AN:
Honestly I don't know where this came from. I would like to mention (In case you couldn't tell) that Hermione is in the past with Tom Riddle. I would say Seventh Year at Hogwarts.
Hermione and Tom stood in front of each other, staring into the others eyes. Brown clashed with green in an earthly connection. The musicians started up a lively Russian waltz and the couple joined together on the dance floor
Tom's hand was around her waist and Hermion's around his neck while their others clasped together as if a lover's embrace.
"I enjoy a good waltz." She began.
"Yes, waltzing is quite enjoyable." He didn't dance with her for the conversation, just to be near her. He was startled at her next question.
"Why do you dance with me Sir Riddle?" One of her eyebrows was quirked and her smile was playful. Sir indeed! She was mocking him, yet it didn't seem hurtful or mean.
"Why not dance with the most beautiful creature here?"
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe because I'm a filthy little mudblood."
"Ah, mudblood you may be but filthy, never. Unless in bed, of course."
Hermione looked positively scandalized for a second, "Why that is no way to speak to a lady. I wonder why I decided to come to the Yule Ball with you."
"Because I'm so good looking?"
"No."
"Because you knew I was the only guy you could tolerate?"
"I barely tolerate you, you mean."
"Because you are a Gryffindor and you think you can save me from my wicked and evil ways?"
"Please, Tom." She mock begged, "Don't kill my teddy bear Mister Fluffers!"
He snorted in amusement, "I am capable of evil things and you know it."
"Yes, I do. I also know deep down you're not a complete arse."
"I think not!"
"One day, Tom, you will get tired of being alone. You will be tired of being evil and you will wonder what if. What if you had chosen me over being Voldemort."
"I will have you both."
Hermione just looked at him sadly. They were acting friendly now but she knew it wouldn't last forever. Something would have to give and someone would have to change if they were going to be together.
"You can't have your cake and eat it too, Tom."
The future Dark Lord leaned over and whispered in her ear. His breath carassed her skin and made her shiver in delight.
"Watch me, love."
