Chapter 1
"What are you trying to do? Kill me?!"
He scoffed.
"What an absurd sentiment, why would I want to do that?"
Hermione glared up at him from her place on the floor, dirtied and more than a little worse for the wear. He was standing above her, looking coolly down at her, with his stupid hair perfectly in place, like he hadn't just randomly attacked her out of nowhere.
She studied his face, closely, and her eyes widened as she came to a realization. He doesn't know. For some reason, completely out of her grasp, Tom Riddle had absolutely no idea that he'd just shoved her up against a wall, pressed himself against her, and brought his face dangerously close to her neck. He was seconds away from doing something most likely freaky, like biting her or something. She wouldn't rule out the vampire theory. He was pale enough. And creepy enough. Back to the point, she didn't even want to know what he would have done had she not freaked out and kneed him hard in the stomach, falling to the ground in the process. The worst part was that the knee didn't even seem to actually affect him that much. Seeing as he was now standing perfectly straight and calm, and she was plopped onto the ground, breathing heavily, her hair a mess and her eyes wild.
"...Miss Granger?"
Nope. That was it. She was done. Tom Riddle was officially crazy. And not in the usual, 'I have questionable morals way' but now in the actual, 100%, full-on mental issues way. Short-term memory loss at best. Unaware psychotic episodes at most probable. She got up mechanically, avoiding his gaze to avoid somehow catching his crazies. She then proceeded to walk wordlessly walk away, mind completely blank. She was not going to deal with this right now. It was too freaking late in the night to have to process something this weird, and she had a Potions test tomorrow.
Tom was left watching her silently. He had absolutely no idea what was going on. And that worried him. He hadn't inherited any of his mother's mental illness...right? For once in his life, he didn't know what to do. Because he didn't even know what he'd just done. Gaps in memory? That was just straight up worrying. Especially if this one ended with Granger looking at him like that. He must have done something really weird. Because she usually took a lot of his crap. Her words not his. He pressed his hand to his stomach as he felt a slight ache. Had he hit it against something? Had she hit him? He had to find her and find out what had happened. For the sake of saving his mental state.
