Title: 1.4 : Mirror of Erised : Carriage Ride
Author: itsjoshua
Rating: M (NC-17)
Word count: 3 358
Status: sorry, not edited. I don't know when it will be. I'm feeling really lazy ;)
Summary: Hermione Granger faces a terrible dilemma when she accidentally travels through time and somehow comes into an unusual creature inheritance. Caught between a rock and a hard place, Hermione depends on a person she knows will only bring trouble.
Disclaimer: I wish I owned everything relating to Harry Potter, but sadly, I don't.
My mother said I must always be intolerant of ignorance but understanding of illiteracy. That some people, unable to go to school, were more educated and more intelligent than college professors. - Maya Angelou
As the day progresses and I become more and more bored, I realize that being in the hospital wing sucks. I've never really spent much time within it, except for in my third year when I was petrified, but even then most of time I was unconscious.
However, it isn't until the nearing of dinner that Ms. Melacholic gives me the clean bill of health.
"There isn't much use keeping you within these four cornered walls," Ms. Melancholic says as she pats my hand with a soft expression. I smile brightly at the mere thought of getting to leave. The hospital wing is most certainty not my friend, and I it.
"Dinner is going to start in three hours time, but Headmaster Dippet tells me, he will allow you to go to Hogsmeade to shop for robes and school supplies," with that she produces a small pouch that I can only assume is filled with wizardry coins. She hands me the small pouch and I accept it gratefully.
"Am I to go alone?" I inquire crossing my fingers to have some time alone and hopefully explore what has suddenly become my future. However, I am sorely disappointed when Ms Melacholic says, "No, you will be attending Hogsmeade with our school's Head Girl." I grimace slightly, but cover it up with a false smile.
"You never been to Hogsmeade, have you?" She questions and I nod my head in agreement with her statement.
"It's not much. Well, at least compared to Diagon Alley, it isn't much," Melacholic starts. "However, there is a few shops that you may find enjoyable," she finishes.
I nod my head and slip off the uncomfortable stiff bed. However, as my feet plant themselves on the ground, I wobble slightly - almost falling until Ms Melacholic catches me. Grateful for her support, I lean against the metal bars of my bed. As I do so, she waves her wand over the length of my body as I try to somewhat sit back on the bed.
A light orange hue spreads over my body and Melacholic tsks at the sight. Not familiar with spells that are medical wise, I ask, "what's wrong?" Melacholic simply shakes her head as she heads to the potion cabinet. The same one I tried to explore just last night.
"Here you go deary," she says as she returns with a strange potion. I raise an eyebrow at the sight of it as she nudges it into my hands. "You body is becoming a lot more dehydrated than I anticipated. This is a lot more stronger than just drinking a glass of water or even the liquidum potion I gave you earlier." she says as runs more diagnostic spells over the length of my body.
Uncorking the small potion bottle, I drink its contents. It tastes unnaturally sweet and I silently agree with the medi-witch. This is strong and I suddenly felt better.
"Thank you," I say as I place the empty bottle on the bedside table.
"You're welcome," came Melacholic's reply as she gave me a soft smile.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Came the resounding sound that echoes through the quiet infirmary. Ms Melacholic stops what she's doing and heads towards the wooden double doors. Opening one of them, she reveals a nicely dressed girl who has a pleasant enough smile.
"Afternoon," she greets. The medi-witch replies with a sound of excitement. She pulls the tall girl into her arms and ushers her in.
"On time as always, Minerva," Melacholic says as she gives the girl a warm smile. I smile too, but freeze when I realize what Melacholic just called the girl. Minerva.
No, it can't be ... is it?
The girl that stands before me is tall with striking pale green eyes, strong jaw and brown hair into a bun. The bun is definitely reminiscent of Professor McGonagall's, but besides that, there really is no resemblance between the two. She seems so carefree and ... happy. The Minerva of my time is strict, and I must admit, a bit uptight.
However, this is 1944, and a lot of time has passed from the time I came from.
