I have magic.
That was her first thought awakening in the blasted hospital wing again. Now the sticks, no wands, made sense. She could remember everything about magic, her abilities with it, her knowledge, her power. However, the memories of previously attending Hogwarts were fleeting. Every time she tried to grasp a memory of the boy with the lightning bolt scar or the ginger with freckles, their faces would blur and the memory would escape her.
The glowing red eyes didn't seem to be attached to any memory- they just haunted her in her periphery. Who did they belong to? She could sense that they didn't belong to a friend but rather an enemy. They belonged to someone or something, she feared deep in the marrow of her bones.
"Miss Granger?" a soft voice came to her left.
Hermione's eyes focused on the Florence Nightingale woman.
"How are you feeling? I wasn't able to detect any injuries so my guess is that you fainted", she said kindly.
"Oh, I guess I did", Hermione said with embarrassment. For some reason, she knew not to tell anyone about her returning memories.
"You may return to your common room if you feel well enough. I've had eight different Gryffindors try to come in to see if you're okay and the Head Boy has stopped by to check on you as well."
Hermione didn't know how she felt about that. She hadn't been at Hogwarts a full day yet and already eight students in her house treated her as a friend and asked about her welfare. She was grateful and sad at the same time but didn't know where the feeling of sadness came from. Hermione supposed that the Head Boy had to show an interest, but knowing Riddle came to check on her when she was unconscious, unnerved her for some reason.
"Thank you. Yes, I think I'll go back to Gryffindor tower".
After straightening her uniform, Hermione said thank you again to the woman and left to make her way to the portrait of the fat lady.
"How are you feeling?" Darcy asked her as soon as she stepped through into the common room.
"Better, thanks" she replied back and dropped to a plush armchair with her bag.
Citro, Septimus, Harper, and Tauren, were all squashed together on a large sofa opposite the chairs Hermione and Darcy were sat in. They looked up as Hermione sat down and made sure she was okay. Amelia, Aster, and Minerva walked over to give Hermione a hug and asked about her health too. The grateful feeling earlier came back, and Hermione felt a deep warmth inside that these people genuinely cared for her after only a day. Gryffindors, she mused.
She looked around and tried to draw up her memories of the Gryffindor common room. Had she been here when she was younger? No that can't be it- no one recognised her. Maybe she had been reincarnated and she remembered things from her past life. That too seemed unlikely, as Hermione didn't believe in anything so unproven. When you died, you died. The end. So the options were either she was still dreaming or the memories were false?
Thinking about it logically Hermione knew it couldn't be a dream. Yes, dreams felt real when you were in them, but this felt too complex and stimulating to be a dream. Plus could you dream within a dream? She had read a book before that had theorized you could, but she wasn't totally reckless enough to push her luck and hope it was a dream only to end up dead.
Unless… no. Time travel wasn't possible… was it? An image of an hourglass hanging on a gold chain appeared in her thoughts before it disappeared again.
She had been here before but in the future! If no one recognised her and no one could track down her history then it must be because she didn't exist yet. Maybe that was a big jump when she could easily be an orphan nobody, but for some reason, time-traveler felt right.
Well, clearly something had gone wrong since she was in the past with no memories other than the basics. She needed to speak to that Dumbledore man.
"I'm going to find Professor Dumbledore, I have a few questions," Hermione announced to the group.
"Anything we can help with?" Amelia asked from the floor where she was sat cross-legged reading.
"No, I just need to see if he's found anything out about my family," Hermione answered, stashing her bag under a chair and pocketing her wand.
"Okay, don't forget curfew is 10pm so be back before then" Amelia called, going back to her book.
Hermione slipped out the common room and cast a disillusionment charm over herself and silenced her shoes. Best not be caught out, even before curfew, since it would be bothersome to explain how she knew the castle layout so quickly.
Her plan was certainly to speak to Dumbledore, but she spotted Riddle and his friends further down a corridor on the 7th floor, so she decided to follow. The need to spy on him seemed like a priority right now.
She saw Riddle and his friends enter what looked like an abandoned classroom.
She cracked open the door and slipped in. Riddle looked over to the sound, but after pausing and tilting his head slightly, he carried on speaking. He sat perched on the edge of a teachers desk and was facing six other boys.
