Hermione was on her way to the Great Hall when she accidentally bumped into Professor Riddle. She was in such a hurry that the collision nearly pushed her off the stairs if the Professor hadn't instinctively reached out to her.

However, the moment he realized whom he was holding.

He dropped her.

He fucking dropped her like a dead weight. Like hot iron that burnt his hand.

And then…

He simply watched her fall. He watched her descend into the ground with a cold look on his face. Uncaring. Cruel…and Beautiful in his Deadly way.

In slow motion. Hermione was falling. She was falling with her eyes drawn towards the man she had accidentally collided with.

And the first thing that entered Hermione's mind as she fell, as her surprise gaze remained locked with a pair of icy-blue eyes, were: "DAMN YOU, PROFESSOR!" just as she instinctively, and angrily, reached out and grab for him, not caring where her hands landed as she used him for leverage, and swiftly hauled herself up.

He nearly toppled over when she did, but he was swift to regain his balance by widening his stance and leaning back.

In second, Hermione's body was flushed against his tall frame, unintentionally moulding herself tightly against the distinct muscles of his chiselled chest, his stomach and his powerful thighs.

When Hermione deigned herself safe for the moment, her eyes flashed with indignation as she held unto the Professor, gripping him tightly against her to prevent herself from falling back once more.

But the Professor loathed her so much that soon his hands were on her shoulders, trying to push her away. His face growing harsh by the second when Hermione didn't let go. Instead, her hands just clenched and tightened on him even more while her mouth formed into a snarl of rebellion.

She faintly heard him sucking a lungful of breath as her fingers dug into something firm and taut, that flexed beneath her touch. And when her fingers involuntarily tightened ruthlessly around it, with her short nails sinking deeper into him, the Professor suddenly let out a sharp inhalation while he froze against her. A second after, he was breathing hard and Hermione had to wonder why that was -

"Could you please remove your hand off my butt, Miss Granger!"

At his words, Hermione Granger hastily remove her hand from his – behind, her face flaming red in mortification.

"And here I thought Hogwarts only has its upstanding students, but one seems to slip in through the cracks of its system."

"What are you implying, Professor?" Hermione asked, her eyes narrowing as the Professor straightened his tie.

"I was expecting a wonderful morning today." Professor Ridddle drawled. "But it seems that I was wrong…I didn't expect to be grope by a muggleborn student on my way to breakfast."

"You know that I didn't grope you on purpose, Professor! It was an accident!" She snapped, sounding both angry and embarrassed.

"If you say so, Miss Granger." The Professor said before suddenly walking away from there. His strides looking angry as he walked towards the direction of the Great Hall.

Hermione watched him go without even further defending herself, and she was left fuming in the middle of the staircase and feeling like she wanted to scream.

So as a retaliation, Hermione decided to pour all her wrath in scraps of parchment.

.

Hermione was grinning widely as she lifted her written homework in front of her.

"Why are you smiling about?" Ron asked her. The sound of his quill scratching against his parchment abruptly ceased.

"Nothing," Hermione said hastily and secretly smiled inside.

Ron gave her a skeptical look, his observant eyes directly going to the pages of parchment in her hands.

"How many pages have you written in there Hermione?"

"Eight," came her short reply.

"Professor Riddle told us to write only three pages, Hermione."

"Well, it's a good thing that I have done plenty of research on the Vampire to make my homework more…interesting. I am certain the Professor will find some of the passages in there to be quite enlightening once he read it."

Both Ron and Harry exchange glances.

"Why do you mean by enlightening, Hermione? I hope you haven't written anything in there that will land you in trouble."

"Trouble? Why should it? I have only expounded on the subject that the Professor had told us to research on."

"Ok, Hermione, if you say so." Ron said, sounding unconvinced. Then, his face turned wondering, "Say Hermione…Eight pages is really long for a homework…perhaps you can give some of it and I can –"

"No, Ron. You can't." Hermione cut in. "I may be your girlfriend but that doesn't mean I am going to let you copy from me."

"But Hermione!" Ron whined.

"No," Hermione said stonily.

…..

Professor Riddle halted beside her desk to give her the results of written homework.

Hermione looked up, locking eyes with the man as she reached out and took it, carefully avoiding brushing his fingers.

The Professor's gaze was empty of emotion, save for the sardonic curl at the corners of his mouth.

"Miss Granger." He said before moving away from her desk to distribute the rest of the papers.

Hermione looked at the parchment in her hand and did a double-take.

"What's this?" She asked loudly that the entire class' attention turned towards her.

"Why Miss Granger, I didn't know that there is something wrong with your eyes as well as your ears." The Professor said, walking back to her. "Apart from failing to follow a simple instruction, you can't even read your own grade? My, my, it makes me wonder how you are able to get all your Outstandings – "

"But this is a "T"! I never get a "T"!" Hermione exclaimed.

With mounting anticipation running in the air, the entire class watched the confrontation between her and the Professor.

"Well, congratulations! You have finally gotten yourself a 'T'. I dare say, that you earn it." The Professor said in tone that made Hermione incensed all the more.

Hermione stood up abruptly and slammed her hands on the desk in front of her.

"You gave me a Troll?!" Hermione repeated furiously, her eyes blazing. "I demand an explanation as to the reason why you gave me such a low grade in my homework!"

"I just did, but since you ask me to elaborate more." Professor Riddle said. "I can explain to you while your serving your detention with me."

"Detention?! I don't have detention with you!" She said, her voice had gotten higher, but she no longer cared. She was furious at the turn of events.

"Now, you do." Professor Riddle said coldly, his deep blue eyes glaring at her.

Meanwhile, the class of students was silent as they looked at the spectacle before them. The tension in the room was so palpable that you could cut a knife through it.

After noticing the heavy silence in the room, Professor Riddle finally said: "Class dismissed."


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