"What?" She asked nervously, her eyes fluttering from his, down to his lips, and back up again.
"Nothing," he smiled sweetly. She gently nudged his chest with her palm. "No, tell me." Now she was smiling. It was so quiet. Though they had no real reason to whisper, they did anyway. He pecked her nose. She loved this. Their little meetings. Just lying next to each other, letting time pass by.
"Nothing."
She half smiled incredulously. She made a move to extend her neck but recoiled. Should she? "Do you have to go?" she asked, losing herself in those black eyes.
"I'm afraid so." He said.
She brought her hand up to his cheek. Did she dare? She wrapped her lips softly around his, heart beating out of her chest. They had never kissed before. "Please stay." Her fingers were trembling. Without a word he wrapped his arm around her waist and with the other pulled her neck in for another kiss. Their bodies were pressed together in sad passion. Hermione couldn't think of a better definition of heaven. His kisses were soft, gentle, much like the man she knew. And she was the only one to know. But the kisses were bittersweet from knowledge that soon Tom would have to go.
"Maybe we'll meet again." He said.
"We won't be the same." She said sadly.
"What do you mean?" he asked, blinking.
Should she tell him? "Well you know. You'll be older if I ever run into you. How will I recognize you?"
"Because I'll be the most handsome fifty year old you've ever seen." He nuzzled her neck.
She giggled, but her sadness soon overpowered her. "I'm serious, Tom. Things don't exactly work out."
"Shhh shhh I don't want to hear it. It will seriously mess up my future." He insisted. Hermione stared at the young man in front of her and wondered how a man like he could become so evil.
She let out a shaky breath, "Tom," she swallowed, "I need to tell you something."
He kissed her lips again, "Tell me." Should she? She loved the feeling of his lips on hers too much. Maybe she should just stay quiet. "I'm muggle-born." Their eyes were locked.
"Hermione, there's something I need to tell you," he said, not looking away. "I'm a pure blood." he chuckled as though her confession were the silliest comment.
"It doesn't bother you?" she asked.
"Why would it?" he said.
She shrugged, "I don't know, it bothers some of my classmates." She told him.
"Tell me who and I'll have them cursed before I go." He kissed her neck. The rush was unlike anything she'd ever felt before.
"Will you really not be coming back?" she asked.
"I can't," he said, "I'm already feeling the effects of time travel. I'm afraid any more would be the end of me."
She nodded.
"Hey," he lifted her chin with his knuckles. "Consider yourself lucky. I'll find you tomorrow. That's only a few hours for you. It will be years for me."
"You'll be an old man then." She scrunched up her features.
"A handsome old man." He poked her, "I hope, if nothing else, we can be friends?" he said. She nodded.
"I suppose I'll have to live with that."
With a final kiss he departed, fading into a shadow of himself and then into nothingness. Hermione would wait. After all, she had fallen in love with the bright young man.
Only Tom never came. And when she finally did see him again, by then it was much too late.
A/N: Just a short drabble. I've always loved Tom, even if I don't write about him enough. Hope you enjoyed ^^