Okay dear readers! I have a short one shot between Tom/ Hermione. Just a little fun, because I do have another tomione I'm working on. Keep in mind this is AU. I do hope you all enjoy and don't forget to review your thoughts! Happy reading! Rated M: Adult situations, violence
~Mark My Words~
Crawling underneath my skin, sweet talk
With a hint of sin
Begging you to take me
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Soundlessly, the waves of dark magic washed over Hermione. Her body froze in place. The remnants of the curse upon her. It felt as if the air was getting thinner and thinner. Somehow she knew that following her instincts would lead her to this predicament. Definitely wrong place, wrong time deal. Oh the world seem to swim under her eyes. The supposed knights long gone. The room echoed around her, the goosebumps raising. A voice washed over her, dark and memorizing.
"How utterly foolish of you to come prying into other's affairs. Some would even call that ill breeding." Tom Riddle spoke softly, coming in her line of sight.
The young dark wizard was clad in his immaculate dress robes. The dark green shade standing out beneath the black. His dark wavy hair was brushed to the side. The chiseled features betraying no emotion. Hermione felt her heart pulse thudding at his eyes, no longer the icy grey. No, the flicker of red almost akin to vermillion greeted her.
"Brightest witch of your age." He mocked with disdain. Hermione glared at him.
"This. Is. Nothing." She bit out between gasps. Willing the pain to cease. Tom knelt down at her form. A hand coming to touch her cheek. She shudder at the contact. It was almost like static brushing against her skin. The dark magic coming off him in ripples.
"You're completely right, Granger. This is nothing. I've been too lenient on you." He answered darkly.
The young woman froze at his words. Panic overriding her. Summoning up the rest of her magic, a ray of yellow lit her skin. 'Praesidium.'
Tom narrowed his eyes as he felt the burning sensation. He released her automatically.
"Well aren't you full of surprises. A combination wandless and non-verbal magic. However, its wasted here. Reducere!" His wand movement was swift, the silver jet coming forward. Hermione was ready, another wandless non-verbal spell. 'Cavum nigrum.' The cold black thick ice blocked his attack. He snarled at her defiance and struck out with dark magic. It didn't take long for it to crumble before her very own eyes.
Hermione gasp. Tom was livid, his face a marble of beautiful anger. Eyes blazing red, the magic surrounding him was beyond anything she ever felt and it terrified her. With every step Tom took, Hermione didn't back down.
While it may be reckless on her part but she really had no other choice. So in a hard tone, she raised her narrowed brown hues into his. "Release my wand back to me."
The young wizard glared at her. His lean body nearly towering over her small frame. A pale hand over her throat, gripping, threat very clear. Hermione winced at the pressure. The dark cold words coming from his lips, unforgiving. "You are in no position to be making demands, Granger."
Hermione couldn't move. She was backed into the corner with the enemy in tow. The action itself had her both frightened and fuming. It had the adrenaline rush pumping through her veins. So she did the only thing she could. Distraction. Without warning her hand brushed over his, her magic aligning with his in a heady mixture of power. His eyes widen a fraction, taken aback at the contact. The fingers loosen their hold and Hermione pulled him forward boldly pressed her lips upon his. She knew she was playing with fire at this point, still she didn't back down.
Tom responded in kind, taking possession of her lips in an astonishing fervor she wasn't expecting. His hand roaming her waist. Hermione groaned into his lips, many emotions flooding through her. She broke away from his lips, air a delight to her senses. Her eyes glinted at his predatory gaze. In that moment she knew that Tom Riddle craved her. However a sly smile made it to her features. She already got what she wanted. The point of her wand made it to his chest, a vivid green misted over him. 'Ibi clausus.'
The dark look he bestowed upon her in that moment told her that she would regret this later. His voice carried an icy edge. "Mark my words, Granger-"
She interrupted him without so much as a backwards glance, as she walked past him. The spell wouldn't hold him for long and she needed to go.
"I dare you, Riddle. By all means, do your worst." She spoke as she slammed the door on her way out, locking it. She knew it was a matter of time before he would come for her, so be it. They been going head to head for years and it was time to put him in his place.
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Tom watched with suppressed rage as the spell died down. He was able to move. The nerve of that hellion. Thinking it was wise to pull this on him. Oh she will surely pay for her insolence. He tucked his hand in his robes. A malicious smile formed on his face as a thought suddenly crossed his mind. Oh what plans he had in store for the little Gryffindor. Each step he took was precise and fueled a burning desire.
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Hermione sat in her head girl dorm room. A frown on her face as she flipped through pages of a book. It's been nearly over an hour since her altercation with Riddle. A sigh escaped her lips. It was well after curfew. Perhaps he was still doing rounds, after all it is his turn. Relaxing, she suddenly tossed her book to the side of her bed. Yeah there is no way she'd be seeing him again.
