Authors note - so I'm half way through writing a monsterpus sirius/Hermione fic where Hermione is born as James potters twin sister. I have yet to upload it as I am just finishing up the first of their years at hog warts. In the mean time I thought I'd indulge in a tomione one shot. Hope you enjoy.
A/U OOC maybe?
(Anything you recognise I don't own *sigh*)
Abyss.
Hermione had flirted with the idea of a soul mate one upon a time. In her original timeline, she had indeed lost herself in many romance novels and indulged in the idea that there was someone out there that was perfect for her. Her logical head told her there was no such thing and to grow out of her childish fancies, but she had always wondered what if..
That idea however had been the furthest thing from her brain when she was propelled back in time. She remembered her past life, she remembered her friends, she remembered pain. She had vowed to never feel that again.
At first she was distraught, horrified even to find out where she was, to find out whose timeline she had been propelled into. She hated him, he was the cause of so much pain, of so much upset. He hates everything that she stood for. He hates every fibre of her being. But that is where she had made her first mistake - she smiled idly to herself as she stoked a lock of thick black hair away from the man sleeping next to hers eyes. Was it really a mistake? No, she thought it wasn't. - she had fired off an Avada as soon as she had layed eyes on him. Of course he had blocked it and of course he had cruciod her. Funnily enough his crucio was nothing compared to that of his future prodigy Bellatrix Lesttange and she hadn't even cried out. She had amused him, he was intrigued by her.
And so his obsession began, she would flee and he would follow, he would always catch her. He would trap her and his followers would jeer and leer but he would never, had never let them touch her. She was his - she smiled again as those bottomless eyes opened a fraction of an inch and he frowned at her - she always had been his, she just needed time to accept it.
It had taken a while for him to accept it himself but they were made for eachother. They were complete opposites, they were a contrast, she was everything he stood to destroy yet... he craved her. The pleasure he took in being able to call her his was only rivalled by the pleasure he had taken in corrupting her. In turning his little frail beacon of light into an all consuming fiend fire.
The first night she had let him touch her he had been gentle and it had thrown her. It had started with his routine questioning, she never told him where she was from and she never would. He had vowed to never accept that and yet somehow he had. He had pushed and pushed and pushed until he felt it. He felt the hum in his cells, he smelt the burning in the air, he had watched as those chocolate brown eyes had descended into the most blackest bottomless pools he had ever seen. She had laughed then, laughed as her fingers twitched in rage, as the ends of her wild hair and sparked with the magic she was omitting.
"Be careful Tom" she had whispered, he had stepped closer, entranced by this strange being that had inserted herself into his life. "Sometimes you look into the abyss" she reached out a hand then, she ran the soft pad of her index finger down his cheek. "And sometimes the abyss looks back".
He had kissed her then, gently at first until her lips became demanding and she had run her tongue against his bottom lip. He had taken her right there, in the drawing room of Malfoy Manor, in the middle of the floor.
Soulmates.