with that?"
She smiled, a real smile, as surprised as she was to admit it to herself, and turned to face him as he moved to stand. "You have the most peculiar way of pairing your sentences. And if you wouldn't mind."
He lifted both trunks carefully up, arms rippling with lean muscles sliding them perfectly in as they brushed against her standing form lightly; he turned to look at her next, brushing a strand of her chestnut hair out of the way as he looked down at her 5'6" form from his 6'1" "I do hope you'll be a Slytherin." He grinned down at her, and the back of her ankles tingled as she detected perhaps a spot of mischief in dark eyes- it was unfamiliar, not only because of his being unknown, but because of his identity.. She opened her mouth to ask why, but he shook his head shortly. "Because if you're not, this'll be all wrong."
Bending down so his face was hovering inches before hers, his lips covered hers suddenly, and perfectly as strong arms pulled her body against his in a strangely fitting fit.
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Author's Note: Don't forget to review! If you want me to continue, that is. (15 reviews/reviewers)
And I promise I don't always write this horribly, but I needed to start it somehow. And I didn't mean to be unoriginal, y'know, 'cuz I wrote this before I read the Tom/Hermione fics here (of which they are seriously lacking) and I didn't know.. this is kinda .. oi. Oh well.
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