Disclaimer: I don't own Bad Intentions or Harry Potter.
A/N: Hello dearies! Warning: this was not edited. I don't even know if it counts as a one shot- it's really short. Also, it's incredibly cheesy and twice as dramatic. If you still have the guts to read it, please do go ahead! I suppose it counts as a songfic? It's based off of Bad Intentions (obvio) by Digital Daggers, which I recommend for all of you! It just reminded me immensely of Tom and so I jotted this down. Maybe I'll update it. Probably not. I just really really love obscure references, and the lyrics do kind of fit... I think. Cheerio!
"I'll be the villain."
His eyes flashed at her, like a storm brewing. Tom's pulse jumped beneath her wand and Hermione stared. She hadn't expected this- maybe a threat. A promise. But this?
Definitely not.
"I'll be your villain," he repeated steadily; a challenge. "Just play the game."
Hermione lowered her wand.
She pulled back, gasping for breath. Tom smirked even though he had no room to feel cocky; his cheeks were flushed rosy and his perfect hair was mussed.
He snaked his arm through hers and began walking, leaving her no choice but to follow. It was a few minutes of silence before they arrived in front of the Slytherin common room and he turned to face her.
Hermione studied his elegant profile in the candlelight. As usual, she had a hard time guessing what he was thinking.
She was the first to speak. "Well, now you know. Did you find what you were looking for?"
"Are you nervous?" Tom asked with narrowed eyes. He ran a finger down her arm idly, and she shuddered. He smiled. "Do you think I would hurt you, Hermione?"
"If you needed to," she replied honestly.
His smile grew, and he finally answered. "No," Tom whispered softly. "That's not what I was looking for at all."
And with that, he turned on his heel and left.
"How dare you," Hermione hissed, feeling more angry than she could ever recall in the past. "You had no right to go through my mind like I belong to you!"
"But you do, love," he smirked, rubbing circles on the back of her hand with his thumb. She wrenched it away.
"Is that what you think?" Hermione snapped. "Well, I don't belong to anyone, so you can take your outdated ideas and shove it up your-"
"Funny, I don't think it's outdated at all," he said pointedly. Hermione recognised a warning when she heard one and gritted her teeth. He wouldn't tolerate a challenge. Not here.
"And anyway," he continued innocently, capturing her hand once again and resuming the light circles. He did it just to annoy her, and it was bloody infuriating. "You might like to hear what I've found."
"Oh?" Hermione managed. Tom looked like the cat who got the cream.
"I found a bitter, bitter heart."
She pulled away.
"You have to understand, Hermione," he snarled, shoving a hand through his hair.
"I am not-" he stopped pacing to reach out and grab her shoulders. "-I'm not him. I'm not...what I've done."
She stared.
"What did you do?" She breathed, horrified.
They locked gazes. Hermione saw red. And whatever he found in her eyes…
Tom stalked out of the room.