Hi all, this is just to share from the Tomione Convention Forum's Tomione and Volmione Prompt Challenges. So please enjoy my collection of one-shots which will vary in length and ratings :)

Chapter 1: Tomione

Prompt word: Moist Panties (hahaha)

Rating: T

Disclaimer: Please note that this story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K. Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros. Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Hermione hurried to the library. She'd been having an awful day. Scratch that, she'd been having an awful year. After somehow ending up in 1945, she had spent the last few months attending Hogwarts with none other than Voldemort himself.

Not only did she have to attend school with Tom Marvolo Riddle, she was stuck in almost every class with him. And now she was running late to meet with him to complete their Arithmancy project. Could her situation be any more awful? Why did she have to be sent to the forties? It was simply unfair.

She power-walked through the library, ignoring the glare from the Librarian, Madame Horstra, and the giggles from the stupid, inane girls she sped past. She blamed those sorts of girls on her being late anyway. If she didn't run into that bint, Daisy Brown and her cronies, Hermione would be on time. But no, Brown and company had purposely knocked into her (she was sure), sending all her books flying everywhere. Hermione smirked slightly because she had managed to knock Brown over too—ensuring that she wasn't the only one humiliated in front of the Great Hall.

She finally spied Riddle up the back of the library—not too far from the Arithmancy section. Quickly making her way to the desk, she plopped rather ungracefully down next to him, her overloaded book bag thumping loudly on the desk, which earned some glares from a Ravenclaw table quite far away from them. Hermione glared right back at them. Today was not the day to get on her bad side … especially because she had to work with Riddle, the current bane of her Hogwarts existence.

"Hermione," Riddle greeted, looking at her with a small smirk of amusement.

"Riddle," Hermione returned the greeting distractedly as she tried to search through her now-disorganised bag for the Arithmancy books.

"How many times have I told you to call me Tom?"

Hermione finally looked up from her bag and met the amused gaze of Riddle. It was true; she'd lost count of the amount of times he had said that. But she didn't want to become too familiar with Voldemort. Even though he seemed to be annoyingly present everywhere she went.

"Er, right. Sorry, I forgot," she replied.

Tom quirked an eyebrow at her. "Forgot? I'm pretty sure I remind you almost every day. For someone who is so gifted with their school work, you certainly have difficulties remembering certain social … decorum."

Hermione ran a hand through her hair, grimacing at how bushy it had become in her anger. He was so annoying … with his good looks, perfect test scores and Mr Nice Guy act. No wonder everyone thought the sun shone out of his you-know-what. Well, Hermione wasn't fooled for a second. But, unfortunately, despite her obvious disinterest, it didn't stop him from following her almost everywhere. That was the worst part of all. And even though she knew that all he was trying to do was find out her story, all the teachers seemed to be under the impression that Tom Riddle was besotted with Hermione Granger. Oh, how romantic! The two cleverest students of the year finding romance in between their assignments. Thank Godric she had been placed in Gryffindor again … that at least guaranteed her some protection and space from the Heir of Slytherin.

"So," he began in a low drawl that made most of the girls weak in the knees, "what is it going to take for you to ever call me Tom?"

"Riddle," Hermione emphasised as she crossed her arms and arched an eyebrow at him. "Why do you even care? I thought all we were doing was an assignment. Let's get it done, shall we?"

"Well, the Professors—"

"Yes, about that, we really need to do something about that. Do you know how many girls have tried to hex me just today? For something that is not even true!" Hermione huffed.

Riddle gave a low chuckle, and Hermione ignored the shiver that travelled down her spine at the sound. No, she was not attracted to Riddle! Even though she felt her chest twinge when he gave a rare grin, or the way her heart sped up to impossible levels when they got into one of their many debates. No, Tom Riddle—no, Voldemort—was evil. While she noticed all of those things, she also noticed how his eyes were so cold most times; full of calculation and cunning. She had even accidentally overheard him talking to his Knights late one night … if 'talking' was code for punishing, that is. It reminded her constantly—as well as his future actions—that she needed to keep her distance. Even though that just seemed impossible.

"I'm not sure I want to. I do so enjoy seeing the creative ways you've sought your revenge, Hermione," Tom said smoothly, pulling her out of her thoughts. "By the way, they've finally been able to untie Elizabeth Parkinson's tongue, she was realised from the hospital wing today…"

Hermione kept her face blank, but was laughing inside. "How many times do I have to tell you, I had nothing to do with poor Parkinson's predicament," she replied. "And I have not been the only victim of her gossiping ways, as you well know." Plus, the cow completely had it coming!

