This is rated a soft M. Vanilla, not too harsh. Hope you enjoy!
Hermione staggered, and before she could stop herself she fell to the ground.
"Hey. Be careful where you fall will you." Hermione looked up and stared at the face of a boy with Jet black hair.
"Harry?"
"No." The boy sneered down at her before his face softened slightly. "Granger? Is that you? What are you doing on the floor?" He bent and held out a hand. Surprised Hermione grabbed it. He stood her up and eyed her for a moment. "You look like you were up all night experimenting again."
That seemed to ring a bell in Hermione's memory and she nodded. "But I can't seem... I..."
"Ah another failure." He looked at her sadly, "Well come on let's get you back to the common room before one of the Professors catches you like this." With that he turned and walked down the hallway and Hermione followed him.
It was once they started to go down some stairs that Hermione felt even more lost. "Downstairs?"
The boy paused and looked at her. "Yes..." Suddenly clarification came to his face. "What is my name Granger."
Hermione blinked. And thought. She felt like he was someone she knew but, she just couldn't figure out who he was. She bowed her head. "I don't know."
"Wow, this one has some bad side effects. I'm Riddle."
Hermione looked up at him, the name sounded familiar but she couldn't figure out why. But she felt her heart warm at his understanding. "Thanks Riddle."
"Don't mention it. Now let's get to the common room and we can talk about what memories you lost."
Once in the Common room, Riddle sat Hermione down. "Now tell me what you do remember."
"We are at Hogwarts," Riddle nodded. "I'm... a ...muggleborn."
Riddle sighed. "No Hermione, you are a pureblood."
"What? But I am sure..."
"I know." He looked at her, daring her to argue, but Hermione withdrew and continued to think.
"I am smart." He nodded thought really hard, but only could remember some childhood memories. Finally she sighed. "I don't remember anything else."
Riddle looked at her worriedly. "Well, you Granger, are a 4th year Slytherin. We are year mates together and have been considered friends by some. You like to experiment with potions, because that's what your Aunt Silla did, and you loved her."
"What do you consider us?"
"I..." Riddle looked down, and Hermione had a sudden wondering whether he was... she shook her head. "I consider us close. At the very least you are the only person here worthwhile to talk to."
Suddenly Hermione's body moved on it's own, and she draped herself against Riddle. "What?" Was his confused face. And she seemed to be moving closer and closer to it. Her eyes searched around the room desperately, and she saw a small witch hiding in the corner, her wand out and a malicious grin on her face.
"Over there." She whispered as her lips brushed his.
He nodded, and moment's later a squeal came from the corner and Willow could move again. "Parkinson!"
The girl looked up at him. "How many times do I have to tell you to call me Jessica?"
"You can tell me all you want. But it won't happen. Come on Granger." Riddle's hands encircled Hermione's wrist and he pulled her into his private room. "Are you alright Granger."
Hermione felt her hand move on it's own again, but this time it pressed against her bottom lip, that had brushed against his. He watched her hand, and when she touched her lip, his eyes seemed to darken. "Granger..." He growled, warning her. The sound made her immediately lick her lip. He pressed her against the door. "Granger..." He warned again, his voice even deeper. She gasped and he dived in. The kiss almost knocked her senseless. As it was the feel of him pressed flush against her made warmth pool in her stomach. Suddenly he whipped her around and pushed her onto the bed.
Hermione's legs again moved on their own, splitting in an open invitation. Riddle took it. He pressed his pelvis up against her, grinding against her. Hermione moaned, and he kissed her again, pressing his tongue into her mouth, and making her dance with him. Gasps came out of Hermione every chance they could, and her hands clawed at his back silently begging for more.
Suddenly Riddle growled again, and flicked his wand. Both of their clothes disappeared. Hermione gasped at the cold air, but it was quickly replaced by the warm body of Riddle. He kissed her on her mouth, her neck, her ear. Hermione could only ride the emotions that filled her body. Torture filled her as he teased her with the thing she wanted most. A desperate plea slipped out of her mouth. Riddle grinned down at her before slamming into her. Hermione cried out both in pleasure and in pain, the combination nearly driving her over the edge. But than her legs curled around his, opening herself wider, so he could go in deeper. He obliged, and with every thrust she cried out. "Tom!"
He brought her closer and closer, suddenly she was teetering and than...
Hermione sat up with a gasp. She swallowed deeply and looked at the potion in her hand, dropping it in abject horror. She scuttled away. She began to pace. She felt so... dirt. She felt dirt. She convinced herself.
She had bought the potion just yesterday. But only because Ron was going to be away for a month. She had read the label carefully making sure it would give her exactly what she wanted. And in a sick way, it had. The potion was to create a fantasy in your mind that revolved around the person you thought of most.
That thought grounded her. She had been trying to find out more about Tom Riddle's past, in hopes to keep anything like that from ever happening again. But she had taken the potion so that she could have a fantasy about Ron. Her husband.
She rushed out of the room and to the shower. There she washed, taking a particular care only to clean herself, no matter what her fingers begged her to do. After she was clean she picked up the potion. Half of it was left. She itched to throw it away.
As she made dinner for herself that night, she hummed quietly to herself, ignoring the fact that the remainder of that potion currently sat in her nightstand. As she started to eat her food, she ignored the fact that she knew it was wrong to take that potion again, but none-the-less couldn't get rid of it.
And as she finished her desert, she carefully ignored the fact that she walked up the stairs, slipped into some silk pajamas, opened her nightstand and lifted out the potion. The only thing she didn't ignore, was that she decided not to buy it again. But she ignored the twinge of guilt she felt as she lay in her and Ron's bed, and drank the rest of the potion, and instantly fell into a vision where a boy with jet black hair grinned at her, as he lay naked beside her.
Don't forget! PM me with any characters you would like to drink Deep Desire (the potion). I get to choose everything else, who they are with, what happens blah blah blah. It won't always be the way you expect. And no repeat drinkers!