Ultimate Hermione Competition II: Hermione doesn't cry in the girls' bathroom in her first year.
Greek Mythology Category Competition: Sirens: Write about temptation.
Drabble Club: ground (word)
Quidditch Pitch: I fell in love with him the first time he spoke. (sentence)
AN: This is an AU in which Draco has the diary in his first year.
For Sophie. (Yeah, I'm revealing your guilty pleasure. Don't kill me xD)
Hermione swings her bag onto her shoulder with a sniff and runs down the corridor, head bowed. She hastily wipes her tears away when she sees the familiar glint of platinum blond hair. Malfoy. She can't let him see her like this.
Malfoy looks up, smirking when he notices the red lining Hermione's eyes. "Been crying, Granger?" He throws a small book—Hermione thinks it's a diary—at her, hitting her head. Hermione clenches her jaw, desperate not to cry.
"Leave me alone, Malfoy!" Hermione walks past him with the book tucked into her bag. She considers going to the girls' bathroom, but she opts for her dorm instead. She mutters the password to the Fat Lady, and the portrait swings open. She rushes up the stairs to the girls' dormitory, blinking back tears.
She throws her bag down and climbs into her bed, closing the crimson curtains. The tears come slowly at first.
Hermione wipes her eyes and reaches down for the book, opening it to the first page. She reads the elegant gold inscribed into the worn leather. Tom Marvolo Riddle.
She flips through all the pages and all she sees is the creamy white of the pages. "Nothing," she whispers. She knows she should give this to a professor, but all she wants to do right now is stay here. She picks up her quill and writes, My name is Hermione Granger.
To her surprise, the black ink slowly fades away. She flinches when another set of words replaces them. My name is Tom Riddle.
She fell in love with him the first time he spoke.
Second year
Tom, she writes, biting her lip. I want to see you.
Tom replies quickly. I want to see you. Hermione blushes, and she closes her eyes for a moment, bathing in the tingle Tom's words send through her.
How? She runs her fingers over the wrinkled page, sighing.
Place your hand on the book, Hermione.
She does. A warm light envelops her, and she gasps before she is sucked away. She falls down, the cold tiles of the ground greeting her. She recognizes it as the corridor to the Headmaster's office. "Tom?" she calls.
Hermione
feels a finger trail down her cheek and flinches. You're beautiful, my Hermione, a voice whispers. Tom.
"Where are you, Tom?" she asks, looking around. She catches sight of a shadowy figure. A hand pushes her head ever so slightly in the direction of the figure.
Here, Tom says, his lips ghosting over her ear. Hermione shivers, but her gaze is fixed on the figure as it becomes clearer. She sees a handsome boy. Dark chocolate hair tousled in a way that makes her heart flutter. High, chiseled cheekbones, a perfect frame for his dark green eyes.
"Tom," she breathes, unable to pull her eyes away from the boy.
Hermione, join me, Tom's voice croons, and she feels cold lips brush against her own.
She is tempted to say yes. She wishes she could stay here forever in Tom's arms. But she can't. She shouldn't.
Don't give in, she tells herself.
Join me, my Hermione, Tom says, his voice more demanding. Join me.
Hermione leans into his touch, shivering. His voice echoes in her head, louder each time. She takes a deep breath, closing her eyes.
She gives in to the temptation.
You are mine, Hermione.