"Mm, yes, I'm sure. It's just interesting that it seemed to happen right after she spread those rumours about you using Imperio to make me kiss you."

Hermione rolled her eyes and couldn't stop the smirk appearing. "Then how do we know the culprit wasn't you?"

Riddle had the audacity to look shocked. His dark eyes widened with faux innocence. "Why, Hermione! I cannot believe that you would accuse your Head Boy of such things. I would never hurt a fellow student!"

Hermione had to turn so he wouldn't see her eyes rolling. She reached into her bag and pulled out the Arithmancy books. "Right. Anyway, here are the books. Shall we get started?"

Tom took the books, still eyeing her in a calculating way, annoying smirk present. "I suppose. How about I look up the theory and you get started on the chart?"

Hermione nodded, pleased to finally be on the topic of schoolwork. "Sure." She pulled a piece of parchment out and began setting up the chart.

About ten minutes later, Hermione looked up from the chart. "Are the books okay? I got them especially for this assignment."

Riddle looked up at her, another annoying smirk appearing on her face. "Oh, you chose it just for us, did you?"

A confused frown appeared on Hermione's face at his odd tone. She'd rarely heard him like this. "Of course I did. It's got some fascinating theories in it," she replied, feeling slightly defensive.

Tom's eyebrows rose as he eyed the book in his hands. "Oh yes, I'd definitely say that there are some interesting theories in it…"

Hermione's eyebrows furrowed. Why was he suddenly acting so strangely? That was a rare book! Professor Lockerby had loaned it to her specially, after she had explained what they would be working on for their project. Her eyes finally dropped to the book and widened with horror. That wasn't the book! She didn't even recognise that book. How did it get into her bag?! Then she remembered and groaned; it was probably one of Brown's books that got mixed up with hers.

"That's not the right book," Hermione said quickly, and went to snatch it off him. But Tom was too quick, and moved it out of her reach, holding it above their heads.

"I gathered that," Tom replied smugly. "I must say, I'm surprised to find you reading this sort of thing," he said.

Hermione looked up at the book and noted its garish red cover. "That's not my book," she replied, annoyance seeping into her tone as she tried to reach for it again and was unsuccessful.

"That's always the excuse when caught with something like this. Let me see … what should I read first? Oh, yes, 'Imelda sighed as Reginald kissed her passionately, knowing that she was safe in his protective embrace …'."

Hermione's eyes widened in horror as he continued reading; that was definitely not her book! She leapt up as Tom continued reading and attempted to snatch it from his grasp, but he moved it so quickly that Hermione tripped forwards and fell right into Riddle's clutches. She squeaked when he pulled her into his lap and held her tight. She tried to get out of his grasp, but feeling incredibly uncoordinated, her attempts at escape only seemed to give him even more leeway and his grip tightened. Who knew someone so lean was so strong? This was something Hermione was certainly not expecting.

"Why, Hermione, you only had to say if you wanted it read to you," he sniggered, before continuing. "Imelda felt Reginald slip her moist panties down her slim thighs. She sighed as he laid her back on a bed of roses—"

"Stop!" Hermione cringed. "And let me go!"

"They do say that it's always the quiet ones … but honestly, Hermione, we're friends. It can just be between us. Don't let it get your … panties in a twist." Tom smiled darkly at her. Hermione felt that same familiar shiver pass through her, and their close proximity was not helping matters at all.

"It's not mine," she replied quietly, as he ran one of his hands down her side, to her hip where he stopped and gripped it tightly. Hermione looked into his gaze, which was darker than she had ever seen it and bit down on her bottom lip before her gaze dropped to his lips. She felt her cheeks heat up with embarrassment as he noticed and smirked at her.

He was all around her; his scent, his magic. Hermione breathed in deeply and, in a moment of weakness, didn't pull away as he dropped his head and brushed his lips against hers. His taste burned, and Hermione quickly jerked back, before Riddle slipped his hand into her curls and pulled her back towards him, closing the gap completely, and kissing her hungrily.

Hermione sighed into his kiss as she heard the book drop loudly to the ground, and moved her hands to run through his hair. This was madness, but she didn't want to stop. In his arms, in the quiet of the library, they were in their own little world, where Hermione could pretend that he wasn't Lord Voldemort, and she wasn't Hermione Granger, time traveller.

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Elizabeth Parkinson stood a bookshelf away, staring in horror at the sight that was unfolding before her. She had come to give the new girl of piece of her mind … she knew it was her that had cursed her. Really! Elizabeth was only trying to help Tom get away from that freak … and now look what was happening!

She stomped out of the library. She would show them. Just wait until the whole school found out about this…

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