Standing up she strode across the room to her private bathroom, privilege of being head girl. She windlessly removed all her clothes as the bath started to run. A few drops of rose oil was added. Hermione entered the bath, a small hiss coming out as she sunk into the tub. The heat felt amazing upon her stiff muscles, she relaxed instantly. Slowly her lids became heavy. She didn't stop them from shutting.
Hermione felt a shiver across her skin, jolting her awake. She wasn't aware of how much time had passed. She let out a groan, standing on wobbly legs. Turning the shower on, she proceeded to rise off the soapy suds unhurriedly. Some moments later Hermione stepped out, grabbing her towel.
After drying off, she put on her mocha color satin and lace chemise with matching boy lace shorts. Feeling ready for bed she walked out of the bathroom. Not paying attention to her surroundings. Her body froze, a familiar wave of dark magic surrounded her. Tom fucking Riddle.
Automatically her caramel brown eyes narrowed. As he came from the shadows like some dark unworldly prince. He had his wand pointed at her, an unfriendly smile on his features, his presence chilling.
"Hello, Granger." He greeted mockingly.
She was having none of that, especially not in her dorm.
"You are overstepping, Riddle." She pointed out briskly, folding her arms together.
He clenched his teeth, taking a step closer, eyes cold.
"Then you should've known better than to dare me, Granger." His hand ran his wand to her throat down, slowly making goosebumps form on her skin.
A hot flush crept upon her face, as she suddenly recalled their kiss. She cleared her throat. Willing the image away. A shiver went down her spine as he tilted her face up to look at him. The red hue she was expecting was replaced with stormy grey.
She pursed her lips, glaring.
"Well go ahead. Do your worst." She taunted. Her magic was brimming once more. His thumb brushed across her lower lip. He tsk at her.
"I hardly think you could handle it." He mused darkly.
She scoffed at him, a challenge in her voice.
"Did I not just outsmarted you earlier? Try me." She responded coldly.
Without warning her back hit the door of the bathroom none too gently. She winced at the impact. His wand was digging into her skin, her pulse thrumming relentlessly. She could feel his dark magic flickering.
"Careful with that mouth of yours." He warned with a chilling smile. Then a familiar spell froze her in place. A gasp escaped her lips. She was powerless against him now. Well mind you a good 5 minutes. Still anything could happen. Not knowing set her on edge.
"That's quite low of you. Not at all creative." Hermione spoke out.
He leaned forward, his lips nearly touching hers. She could feel him, his scent invading her senses. The pine and earthy scent invading. His magic flowing over hers. She'd never admit how intoxicating it really was.
"I never claimed to play fair, Granger." He pointed out as his lips traced over hers briefly. She nearly growled. Damn. It wasn't enough. He gave her a knowing smirk.
Sweet Merlin. His sinful lips captured hers once more. Longer this time. The taste of him making her groan. He pressed into her, letting her feel all of him. It was madding to her.
Tom let his lips break away from her mouth, going straight for her neck. Tracing his tongue down. He could feel shivers. Tom liked the responsiveness. A rather unladylike curse left her lips. Hermione wanted to take control. She longed to thread her fingers through his dark hair. Yet she still remained immobilized. He smirked against her flushed skin, as if knowing her dilemma.
"Are you aware you are shivering? Does this excite you?" He murmured as his magic brushed against hers. It was a heady sensation and she bit her lip to keep from crying out.
His icy eyes locked on hers. Gone was the playfulness but instead it was unmistakably dark. Hermione felt a stutter of her heart, she felt trapped. Fuck. The young witch knew that look. She been on the receiving end countless times. Tom Riddle showed no mercy when it came to magic. There was no kindness in his eyes. She braced herself internally, knowing she was still defenseless.
"Just get on with it." She snapped. The hair on her skin stood up as she felt his magic lashed out in warning.
"Always so feisty, Granger. You need some manners." He spoke out, trailing his thumb over her lips. "Glacialis Atque Vale." The spell washed over her. Tom watched in morbid fascination as the blue flames started to form upon her.
Hermione cried out, the heat and cold merging on her skin. Strangely the pain wasn't having the effect that it was supposed to. In fact, she felt even more turned on than before. She glared at Tom. In that moment she hated him. How he twisted her desires, how he didn't stand down. A shiver shook her through her core. She wanted nothing more than to take him down. Wanted to pull at the dark locks of hair, watch as the pain registers within his grey eyes. It was almost as if something within her snapped. She couldn't control it. Tom regarded her with cool amusement.
"It appears your time is up." He spoke suddenly.
It was at that moment that Hermione realize two things. First being, she was able to move freely. Two, she wanted to tear him down intimately. The cold hunger in her brown eyes didn't dissipate. Without hesitation she lunged forward.
Tom hissed when his back collided with the hard ground. His eyes darkened when she straddled him.
"It doesn't feel nice not to be in control, wouldn't you say, Tom?" She leaned forward to nip at his ear. He growled, grabbing a hold of her damped hair. She whimpered as her throat was bared to him.
"I didn't give you permission to use my name. As far as I'm concerned, I'm the one calling the shots." He muttered darkly.
