They're in an abandoned classroom. He's used an unknown spell to lock the door, and despite the fact that she's the Brightest Witch of Her Time, she doubts she could unlock it no matter how hard she tried.
Plus, he has her wand.
She's cornered, he's crowding her space, and she knows she could never overpower him with pure strength, so naturally she does the next best thing. She tries to intimidate him with her words. "What on earth do you think you're doing, Riddle? I can and I will report you." She can tell by the way he smirks that he's unfazed.
"Mm, and how many people do you think would believe you?" he asks.
"Dumbledore would believe me!" She declares, and he barks out a humorless laugh.
"Yes, and Dumbledore has the power to do anything to me at all." She's about to respond to that but she forgets what she's going to say when he rests his hand on her neck and leans in close. His eyes are half lidded and he's smirking. He's close enough that she can feel his hot breath against her cheek and it smells like peppermint and chocolate.
She can see his teeth, and she blames her parents for the odd fixation she has with them because she can't stop staring and he's obviously mistaken that for something else by the way he's leaning impossibly closer. Suddenly their mouths are touching and she wants to pull away but she's bloody cornered and he has her wand.
The gentle kiss turns rough and it's all teeth and tongue and she is most definitely not kissing back. When she's about to win the battle for dominance he bites her bottom lip hard and makes her gasp before pulling back and looking at her.
Her head has been rubbing against the wall, make her large head of hair impossibly frizzier, and he's disgusted to discover that he enjoys it. As he leans further down to mouth at the groove between her neck and shoulder, there's a growl low in his throat.
He nips at her neck, making her gasp, before sucking on the spot, lapping at it with his tongue and suddenly her yelps of pain have turned to moans of pleasure and she's asking him why he's doing this.
He wants to tell her it's punishment for making him feel these horrid things. For making him not only want her physically, but emotionally as well. For making him fancy her. And for deceiving him, making him believe she was a pureblood, which would have been different. Hell, he even would have been fine with her being a half blood. But, no, she turns out to be a bloody mudblood, so undeserving of her brilliance, and it irks him. She irks him, with her secrets and smirks and wit and he wants to break her, completely and fully, wants to bend her till she's begging for mercy, wants to punish her. But he pulls back and his breath is taken away by the way her monstrous hair frames her face, by her bruised and swollen lips, by the red marks lining her neck. At some point her button down was pulled out of her skirt, rumpled and crooked, and there's a small bit of skin peeking out from under it, and all of these thoughts are lost from his mind.
So instead, he kisses her again, deciding to save his reasoning for later.
I have this issue where I love Evil Tom but I don't like the fic to END with Evil Tom I also love Genuinely In Love With Hermione Tom and I really don't like Evil Hermione so my favorite type of tomione is Evil Tom Falls For Good Hermione and Hates Himself For It, which I guess was my approach with this, in case you couldn't tell.