One was the nasty blonde, Avery. One was the arrogant icy-blonde, Abraxus. One was the boy who's room she landed in, Mister Black she remembered. The others looked just plain menacing. One had light brown hair and green eyes and seemed to be taking Riddle's words as law. The other was the tallest of the group with deep brown hair, that looked nearly black, and the strangest eyes she had ever seen- they looked almost violet, but she figured it must be a trick of the light. The final boy was built like a tank, thick ropy muscles stood out underneath his shirt and jumper, and his close-cropped hair reminded Hermione of men in the Army. He was the shortest of the group but made up for his height in sheer bulk.
"We'll have an official meeting tomorrow night at 11 pm at the usual place. You may all go", Riddle announced like a war general.
Meeting? Was Riddle running some sort of boys club? Maybe they just liked to meet to talk about taking over the world? Hermione thought with an internal laugh.
The boys filed out after giving a nod to their leader, and it was just her and Riddle left in the dusty classroom. Riddle moved towards the door, but instead of leaving, he shut it again.
He sauntered nearer to Hermione, as she pressed herself into the cold stone wall.
"Miss Granger it is rude to spy on a private meeting", Riddle drawled facing where she stood.
Hermione gasped and inched closer to the door. How did he know it was her or where she was?
The door to the classroom opened and a younger boy stepped in. He looked confused when he couldn't see who Riddle was talking to.
"Sorry Tom, Dumbledore held me up. Have I missed the meeting?" the boy with black hair and blue eyes asked.
"Yes Dolohov, go to the usual place at 11 pm tomorrow night. Don't be late again", Riddle replied coldly, still looking in Hermione's general direction.
"Yes my lord", he said humbly and hastily exited the room.
My Lord? Wow someone has a big ego.
"Hermione?" Riddle asked.
Hermione slid along the wall to the door, flung it open and ran into the corridor. Her breath came out in pants as she raced downstairs and out into the cold night. Her feet hit frosted grass, and she nearly lost her footing a few times but kept pressing onward.
Run. Run, were the words her head screamed at her.
She was running straight towards the giant icy lake and when she realised her trajectory, she tried to turn. However, not accounting for the velocity in which she was traveling, Hermione slipped on the muddy bank and pinwheeled her arms to stop her fall.
Something hit her body from the side. The thing and her barreled straight into the freezing lake. Hermione rose up out of the water gasping. She didn't know if falling or drowning was her greatest fear, but the panic to get out of the water enveloped her enough to hold tightly onto the object that barged into her. If she was going to die, she was going to bring whatever caused her death with her!
After a few minutes of squeezing her eyes shut and holding her breath, Hermione realised that she wasn't in fact drowning or even sinking. She was sat in about a foot of water at the lake's edge, clinging onto a body. The body, she worked out through her panicked thoughts, was warm and hard to touch. She slowly opened her eyes and looked up.
Riddle was staring down at her blankly.
Hermione's brain finally caught up and she unclasped her arms from around him and started to stand up, only to wobble and fall back down in the shallow water, causing a splash of water to hit Riddle in the face.
He blinked and wiped the water away with his wet sleeve.
Hermione cringed.
"Hermione, why did you run?" Riddle asked finally.
Hermione crossed her arms, still sat in the water and said, "why did you chase me?"
Riddle rose up and offered a hand out to pull Hermione up. Hermione debated for a second but thought the prospect of getting sick from hypothermia was more dangerous than being stubborn by sitting in the freezing water.
Riddle moved to the bank and started to strip. Hermione's eyes widened and she whirled around to face the other way as porcelain flawless skin from his chest came into view.
"W-what are you doing?" Hermione stuttered out.
"Getting dry. A drying charm with cause the clothes to become rigid and unconformable, so the best option is to take them off, get dry and warm first and then cast a warming charm on them to dry the clothes more naturally, or the fabric can tear and become weak," he replied matter-of-factly.
Hermione heard the splodge sound of wet clothes hitting the ground next to her and gulped.
Well who could argue with logic, she shrugged and began to peel off her saturated jumper, socks, and shoes.
Hermione looked out towards the lake and told herself not to be self-conscious. This was about survival after all. Okay, maybe not survival- she could always just put up with stiff clothes until she got back to her room, but the Gryffindor in her didn't want to step back from a blatant challenge of bravery.
She whipped off her shirt and skirt, and just stood in her underwear hopping around on the frozen lake bank, as she fumbled with her wand to dry her skin and cast a warming charm on her clothes.