Hermione frowned and grinded into him. A jolt of pleasure shot through them. Tom felt his patience cracked. His magic called out to her. It was exhilarating to the young witch. She gasped as he flipped them over, his body towering over hers. She winced at the pressure of his hands holding hers over her head. There was something so erotic about the way he stared down at her. The hunger in his eyes made her want to give in. He didn't wait for her to decide.
At the feel of his lips upon her, she shuddered. The intensity of the moment made them crave more. He release his hold on her. She pulled his robe off, his clothes coming off one by one. Hermione bit her lip at the sight of his bare flesh. Marbled perfection.
"I'll say this once. This means nothing at all." She said as she captured his lips hungrily.
The hand on her waist dug into her warningly. His eyes were piercing, so intense.
"You talk too much, Granger." There was warning in his voice that had her biting her lip nervously.
"I just wanted to be clear, Tom." She responded. A cold glint in his eyes had her halting her movement.
"You still haven't my permission to say my name. Keep talking I will really put that mouth of yours to use." He murmured darkly. His fingers threaded through her hair, clutching tightly. His other hand trailed up her leg to her inner thigh. Hermione cried out as his fingers trailed into her already slick folds. Tom was captivated. He peered down a smirk of his lips.
"Well you are enjoying this more than I thought." He spoke huskily.
The young woman throbbed at his fingers. Watching as he slid them in and out. She felt the burn within herself. She bit back a moan. Oh what the hell.
"Its nothing I haven't felt before." She said snarky tone between panted breaths.
All of a sudden he removed his fingers. She felt the loss immediately. The dark magic lashing out, threatening.
"Do not test my patience." He said coldly, his hand wrapping around her throat without warning.
Hermione felt the air leave as she struggled to breathe whilst fighting to move his hold on her. Every nerve in her body went on overdrive in the matter of seconds. Did she forget who she was really dealing with?
Tom eyed her with malicious intent. He thrived on her pain, the pulse beneath his fingertips urging him to end her. Her magic fought against his, but something she realized made her blood run cold. She could feel his hardness digging into her. This was not right. He was turned on by the mere act of taking her life away.
Then as quick as it started, he halted. Loosening his hold on her, letting the air flow back into her. His words were dark and it made her heart race.
"Don't you see what you do to me? For so long I been torn in wanting to tear you apart and fuck you into submission." He spoke as his finger lightly traced her collarbone. "Surely you feel the same way, Hermione." He said her name finally. It was like velvet coming from his lips.
She narrowed her eyes at him, voice hard.
"I'm not the one with the hunger to kill. You and I are not the same."
He tsk at her and move against her slowly, creating a delicious friction. Knowing her body will react. She groaned at the sensation, heady and filled with a dark promise.
"Look at how you tremble. You crave this." He whispered across her lips before hungrily taking her. She couldn't stop the moan as she wrapped her legs around his hips, grinding into him. Damn it all to hell.
An just like that he had unraveled her. His wandless magic making her just as bare as he. There was no going back now. A heat burned through her, and her hands raked all over his back.
"Go ahead and tell me, Hermione." He commanded against her skin. She groaned when he nipped at her ear.
The young witch was about to respond when a sharp knock came at the door. She froze under him. Panic clear in her eyes. Tom's eyes narrowed in anger and irritation.
"Who are you expecting so late at night, Hermione?" His voice held a dark edge that wasn't there before.
A slur voice came from the other side of the door.
"Mione, pleasssse opennn upp." The voice demanding
Recognition lit in both of their eyes. Tom frowned and stood up conjuring his clothes back on. Hermione barely had a word out before Tom put a finger to his lips as to silence her. He wandlessly conjured up a silky beige robe for her. Making herself decent she walked to the door.
The creak of the door wasn't what had her cringing. No it was Ron, her ex that showed up drunkenly at her door. A wave of immense distaste filled her vision. Recalling that two weeks prior she found him shagging Lavender Brown in a secluded part of the library. She then proceeded to end things with a stinging hex to his backside.
"What do you want?" Her voice pressed coldly, eyes narrowed.
Ron moved past her in a huff not seeing Tom in plain sight by the door.
"This is stupidddd Mione. I only made oneee mistake-"his voice slurred
"So that makes everything okay?" She asked incredulously. Her wand was out, anger in her eyes.
Ron scoffed placing hands in his pockets. A sad smile on his lips.
"No but I'm sorry Mioneee. I just want us to be together againnn." He pressed.
Tom who been watching silently gave out a laugh. It was dark and humorless. They both turned to him. Ron felt his eyes widening with anger and disbelief. Hermione sighed. Knowing that shit was definitely about to hit the fan.
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Okay…. I kid this actually a two shot. I'd like to thank Vino Amor for being so wonderfully helpful and patience with this! Also yessss this is just a taste of whats to come *winks* Also everyone in our Tomione Trash group~ I'm trash! Much love! Please tell me what ya guys think! More will be on the way!