My skin.

"Take a look at my body
Look at my hands…"

L U S T

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If anyone denies that he or she has never lusted before, they are lying. Lust has been around since the beginning of time. Some, the most religious ones might go as far to trace lust back to Adam and Eve – they lusted after that one apple. So we ask ourselves, where does lust come from? Lust starts out as a simple want. A dangerous want that progresses into an obsession, that evolves into lust.

No one seems to see it coming; the way it sets your skin on fire or the way it seems to cloud your judgment. Hermione Granger, the brightest witch of her age certainly didn't see it coming and when she finally did she was too drunk on lust to give it up.

The bushy-haired girl shifted in bed again. She couldn't fall asleep when she was this excited. How could she sleep when the object of her desire was hidden in her trunk? She turned again, this time growling and kicking at the blankets. She had to read it. She had to read it now. Casting 'Lumos' she reached for her trunk, wincing as her cold feet touched the floor.

Her breath was suddenly caught in her throat as her fingers touched the hard cover. This was a dangerous book – she was well aware of that. But it had been right there, forgotten on the library floor. It was as if it had lured her to it but of course that was impossible, at least she thought so. She eyed the title written in Latin and then the author's name right below – Godric Gryffindor.

She had searched everywhere for any books written by any of the founders and her research had led her to believe that there was none. But now, in her hands, she owned the one book written by the founder of her house. At first, she had been quite suspicious of the book. It was not every day that one walked into the library to find books scattered on the floor and this one, this precise book was glowing, calling out for her.

Hermione opened the book, her heart racing as it did the many times before she had opened and read its contents. She resumed her reading, her eyes drinking its knowledge. So far, she had read about spells that Godric himself had created and their purposes. Then she found strange potions and was shocked to see that some of them were now considered to be "Dark Arts" material. Something in the back of her mind told her to stop reading, to return the book. But it was too late.

She didn't want to return the book. The book was hers now. A frown appeared on her young features at the possessiveness thoughts running through her mind. Since when had she become so attached to it? No answer took place as she continued to read, forgetting her thoughts. She bit her lip in anticipation, lusting for more. However, when she turned the page something dreadful happened. Her heart skipped a beat as she looked down at the blank page. At first, she blinked and rubbed her eyes wondering when the last time she had slept was? She couldn't remember. She turned another page and then another. Trepidation crawled at her as half of the book seemed to be completely blank. No words, no knowledge – absolutely nothing.

A frustrated growl left her lips as she eyed the book with sudden anger. Why Merlin! She thought fiercely as she glanced at the book one more time. She shook as she sat on the floor, her legs crossed as she placed the book on her lap. She furrowed her brows and wondered why on Merlin's beard, one would leave blank pages.

"Please, just please." She whispered as she reached for wand. She pointed it at the book and whispered, "Aparecium." At first, the disappointment clung at her like a deadly disease but then she could see it, the invisible ink began to glow very slowly, her eyes watching as the words formed and she read them aloud. She frowned as she didn't recognize the language; it had to be older than Latin. The words she read sounded strange even to her own ears but then she found herself unable to stop.

They sounded so beautiful in her own voice that she had to continue. Her heart raced as somehow she had the feeling she was reading a sort of a poem but when the words came to an end, she let out a loud gasp as she realized that it hadn't been a poem. She had just cast a spell – a very old spell. Her hands were shaking and she dropped her wand as if it burnt her skin. She looked around, her breath failing her as the room seemed to grow smaller, the light was suddenly gone and she found herself surrounded by darkness.

She moved her shaky hand across the floor to reach for her wand when a screeching loud scream echoed in the room. She instantly moved her hands to her ears trying to block the deafening sound but with no avail. It seemed like time had stopped and she would be forever stuck in that moment.

But then the sound stopped and a door opened right in front of her. The bright light behind the door blinded her and the shadowed figure standing by the door took a quick step forward.

"What are you doing in my room?" the quiet demanding voice asked.

Hermione whimpered as her hands fell down as she looked at the tall dark-haired girl standing in front of her, wand pointed at her, "This is MY room." She whispered unconvincingly.

The girl's glare softened up, "Merlin. You're bleeding. Wait here, I'll fetch professor Dumbledore." She quickly turned around and closed the door, locking Hermione inside.

Hermione blinked and then a nauseous sensation took over her. The nauseous feeling didn't last and was replenished by a giggling fit.

She was going to fetch Professor Dumbledore! How hilarious was that! She laughed harder, falling on her back, staring at the room's ceiling, "Oh Hello Professor Dumbledore!" she added in a jokingly and maddening tone, "Fancy seeing you alive!" she then laughed harder, holding onto her stomach as tears seemed to gather in her eyes. Suddenly, her laughter faded away and she shook as she hugged herself.

"Merlin…indeed." she whispered to herself as her heart threatened to jump from her chest right onto the floor.

A/N: Alright. This is my first attempt at a Tom Riddle / Hermione story. I've read brilliant ones out there and I decided to write my own. As you know, reviews are highly appreciated. I'd like to know if people out there think it's worthy to continue, if they like it and what are their thoughts about it. With that being said, I think I'll be able to upload regularly now with Christmas Holidays, so stick around.

Also to my Salazar/Hermione readers I am working on the newest chapter so fear not!

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