She felt a hand on her shoulder and whirled around to face Riddle.
"Here, my clothes are dry. Put on my jumper while you wait for yours," he said pushing a thick soft gray jumper into her hands.
Not wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth, she quickly raised the jumper up to pull it on.
She grabbed her crazy hair to release it from the jumper's confines and turned to thank Riddle, but his face made her freeze.
He was assessing her like a prized object, and clearly liked what he saw if his eyes were anything to be trusted. His expression was calculating but coveting.
Hermione crossed her arms under her breasts and looked away.
"So why did you run Hermione? What did you think I would do after catching you spying?" Riddle asked again.
Hermione turned her eyes back to see him buttoning up his white shirt. He had already put on his gray trousers, socks, and shoes.
Hermione fidgeted in the jumper that sat half-way up her thighs, as she wished her clothes would just hurry up and dry.
"I don't know. I guess I was embarrassed at being caught and wanted to get away," she mumbled.
Riddle gave her a boyish half smile and brushed a hair back from his forehead.
"Hermione I wasn't mad. If you want to know something just ask me", he stressed stepping closer to her.
Hermione gulped as her throat became dry. Why did being this close to him unnerve her so much? Sure, he was a bit rude sometimes and annoyingly good-looking, but something just felt…off.
"Why did that boy call you 'My Lord'" she blurted out without thought.
Riddle raised an eyebrow and looked down at her. He leaned in close to whisper in her ear, "because one day everyone will know just how powerful I am and call me that, or another similar name".
Hermione saw that flash of red-eyes in her mind again and stumbled back.
Riddle's hand shot out to steady her. He gave her a wicked smile and grabbed her by the waist to hoist her towards him.
Hermione yelped and grabbed his arms to steady herself before falling into his chest. Riddle bent down to whisper in her ear again, "you intrigue me, Hermione. I want to find out everything about you. And you never know, if you're worthy you might be able to join my 'little club'".
He looked down at her with a smirk, let go of her, and turned to walk back to the castle.
Hermione stood frozen. What the hell?!
She quickly put on her skirt, socks, and shoes and grabbed her shirt and jumper. Riddle was gone by the time she made her way back to the empty Gryffindor common room. Her need to speak to Dumbledore long forgotten, as she recollected Riddle's strong grip and confusing words, even as the red eyes from her memories haunted her.
~~~~0~~~~
The next morning she sat with her Gryffindor friends at breakfast and tried to sneak glances at Riddle and his friends across the hall. Of course, every time she tried to do that Riddle would look up to catch her gaze. Cheeks flaming she returned to her toast and tried to take part in the conversation around her.
Darcy nudged her and whispered, "Riddle keeps looking over here. It's creepy. Do you need me to show you around if he's skiving off his duties? Plus I'll be the better guide" he finished with a wink.
Hermione went to answer when she felt a person stood behind her.
She turned around to see Riddle smiling charmingly down at her. He moved fast.
"Miss Granger, it's time for the tour. Sorry I couldn't show you last night. I didn't think you were up to it after fainting at dinner".
"Oh- erm. I-"
"It's okay Riddle I'll show her around," Darcy spoke up.
Riddle glanced at him and a flash of annoyance showed in his eyes quickly before he smiled pleasantly at the bulky Gryffindor.
"As Head Boy, I am more than happy to show Hermione around," Riddle stated looking back at her.
"I think she would prefer a friend to do it, wouldn't you Hermione", Darcy answered staring at her.
"Oh, hmm well I honestly don't care who shows me around", she answered with a red face.
"Great! In that case, I will" Darcy said and jumped up.
He grabbed Hermione and pulled her up, even though she still had a piece of toast half-eaten in her hand.
Riddle looked blatantly annoyed this time.
"Well, two heads are better than one. I'll join you both", he said putting a hand on the small of Hermione' back.
Darcy scowled but didn't say anything. And so the three of them exited the great hall to begin the most awkward tour of Hermione's life.
It was a good thing it was Saturday as the tour had taken over an hour, and Hermione's feet ached by the end of it.
They ended up at the Quidditch pitch where Darcy's friends were flying around on brooms tossing a Quaffle around.
"Do you play?", Darcy asked excitedly.
"No, I hate flying" Hermione answered quickly. That was new. Also good to remember before she got on a broom and realised her fear of flying or heights mid-flight.
