Magical Mistletoe

Hermione flew through the deserted corridors, cursing her focused nature where time was inconsequential. She had stayed in the library later than usual trying to squeeze the last three hundred words on the scroll for her potions essay due in a matter of days.

The lights of the library had dimmed around her and she quickly packed up, only then noticing that she had missed curfew by a half hour. It was then that she picked up her speed, zooming through secret passages and short cuts, wishing fervently that she had thought to bring the Marauder's map with her when she came back in time. But alas, she had to make do with silencing charms and notice-me-nots to get to Gryffindor tower unnoticed.

Hermione careened around a corner on the fourth floor, when she flew into an invisible wall. She looked above her head in horror as the innocent looking mistletoe held her in it's magical grasp until she was kissed. Only then would she be released. Hermione groaned and slumped against the stone wall, sliding down its face until she was seated on the floor. It was past curfew, and few knew of the secret passage she had taken to speed up her trip back to her common room. Likely, she would be there until well after morning.

Morbidly, she wondered if anyone would find her at all. It's not like she made any friends here yet, having only been in 1943 for two weeks. Her mission had been simple, travel back to the year Riddle made his first Horcrux and stop him by any means necessary. The plan was that she would infiltrate the Snake Pit and integrate herself into Riddle's inner circle, but things didn't play out the way they were supposed to.

The first problem was the damn meddling Sorting Hat. It refused to sort her into Slytherin, despite her asking for it, which is what Dumbledore had advised her to do. The hat claimed that although she had many of the prerequisite qualities, she was definitely a Gryffindor and it would be a travesty to the hat's position to knowingly sort a child wrong. Hermione thought for several long moments about setting the hat on fire after he sorted her into Gryffindor but abstained, knowing that the hat was on Hogwarts side ultimately.

Hermione laid her head on her raised knees and wrapped her arms around them. Closing her eyes, and remembering all the crap she went through to get here, she groaned. Instead of drawing Tom Riddle's interest like she anticipated, he ignored her. That is, he was kind to her, helpful, exactly like he was with everyone else. He never watched her covertly from afar, or tried to approach her, or even tried to compete with her in class. All the things she had imagined he would do, things that Dumbledore assured her that he would do, never came to pass.

"Well, well, well, what have we here?"

Speak of the devil, Hermione thought, head whipping in his direction, and internally groaning. This was not what she imagined their first private meeting would be like, him with all the power.

"Tom Riddle," She said, and stood up feeling too vulnerable on the floor at his feet. Even still, he had nearly a foot on her and was able to look down at her haughtily.

"A lone Gryffindor out after curfew… how unexpected," He sneered moving closer. "and it is just my luck that it is the one and only interesting Gryffindor of the bunch."

"I had no idea you thought I was interesting," Hermione muttered defiantly, wondering if he was just screwing with her mind. Up until this moment, she wondered if he had noticed her at all. Not even did he appear interested when she, a transfer student, was sorted along with the first years.

He walked languidly, stopping only when he reached the boundary of the mistletoe.

"Then you are not as intelligent as I thought you were,"

Hermione fumed.

"Not all of us are so accomplished at deceit, Riddle."

"That's right, you couldn't hide your true intentions if you tired. I could tell from the moment you walked into the school that I was most interesting to you. And why would that be, I wondered to myself. Perhaps it was my handsome face that you were drawn to like so many other girls before you. But I dismissed that within a few hours of meeting you. You were repulsed by me and it was painfully obvious. So obvious that people walked up to me in the halls, asking me what I had done to you, for you to dislike me so much. I am not easily embarrassed, Hermione, but you managed it in one day. The teachers watched me closer after that and I could read in their minds the doubt despite my stellar reputation up until that point. The main thing that stood against me was the lack of my having consorts over the years.

After that I endeavored to keep my distance, to ignore you and your impressive scores, brilliant leaps of logic, advanced magic, and wickedly fast dueling skills. I used my network of spies and drank up every story and anecdote relating to you, the new girl who astonishingly knew parts of the castle that others did not.

You were the talk of the common room. The one Gryffindor who was nice to the Slytherin's and who stuck up for the young ones."

With one last step, he was within the magic of the mistletoe and stuck, just as she was.

"What are you doing," Hermione asked, fear coiling in her stomach at the look of thoughtful consideration that transformed his face.

