Disclaimer: This purely a work of fiction based on two characters from J.K Rowlings Harry Potter.
One shot: Hermione Granger/Tom Riddle Jr
A/N: I will place it at a M rating, just because of the references to sexual content. Enjoy!
I apologise for any typos or spelling mistakes.
ENTANGLED
The first time I saw him I saw him I was lost….drowning in all that was him. It felt like my soul was being sucked out, his deeply rich coloured brown eyes almost black, pinning me in place. I couldn't breathe. My pulse thundering in my ears. My palms started to sweat.
He remained still like a statute. Observing me.
Assessing
I felt chills go up my spine.
My impression from his future self was that he was cold and calculating, always running the scenarios in his head.
It was ….Unnerving.
He can't know my secret. I will never let him know my secret.
The first time I realised I was attracted to him
In Potions class we were paired, because Professor Slughorn thought we would be "a spectacular couple", and was constantly placing us in situations together.
He still did not know my secret even after all these months stuck here in 1944. He had taken an interest in me, studying with me in the library and engaging in academically stimulating conversations. I could never completely tell when he was sincere, but was careful to navigate my way in conversations, especially when he would get that red glint in his eyes. I knew then Voldemort was lurking in their depths. Waiting.
Looking over at him now I could observe him unhindered, while he was busy slicing the Bloomslang skin carefully. I took in his luscious curls, which looked so soft to touch. I could imagine running my hands through them. He had beautiful long eyelashes, that I could only achieve via mascara and would make most girls envious. The strong slash of his eyebrows made me itch to trace their shape with my finger. I licked my lips, swaying slightly as I fell further into my inspection of him. He had such classic Romanesque features. His high cheekbones rose above a strong jawline which appeared to have the beginnings of stubble. I bet it would be slightly scratchy when it rubbed against a cheek while kissing. Or against the soft skin of inner thighs. I swallowed at that imagine and felt myself flush. Sweet baby dragons I was picturing Voldemort engaging in oral sex. I white knuckled the table and let out an unsteady breath. I diverted my eyes, hoping to halt that train of thought.
God what would Harry think of me now?
I could feel his eyes on me, out of my periphery as one thought circulated in my mind….
Crap…I'm….I'm…..I….am attracted to Tom Riddle.
The first time we kissed…
His soft plump pink lips where on mine, my world tilted on its axis. He tasted divine, I wanted to drink him up. An unquenchable thirst unable to be satisfied.
He was….
Demanding
Rough
Consuming
I felt utterly devoured.
I was losing my sense of reality. I was caught in his web, HIS reality.
His hands, body and mouth where everywhere cataloguing the shape of mine. I was literally sucked into his orbit, a satellite unable to fight the pull of gravity, his sheer will. As the kiss deepened, he groaned into me, I trembled in desire I could feel myself become wet. His tongue massaging my own, drinking me up, tasting me. He slammed me up against the common room wall, melding his body to my own. He felt hot, a blazing fire, searing my flesh and in that moment I knew he was melding his soul to mine. We were entangled.