"Oh come on, you can fly with me. You'll be safe", Darcy pleaded, dragging Hermione over to where his friends had dismounted.
Hermione dug in her heels and vehemently stated that no one would get her on a broom willingly. Darcy took this as a challenge and lifted her up to throw her over his shoulder. She shrieked and grabbed her skirt to keep it flat against her arse, so she didn't end up flashing Riddle who was stood in front of them.
"Dashmore put her down. She clearly doesn't want to fly with you," Riddle said sternly.
They were then joined by Citro, Septimus, Harper, Tauren and a couple of Gryffindors she hadn't been introduced to yet. Harper moved behind Darcy's back looking at Hermione's face.
"Darcy I don't think Hermione thinks this is funny", Harper said frowning at her red face.
"Put me down!" Hermione shouted.
Darcy laughed and set Hermione back on her feet.
"Sorry, Hermione. I'll get you on my broom someday though", he said with a sly wink.
Hermione made a disgusted face and turned to Riddle.
"Do you want to come to sit with my friends while they fly around like idiots?" Riddle asked.
Darcy frowned and crossed his arms.
Hermione spotted the boys from the 'secret meeting' sat in the stands nearby. This was her chance to find out more about them.
"Sure", she replied before she could fully think it through.
She turned to Darcy and the Gryffindors. "I'll just be over there. Have fun", she said pointing to stands and walking away with Riddle.
She saw Harper put an arm out to stop Darcy coming after her in her peripheral.
Her and Riddle reached the stands and came to the group of boys. Riddle nodded to them as a whole and they made room for Riddle and Hermione to sit in between the group spread over three benches. Riddle, Hermione, and the younger boy Dolohov, Hermione remembered, sat on the middle bench, while the boy called Black, the icy-blonde Abraxus and the shorter, muscled boy sat in front of them. Avery, who Hermione took an instant dislike to, a brown-haired boy and the boy with strange violet eyes sat behind them.
"Miss Granger allow me to introduce you to everyone. In front of you is Abraxus Malfoy, Cygnus Black, and Forras Mulciber. Next to you is Antonin Dolohov. Behind you is Cantankerus Nott, Rodolphus Lestrange, and Valac Avery. We are missing Rosier, but you'll meet him when he returns after Christmas."
Hermione cataloged them all suspiciously. Malfoy turned his nose up at her, Avery leered at her, Nott and Mulciber didn't even glance at her, and Dolohov and Lestrange looked at her in interest. Black, on the other hand, seemed torn between looking uneasy and bored.
"Rodolphus's younger brother Rabastan won't be joining Hogwarts until next year, unfortunately, or we would have a full house when Rosier returns," Riddle grinned at her.
Hermione nodded slowly and noticed all the boys were turned to face Riddle directly, possibly waiting for instructions. Odd.
"Everyone I want you to welcome Hermione to the fold. We are going to see if she fits in and if not…" Riddle trailed off looking away toward the vast forest nearby.
Hermione gulped. This wasn't good. Was he eluding that they would just get rid of her if Riddle decided she wasn't worthy?
The boys all nodded their understanding, as Hermione rethought her life choices. She was safe, for now. Best to just play it cool and get the hell away at any chance she got.
She turned to watch the Gryffindor boys flying around the pitch laughing. Why couldn't she had just bit the bullet and got on the damm broom? No doubt she would be safer up there than sat with this group of boys, even during the day, and in public. Hermione tried to clamp down on her nerves and shoved her hands under her bum so no one would see them shaking.
Riddle leaned in next to her and brushed some curls behind her ear. She shivered not from the cold on her exposed ear, but how casually he touched her. As if he owned her.
"Malfoy is captain of Slytherin's Quidditch team", he explained, "Mulciber and Nott are beaters of course, and Avery, Dolohov, and Rosier are our chasers. Malfoy is the keeper and our seeker is Lestrange".
"I don't really care for Quidditch", Hermione muttered.
Riddle flashed an amused smile as if she was his pet and had done something cute.
"Neither do I, I prefer to study. There is a wealth of knowledge out there waiting to be discovered and learned," he replied with a dark smile.
Hermione just nodded, not really liking the smile he was giving her.
He lent in to whisper in her ear, "would you like to learn new magic, Hermione?"
"I suppose", she answered as the boys surrounding them laughed.
"Oh you really aren't going to fit in here," Avery said with a shark-like grin.