"I am going to kiss you, unless, you would like to be trapped here with me until someone else finds you. But, there is no telling how long that will be. Besides, it looks like we are both stuck here now."

"This is a terrible idea!"

"Why? Every other girl in this castle would die to be in your shoes."

"That is because they are stupid. I see right through your good guy act. I know what you do with your 'friends' every Saturday night in the Forbidden Forest."

He moved closer, trapping her against the wall, placing a hand on the stones on either side of her head. Leaning in, he tried to capture her gaze, but Hermione stubbornly refused, occluding to the best of her ability. She was terrified, always terrified, that it wouldn't be enough. She felt vulnerable and open as if looking her in the eye was unnecessary for him to read her mind and was only a convincing show. He must already know that she was from the future. She was sure of it.

He chuckled wickedly, running the tip of his nose down her neck, breathing her in. Hermione shook with fear. Wondering wildly if he was venomous and a single bite would kill her. Feeling his tongue in place of his nose made her flinch and she could feel him smirk against her skin, exhaling warmly on her chilled skin.

"What do you want from me?" He whispered in her ear before sucking her lobe into his mouth.

"You know," Hermione choked trying to act as if the whole thing didn't bother her. Immediately she forced herself to tramp down on the traitorous feelings of desire that were licking up and down her body. "the magic will only release us with a kiss on the lips. This is quite unnecessary,"

Tom snorted. "I like you like this, completely at my mercy. Who knows when another such opportunity will come along."

"Riddle," She warned breathlessly, unconsciously running her fingers in his black silky hair.

"I will make a deal with you," He murmured as he once again kissed his way down her neck. "Give yourself to me, just this once, and I will answer one question, any question."

"Any question?" Hermione lit up with all the possibilities and tried to hide her excitement. Of course, there was only one question that she was interested in at the moment. "I need your magical oath that I can ask any question, and not only will you answer it honestly, but you will let me walk away after. I want your vow that I will never be threatened by you or another by proxy."

"I vow that I will answer one question honestly and will not seek retribution on my own or through others because of the question at the price of giving yourself to me for one night."

Golden magical lines enveloped him, binding him to his word. Hermione gritted her teeth, wishing desperately that he quoted her verbatim, ensuring her protection from him and his Death Eaters for the whole of her life. She knew he was brilliant and a Slytherin, and there was no way he would have given her a blanket amnesty. Didn't hurt anything to try. She gulped, just realizing exactly what she agreed to.

His fingers were at the buttons of her robes, undoing them deftly, baring the uniform she wore beneath. In moments they were pushed from her shoulders to pool at their feet, her tie landing on top soon after. Every inch of skin he uncovered was lavished with attention from his mouth and Hermione was drowning in the sensations. It was amazing to her that such an evil person was so adept at drawing out her pleasure. He seemed to know every single place on her body that screamed for his touch. She was burning, drowning and all she could concentrate on was what his mouth was doing.

This was one thing that she was never, ever going to report back to Dumbledore. Once she returned to her own time, she had no intention of letting anyone know that not only did she sleep with Voldemort, but she liked it as well.

Hermione threw her head back against the wall as he pinched one of her nipples through the pretty lace demi she was wearing. One of the many that Fleur had packed for her before she came back in time. Hermione had been chagrined that first night in the castle as she laid out the clothing that Fleur provided when Hermione was being prepped for her backwards jump. Everything was lacy and tight and just not her. She suspected Dumbledore did this on purpose, wondering if the real reason he sent her was not because she was the cleverest witch of her age but because Riddle would be attracted to both her mind and body. Dumbledore must have wanted her to seduce him. That manipulative bastard.

Lightly Riddle bit her nipple through the lace, letting his hands trail under her skirt, cupping her arse, and slightly spread her cheeks.

"Sexy," He murmured as his tongue left a wet trail from her soaked bra, down her navel, and into the hem of her skirt. Hermione gasped, as he flipped her skirt up, baring the matching sheer knickers to his hungry gaze. He leaned in close, pressing his nose into her mons, teasing the engorged button near her core.

"Oh!" she whimpered as his fingers teased her through the material before hooking them at her sides and pulling them down her legs. He looked at her neatly trimmed mons for a moment before smirking,

"Is this for me?" he asked with a smile, looking up at her with his impossibly dark eyes as she continued to avoid them.

"No!" she denied and blushed and felt his warm breath as he softly chuckled against her thighs.

