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Chapter four
Hermione ended up running to her room, trying to escape the footsteps following her. She's had enough people around her –especially tom riddle. She came to her room and closed the door hurriedly, but someone's foot stopped it from closing. Hermione groaned as she watched Draco Malfoy enter her room.
"Are you okay?" He asked. Hermione studied him, why would he even care?
"I'm fine." She replied while sitting down on her bed. Draco followed suite.
"That's not how the scale goes, Hermione. It's great, good, okay, I hate you, and then I'm fine."
Hermione laughed at this and Draco smiled.
"Since when do you have a sense of humor?" She asked.
"I always have."
"I can't believe they killed them." She whispered.
"I saw it coming." Draco murmured. Hermione didn't have the energy to carry on with this conversation, she yawned and leaned back on the head board.
"you tired?" Draco asked.
"Extremely."
Without saying a word Draco pulled the blanket over top of Hermione and climbed in next to her.
"What are you doing?" She asked as she felt hands wrap around her body and herself being pressed into Draco's back.
"instead of thinking about your parents you can think about how awkward you feel because I'm here."
He pressed a gentle kiss on her neck and Hermione stiffened, then relaxed. He's just doing this to help her, she thought.
Hermione fell asleep, dreaming about a certain blond boy.
. . .
Waking up next to Draco Malfoy was the weirdest experience Hermione has ever endured. She was cocooned in his arms with her face nuzzled into his chest.
"morning." He said in a raspy voice.
"Oh, um. Good morning." Hermione stuttered. Why did she feel so awkward and out of place? They were supposed friends now. Then again, she never did this with Ron or Harry. As much as Hermione loves Draco's company, she doesn't like him anymore than that. He's at least better than Tom, She thought… Is he?
"I think breakfast is ready." He murmured into her bushy hair.
"Alright then, lets go."
Though, as Hermione turned around to get up she feel a hard thing press into her leg. Oh god no, she thought. No, no, no, no, no, no. Draco Malfoy does not have an erection. Hermione rose and hurried into the closet with a very red face.
"It's normal." She whispered to herself. "Happens all the time." Hermione slowed her breathing and walked out the closet, getting ready to head for breakfast when she was met with a very naked Draco.
"Oh, sorry." She closed her eyes and turned around. Draco just chuckled and approached her, hopefully with some clothes on.
"It's really, fine, Hermione." He said while wrapping his arms around her waist. Hermione felt very uncomfortable again slithered her way out of his arm.
She began jogging to her door, opened and yelled "see you at breakfast!" while running down the hall.
Hermione stopped and stood against the brick wall. How could he even be into her? She thought. Just a few months ago she was a 'mudblood' and a 'loser' and a 'bookworm'. She was filthy. But somehow the handsome Draco Malfoy had found his way into her life more than a family friend or friend.
Hermione needed to pull herself together and put an end to this – whatever it is. Hadn't she noticed she was sort of leading him on.
She arrived in the dining area and stopped in her track when she looked at her pare- Bellatrix and Rodolphus, along with them the Malfoys and Voldemort. Tears threatened her eyes but she held them back. As quickly as she could, Hermione grabbed a plate, and dished off some food.
"Please sit down darling." Bellatrix said as Hermione began walking away. She didn't reply and kept walking. Going to her room wasn't safe in case Draco was there- so Hermione turned to the only other place she didn't despise here. The library.
Settling down in a comfy chair, Hermione grabbed the book stationed beside her Julius Caesar, another muggle play, she thought. Opening to the first page Hermione began to read and eat her breakfast.
The play reminded her a bit of Lord Voldemort. The way Caesar craved power and was too blinded to see many things. The way it was so obvious the outturn of events and the betrayal.
Voldemort was a cold blooded killer, but Tom Riddle, even though they were the same person, seemed kinder, warmer and more normal. Hermione was actually becoming more fond of Tom.
"Hermione?"
Hermione looked up from her booking, seeing a blond boy, and got a little bit sadder inside.
"Are you alright?" He asked.
"Fine thanks." She replied
"Sorry about earlier, if it was kind of awkward."
"Oh no, it's fine it wasn't." She replied, getting up to put her book away.
"Good." Draco said, once again coming behind her.
Hermione was facing the bookshelf when she felt the familiar arms wrapping around her.
"Draco-"
"Oh c'mone, Hermione. I know you like me." He began trailing kisses down her neck. Hermione stiffened.
"No- Draco stop." Hermione tried to push back but he held her tighter, His hand groping her and feeling every inch.
"STOP! PLEASE! DRACO GET OFF OF ME!" She yelled.
"Shhhh baby" He said in her ear, slamming her up to the bookshelf. "You are just too fine." He finished sliding his hand under her shirt.
At this point Hermione let out a full blown scream. Within a second she felt Draco being ripped from her body. She turned around, cradling herself to see a very scared Draco looking up at a very scary Voldemort.
"leave." Voldemort hissed. "NOW!"
Draco ran from the library was Voldemort turned around so Hermione was facing tom Riddle.
"Are you okay?" He asked, grabbing her arm and pulling her over to a chair.
"Everyone keeps asking me that." She replied. "Yes, I'm fine. Thank you."
Tom looked a little dumb founded by her appreciation, but played it off easily. It was much better looking at Tom than a snake Voldemort.
"Do you wish Draco to be punished?" He asked, sitting down in an arm chair and pulling Hermione to sit on his lap.
Hermione sat on Tom and leaned into his chest, feeling relaxed. "No, I don't." She said.
"Why?"
"Because I don't want him to have that satisfaction."
Tom picked up the play she was reading earlier and opened it to where it was book marked.
"You're reading another Shakespeare?" He asked.
"Yes, have you read it?"
"without a doubt."
Hermione smiled to herself. Almost forgetting the entire incident that happened. She was barley shaken up. Without warming, Tom began to read the play from where she left off. It was soothing to listen to his voice, especially with the hiss in it. Hermione laid her head on his shoulder and breathed in his scent. She closed her eyes and listened to the play.
Hermione was sure how long they sat there- but she opened her eyes when Tom finished reading the play, both looking very tired.
"Thank you," Hermione whispered. "For everything."
They stared into each other's eyes for a brief moment until Hermione felt soft lips press against hers. A tingling sensation ran through her body and a warmth in her chest. Never had she felt this when a boy kissed her. It was brief, short, and sweet kiss shared between Hermione Gra-Lestrange and Tom Riddle, a pairing of the most unexpected.
"Thank you, Miss Lestrange." Tom said.