"Meet me by the Second Floor Girls' Lavatory tonight at 11 pm," Riddle said to her with a devious smile
Darcy seemed to be coming towards them as Riddle finished his instructions. Hermione breathed a silent sigh of relief.
"Hey Hermione, last chance, are you sure you don't want to fly for a bit?", Darcy asked hovering in front of the stand.
Hermione jumped up and pushed past Malfoy and Black in front of her.
"Sure, got to face my fear someday", she said glancing at Riddle and taking Darcy's outstretched hand.
He grabbed her and swung her onto the broom so she was sat in front of him. Her hands turned white with the pressure of how hard she was gripping the broom. She felt Darcy's arms wrap around her waist as he leaned forward and grabbed the broom with one hand and directed it to shoot upwards.
Hermione screamed until she was blue in the face and breathless, even after Darcy had leveled out and was laughing behind her.
"Easy, easy. Look I've stopped. You can breathe," he tried to reassure her.
Hermione still had her eyes screwed shut but stopped screaming.
She took a deep breath and slowly opened her eyes. The midday sun was high in the sky and it cast a glow over the barren winter landscape. It was beautiful.
She finally allowed herself to relax and leaned back into Darcy's warm body.
"Nice isn't it?" Darcy said looking down at her smiling.
Something flickered across his face that Hermione couldn't place and he seemed to be leaning down closer to her face.
A loud boom came from below and Hermione turned her head to the ground and instantly regretted it. Seeing how high they were made her shake and her hands felt clammy. She was either going to be sick or faint.
Darcy seemed to notice her wavering and pulled her tighter towards him and slowly lowered them back to the Quidditch pitch. When Hermione's feet hit the ground she slumped forward and rolled off the broom to lie on her back on the ground.
She gripped the cold dewy grass and tried to ground herself and took deep breaths.
"Hermione? Do you want me to take you to the Hospital Wing?" Darcy said from somewhere above her.
Oh god was she doomed to spend every day in the damm hospital wing?
"Darcy I think she just needs some air," came another voice from above her she recognised to be Septimus.
She felt a warm hand on her forehead and the deep voice belonging to Riddle rang out that he would take her to the nurse to be sure. Hermione tried to protest but all that came out her mouth was an unattractive gurgling sound. No, not him! Her mind struggled to make her floppy limbs work. Out of the frying pan and into the fire, came to mind.
She felt strong arms lift her up to carry her bridal style effortlessly.
What if he doesn't take me to the hospital wing? What if he kidnaps me? Surely her friends would follow, right?
She could hear voices protesting, but couldn't make out what they were saying. She shouldn't feel this out of it just from being dizzy, should she? She felt the skin where Riddle had touched her, burn faintly. He's hexed me!
It felt like her body was trying to move through thick treacle and she managed to mumble out something unintelligible before everything went black.
~~~~0~~~~
She awoke on green silk bed sheets.
Fuck.
Her head swam and she clutched it with her hands, sitting up.
When the dizziness stopped, she looked around the room she was in. The bedspread showed a Slytherin crest, and books, parchment, and clothes were spread neatly around the large bedroom.
A door clicked open and Riddle entered. He closed the door and cast a couple of spells on the door and room.
"Hermione how are you feeling?" he asked coming to sit at the end of the bed.
Hermione scooted up the bed so she was leaning on the dark wood headboard and far from Riddle who was looking at her in false concern.
"Why did you hex me?" she asked bluntly.
Riddle's lips quirked and he adopted a wounded look.
"Why would you think that Hermione? I brought you here to rest since you screamed very loudly you didn't want to go to the hospital wing. I think you shouldn't fly anymore if this is how you react", he answered as if he was chiding a small child.
"Stop lying! Why did you really bring me here?" Hermione shouted back with her temper flaring.
Riddle's smile dropped abruptly and he reached for her ankle to drag her to him.
Hermione screamed and tried to crawl back, but Riddle had straddled her and pressed her wrists into the mattress.
"You must never run away from me unless I tell you to", Riddle spat down to her.
Hermione started struggling in earnest. She tried to buck him off, but it only resulted in him pressing harder into her, putting all his weight on her stomach and her wrists.
Hermione was panting in exhaustion but wouldn't give up. However, Riddle seemed to have frozen as he looked down at her arm. He was staring at the word crudely carved into her arm in fascination.
He slowly traced the words with a finger after clasping Hermione's wrists in one hand.