"A girl doesn't just clean up down here for no reason. Were you here on purpose, waiting for me to take pity on the new girl stuck under magical mistletoe in the dead of night?" he clicked his tongue as if he were disappointed in her, but his amusement was palpable.

"Pchah! I would never," Hermione denied vehemently. In fact, it was a hair removal spell that Ginny and Hermione tried over the summer. It was supposed to leave her bare and would need to be reapplied every few weeks, but something went terribly wrong, and she was stuck with the short strip of hair in the center of her mons permanently.

He kissed the crease where her thigh met her groin and ran his hands up her legs again, this time pushing her legs apart, to feast upon her center. His tongue licked a path from her pussy to her clit, using the tip of his tongue to drive her mad. It felt like lightning streaking up her spine. Her fingers fisted his hair.

"Ah!"

"That's right, scream sweetheart, no one will hear you." He murmured against her slick center.

Two fingers sunk into her pussy and she endeavored to strangle them with her inner muscles as he brought her closer and closer to climax with his mouth. She began to shake, she was so close, when he sucked the small nub into his mouth. Hermione shattered, pressing his face closer into her body.

"Oh fuck," She whispered, body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm.

"What a naughty mouth," Tom Riddle said as he stood, making sure to rub his fully aroused body against hers, all the way up.

He grabbed her thigh and wrapped it around his hips before unbuttoning his trousers. Taking himself in hand, he rubbed the tip of his erection against her sensitive clit.

"Tom," Hermione begged, holding onto his shoulders for dear life.

With his free hand, he grabbed her thigh and guided himself into her slick heat, sinking to the hilt. He grimaced, trying to control himself, his eyes closed, and Hermione wondered if anyone else had seen him thus, so out of control. Her eyes were glued to his face as he moved within her, thrusting hard into her welcoming body.

"Mmmm," he sighed. His thrusts grew erratic the closer he came to his own release. "Yesssss,"

He ground into her, pumping his seed deep in her womb, dropping his head on her shoulder as he panted. He rested there for a moment and Hermione dared not move for fear of having to face the reality of what they had just done.

Within minutes, he was pulling out of her, his wand in his hand, cleaning both of them up.

"Your question?" He asked looking up and meeting her eyes for the first time. Her mind was frazzled and was replaying their encounter over and over, unbelieving the lengths she had gone to. She cleared her throat and looked away, hoping he could only see what she wanted him to see, knowing her defenses were quite low at the moment.

"Have you made your first Horcrux yet?" She asked.

His deeply indrawn breath showed her how unsettled her question made him.

"How?"

"Answer,"

"No, I haven't. How do you know I was planning on making one? Not even my closest friends know of that."

"Don't make any. If you do…" She stopped. If she told him why he shouldn't make any, he would know that she was a time traveler. Telling him how she knew, was not even an option. He moved close, hands back on her hips, body pressed flush against hers again.

"If I do, what, Hermione?" He muttered into her ear, low, dangerous. She shivered, instantly thrown back to his lips on her skin.

"If you do," She breathed, fear and need warring in her body. "if you do, you will die."

He laughed. "I think not!" He pushed away from her smiling, tucking himself back into his trousers and buttoning up his oxford.

"Fine," She snapped. "Don't believe me! What do I know anyway? Release me from this stupid mistletoe."

He cupped her face and tilted her face up and chuckled when she wouldn't meet his eyes.

"Perhaps you are worth listening to, time traveler," he murmured before capturing her lips, using his tongue to tease them apart and sweep in. He tasted like smoke and tea and her. And she was powerless beneath those lips as he deepened the kiss. Her heart was beating a million times a minute as she tried to stifle the fear of what he would do to her now, knowing that she was a time traveler.

His lips left hers and she lifted a hand to her own, knowing she looked thoroughly shagged.

"What are you going to do to me?" she whispered.

"Do to you?" He asked walking backwards away from her, smiling broadly. "I'm not going to do anything to hurt you. What I want from you…" he trailed off and paused. "Good night, Hermione."

Seconds later he was gone, having turned the corner.

Hermione stood dazed for a moment more before bolting up to Gryffindor Tower. Tomorrow. Tomorrow she would think about what happened. But tonight, she would replay the encounter over and over. She would allow herself only this night to bask in the unlikely chemistry she seemed to share with Tom Riddle. No one had to know, Right?!