House: Slytherin
Category : Short
Prompt : [First Line] It was just for one night after all.
Word Count : 537
A/N: This is, of course, AU. Hermione is sent back in time to Tom Riddle's era, and she is trying to stop his rise as Dark Lord, so she allows him to befriend her, and he takes a particular interest in her.
It was just for one night after all. That's what Hermione kept telling herself as she let the dark-haired boy lead her back to his bedroom. It was just for one night, and besides, he was handsome and he was smart. A little too smart, perhaps, and definitely far too charming for anyone's good. All in all, he could have been perfect if it hadn't been for one small problem.
His name was Tom. Tom Marvolo Riddle, to be more precise.
Hermione had been sent back through time to stop his rise as Dark Lord. And yet, here she was, letting him take her back to his room where she would let him do a little more than just kiss her.
"You'll be the death of me," Tom murmured in her ear.
"I hope so," she hissed, but her voice lacked its usual venom, so he only laughed and bent down to press his lips against hers.
The next morning, Hermione got up before he did and silently began to pick up her clothes from the floor. She began to panic when she couldn't find her underwear, and in the end had to scurry off to the relative safety of her own dorm room without them.
After that, she avoided the man as best she could. It wasn't fair that any human be able to do things like that with his tongue. Then again, it was debatable whether or not he really was human at all. Regardless, Hermione kept avoiding him until he cornered her in an empty corridor.
"What do you want?" she snapped
"Nothing at all," he said, his smile far too innocent. "Just wanted to return a little something of yours." At that, he reached into his robe pocket and pulled out a pair of emerald green panties.
Hermione huffed and snatched at the underwear, but Tom pulled them out of her reach.
"Ah, have patience, my dear Hermione. I won't give them back until you promise to pay me another visit," he said.
"Conniving Slytherin."
"You know you love me anyway."
"I don't-"
"Would you really be avoiding me if you hadn't felt something? If I'm wrong, prove it. If you despise me as you say you do, one more night can't hurt, can it?"
Hermione's mouth hung open, speechless. Sighing, Tom shoved the underwear into her breast pocket. "Be there at seven," he said.
As he began to walk away, Hermione came to her senses. If she was going to sleep with the devil himself, she was doing it on her own terms, and she'd be damned if she wasn't going to enjoy herself.
"Tom!" she called.
He turned around slowly. "What is it? I have things to do, you know," he drawled.
With that, Hermione pounced. She pushed him against the wall and pressed her lips to his. He responded immediately, slipping his tongue into her mouth and wrapping his arms around her waist. After a few moments, Hermione pulled away.
"Well, you should probably get going. You do have things to do, after all," she said.
"You'll be the death of me, witch," he growled, pulling her into him. Hermione only laughed as he tugged her into an empty classroom behind them.