"Who did this to you?" he asked softly.
The damm glamour must have worn off. Hermione never did find out what the word meant, but she had forgotten to hide it this morning with a spell. She didn't want anyone asking about it if they saw.
"I don't know", she murmured.
"I thought I could feel the dark magic coming from you. But now I see it's only skin deep", he looked intently at the word.
"You've been tainted with the dark, but it hasn't reached your soul though. No, you are too pure to be corrupted".
Hermione just stared wide-eyed up at him.
"A pity. You could have become one of my followers", he narrowed his eyes and then looked down to where their bodies were connected.
Hermione also looked down and realised what was pressing into her stomach was not, in fact, his wand. A very thick long hard wand. Hermione lay frozen as her mind went into over-drive.
Followers? What sort of psychopath was he?! And he was turned on! He-
Hermione's thoughts came to an abrupt stop when she felt the thing twitch against her stomach.
She looked up to see his eyes had gotten darker and now the pupils were blown wide.
Shit.
He swooped down and crashed his mouth against hers. It was mostly a clash of teeth as she gasped and he gained entrance to her mouth. His tongue swept in and strangely Hermione found herself kissing him back. It was intense, both were fueled with rage.
Hermione tugged her hands and was surprised when Riddle let her wrists go. She should have pushed him off, but her body had other ideas.
She grabbed his hair and pulled him down closer so that their chests pushed against each other.
Riddle emitted a surprised groan and Hermione brought her legs up around his waist.
What the hell was she doing?
Riddle grabbed the edge of her jumper and wrenched it up. He broke away from her mouth and pulled it over her head and then crashed his mouth back to hers.
Hermione pulled at his shirt and sent his buttons pinging off in all directions.
Riddle's mouth latched onto her throat and sucked as she pushed the torn shirt from his shoulders. He then sat up to swiftly unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers as Hermione pulled off her shirt and tie, before pushing down his trousers and underwear in one move.
He grabbed Hermione to sit up too and unclasped her bra before flinging the garment somewhere. She flopped back down to the bed as he leaned forward to suck a nipple in his mouth. She arched up off the mattress with a small moan and grabbed his head. His hands made short work of ripping down her skirt and he plunged a finger into her dripping heat after ripping off her underwear.
Hermione's nails raked down his back and he hissed. He raised his head and she became caught in his burning eyes before he plundered her mouth again.
Not wasting any time to rethink what the hell she was doing, Hermione snaked her hand down his chest and grabbed the steel rod in between his legs. Her hands traveled down the length of his cock lightly and he jerked forwards slightly. Hermione ran his cock through her wet folds and nudged the tip against her clit.
Riddle let out a growl and grabbed his cock to position it at her entrance, before plunging into her heat. He let out a strangled growl and froze as Hermione tried to an acclimate to the intrusion.
Riddle's face was pressed into her neck as Hermione's arms and legs were wrapped around his body like a snake.
After panting heavily, Riddle started to move. He slowly withdrew and then pushed back in making Hermione arch up. He wrapped his arms around Hermione's back and began to pound into her, hitting a delicious spot that made Hermione moan.
Hermione moved with him to make his pelvic bone mash against her clit as her pussy tightened around him. Riddle found her mouth again and they both began to furiously kiss. Their tongues tangled, as they panted and moaned.
Hermione felt Riddle's movements becoming more erratic and deep as she tightened her pelvic floor and squeezed. Her orgasm rushed up and out as she moaned deep and long into Riddle's throat.
Riddle's thrust became more stuttered and uneven, as she felt his orgasm rip through him. Riddle lay panting into Hermione's neck before he rolled off her to lay beside her. He looked over to her and reached over to drag Hermione to him. He gently laid her back against the silk of his sheets and moved so she was resting her head on his chest. His arms pulled her close as he stared at his bed canopy deep in thought, as he absentmindedly stroked her curls.
Hermione laid perfectly still. She shivered despite the warmth of his body around her.
Her mind raced, What had she done!? Her exhausted body and mind eventually became sluggish and she could feel herself being sucked into the abyss of sleep.
Just as she drifted into sleep she thought she heard Riddle mummer, "you have pleased Lord Voldemort, and for that, I'll have you by my side".
Voldemort…
That's a funny name, Hermione thought with a smile as she dreamed about the glowing red eyes as they looked down at her with a greedy obsessed glint.