I step out of my bed and approach the girl with a soft smile.
"Hello, my name is Hermione," I say with an outstretched hand.
Minerva grasps it tightly and shacks it, "Nice to meet you 'ermione. My name is Minerva. Minerva Mcgonagall," she states with a heavy Scottish accent. I blanch slightly at the mention of her last name, but try not to show it as I release her hand. So she really is my ex-Professor. How strange.
"Miss Hermione," Ms Melacholic calls, catching my attention as I tear my gaze from my very young Professor. "This is the Head Girl that I mentioned to you earlier," the medi-witch says as she gestures to McGonagall and the person in questions smiles proudly, but not obnoxiously so like someone I know - cough - Riddle - cough - who's a right bastard. "The one that will be taking you to get your school items," Melacholic finishes and I nod my head in remembrance.
"Dippet gave me the money to buy your things," Minerva mentions as she produces a small pouch from her pocket and hands it to me. "It's a enough to get the basics and then some," She grins. I take the pouch and open it to see a few gold coins here and there, but mostly silver and bronze ones.
"Thank you," I say trying to show my gratitude, but Minerva waves me off.
"Don't thank me, I'm just a messenger, but I did bring you something extra," she starts as she reaches her pocket and pulls out a miniature bag. Getting out her wand, she waves over the small object and enlarges to reveal a bag that is still small, but not as tiny.
"It's a few things to keep ye' warm," Minerva says as she pulls out stockings, shoes, and some extra clothing articles. "Dumbledore told me ye' didn't have much. So I brought ye' somethings," she says as she hands me the clothes. I take them gratefully into my hands and place some them onto my bed.
"We'll adjust the sizes if they don't fit, but they'll have to do for now," Melacholic says as she picks out a piece of clothing and hold it up in front of her face with a curious gaze before placing it back into my arms.
"This is really nice of you Minerva." Minerva shrugs.
"Just go 'en change. Students will 'ave to return to Hogwarts soon." I nod my head in agreement and head into the same small bathroom that I changed in before.
I place the items that Minerva gave me along the sink and decide what to wear. The style of this time is simple and I like that because I'm not into fancy things. I slip off the white dress Melacholic gave me and I put on the shear stockings. It's a struggle to put them on because I'm not used to wearing them, but they fit nicely nonetheless.
I slip on a white blouse and button it up to the top. It hangs a bit loosely on me, but I ignore it. I choose a thick knee length skirt that is a plain brown and step into it. Pulling it up, I tuck my blouse into my skirt and then finally zip it.
I look at myself in the mirror. It is still strange to think within a matter of seconds I could look so different. I debate turning on the water to wash my hands, but it bothers me slightly to even really think about what will happen if I did.
Instead, I grab my wand and swish it to give myself I good scrougify. It helps, but I don't feel any cleaner.
Stepping out of the bathroom, I face Minerva who smiles happily at me.
"Ye' look lovely 'ermonie," Minerva says as she approaches me. "We should 'ead to the carriages 'efore they leave," Minerva states and I nod in agreement.
"Bye, Ms Melacholic," I say as we leave the infirmary and she smiles warmly at me. As soon as the door shut behind us magically, I turn my attention to Minerva. She looks happier - happier than I've ever seen her. It's kind of weird, but I guess it something I have to get use to.
"You will like Hogsmeade," Minerva says confidently as we walk through the halls of Hogwarts, her leading the way. "Have you been shown around the school yet?" She asks and I shake my head no.
"I've only been given the clean bill of health since this morning," I state matter of factually and Minerva nods her head in understanding.
"If you want, I can show you around," Minerva offers and accept it. As much as I don't need it, I have to pretend I'm new, not only that, I want to see the things that have changed since my time. Hopefully, nothing too major. I don't think I can handle anything too shocking at this point.
"We have to hurry," Minerva mentions as she glances down at her watch. "The carriages leave in five minutes." She grabs my hand we sprint to the front doors of the school. There stands a familiar man with the ever impeccable walrus mustache.
