A/N: Original characters, anything you recognize, etc. is not mine. They belong to their rightful owners. I'm just a girl with a very small imagination.
"It's not as big of a deal as you're making it seem," the dark-haired man repeated again, getting slightly aggravated at the topic at hand. He ran his hand through his hair, slightly messing up the always perfect mop on his head.
"No, no, that's because it's so much bigger than I'm making it!" the frizzy brunette argued back, arms crossed in determination as she glared ahead at the boy.
"They're just house-elves, Hermione. They like their lives. It's the only thing they've been exposed to," the young man stated for the thousandth time since the conversation began. "That's my point, Tom!" Hermione agreed as she threw her hands up in frustration. "It's all they know, if they were offered to live their lives as they please then I doubt they would choose the lifestyle they're leading now."
It took every ounce of self-control that the boy, Tom Riddle, had to not roll his eyes at her views. Hermione was very well one of the smartest witches he had ever met, she even met his intellect. Yet, she wasted her brains on the stupid ideals of fairness and equality. Though her ideals made a little more sense day by day, Tom Riddle couldn't grasp the idea of house-elves and equality. The little buggers were perfectly happy the way they were. However, Tom had never met Dobby like Hermione had and somewhere she believed that all house-elves had a little Dobby in them.
"You know, I don't really understand this… house-elf dilemma but the passion you put into is quite, well, admirable," Riddle mused as he elegantly moved to a chair directly next to Hermione. Her eyes narrowed at his movement but she didn't do anything more as he laced his right hand with Hermione's left. "That passion," continued Riddle, "would be so much better off put into, how should I say, other beings."
A firm smirk was placed across Tom's face and an even firmer scowl was found on Hermione's face. "This isn't a joke," she huffed.
"It is not in my nature to joke," Riddle stated as he pulled Hermione from her own chair, eventually pulling her to his lap, legs bent and straddled on either side of him. There was no trace of a scowl on Hermione's face anymore as she simply looked dazed at his actions. Apparently all trace of the argument was gone from her head.
Tom indicated that he wanted her to come closer with a slight pull of the arm, his eyes never straying from hers. When their heads were finally close enough, he made the last move by placing his hand behind Hermione's head and helped her meet his lips. An instant smile crept onto Riddle's lips; something that wasn't common for the future Dark Lord to show. Nobody would be able to tell, other than Hermione who took satisfaction in having the ability to make him smile at all.
"This isn't over," Hermione murmured against Tom's lips, eyes closed in complete bliss. "Not even close."
This is just a little scene that was in my head. It's not much. What you see is what you get. I would greatly appreciate reviews and all that. Please let me know what you think.
- Macy