"Professor Slughorn," Minerva greets quickly and hands her pass to him.
"Oh Minerva, one would have thought that you would be in the carriages by now," Professor Slughorn says cheerfully as barely gives a glance towards the pass before handing it to the Head Girl. His eyes focus on me and I see curiosity flash through them.
"Ah, an unfamiliar face. You are?" He asks with a small smile, but I knew he's a bit of greedy bastard when it came to looking for famous people. He practically thrives off his connections to them.
"Miss Hermione," Minvera says before I can even open my mouth. His eyes widen in wonder before he starts to eye me as if I am a new potion experiment. It annoys me greatly, but I pretend to smile for appearances sake.
"Miss Hermione? It's a pleasure to meet you," Slughorn says as he offers a hand for me to shake. Smiling falsely up at him, I grasp his bog beefy hand and greet him back.
"Sorry Professor, but Hermione and I have to catch one of the carriages or we might get left behind," Minerva mentions quickly and Slughorn laughs jollily to himself.
"Of course, of course, on your way now," Slughorn says letting us go by.
We rush quickly through the courtyard and to the last carriage that is getting ready to leave. We stop it just in time and Minerva smiles as at me with a relieved expression in her eyes.
"Just in a nick of time," she jokes as she opens the door to the carriage. I bump into her as she stops unexpectedly. Looking up and into the carriage I realize that is occupied by the last person I wanted see.
"Riddle," Minerva greets shrewdly.
"Mcgonagall," Riddle says with a slight incline of his head before his eyes connected with mine. They were such an icy blue that I feel colder just by staring into them. "Miss Hermione," he finally mutters and suddenly the other boy's interests peek as they peer down at me. A suck in a deep breath as the blond boy leans forward, brushing his blond hair back to get a better view of us. He's like a carbon copy of Draco with his piercing blond hair, pale skin and the sharp grey eyes. He must be Abraxas Malfoy. I don't know much about him except for what Draco told me. He was - or is, I should say, a man who will solidify the Malfoy family as dark one as he helps build Riddle into the man he will become.
He eyes me up and down as I stare at him before settles to give me a small smile. It hurts me deep within because it reminds me Draco so much. I struggle to drag my eyes from him, but when I do, my eyes immediately connect with Riddles. He must have seen everything with the questioning gaze his in his eyes before he turns back to looking at Minerva.
"This is th' last carriage so unfortunately we 'ave to share," Minerva says miserably as she tries to take a step inside the unmoving carriage, but is quickly stopped by the boy who sat next to Draco's grandfather.
"Who says you're allowed in here?" He sneers as he looks down at us with a nasty gleam in his hazel eyes. His hair is dark, but not as dark as Riddle's and definitely not as neat.
"Oi, Lestrange. Just let them in. We're wasting time," Abraxas says rather loudly as he rolls his eyes. I look at the boy in question and try to connect him to the Lestrange I remember in the future, but can't. I bite my lip and follow Minerva who steps fully into the carriage sitting next to Lestrange, leaving me to sit next to Riddle.
I stiffen ever so slightly as I accidentally brush against him and try keep as much distance between us as I can.
'What are you doing?! Why are you cowering before this man?! You mustn't show fear!'
I try to relax as much as I can, but it doesn't work by the amused looks the blond is sending.
"Abraxas Malfoy," he introduces, holding out a pale hand.
"Hermione," I say as I grasp his hand and shake it.
"Oh, I know," Malfoy says. I raise an eyebrow and his smile stretches, "everyone knows about the girl who almost drowned. I dare say, you're quite the talk among the school," he states and I grimace. That isn't good at all. How can I remain invisible when the school already knows about me?
"Oh, really?" I as trying to cover the worry that is starting to plague my heart.
"Yes, but don't worry, nothing bad. Just curiosity," Malfoy reassurance, but I give him a doubtful look. If the students were anything from like my time than there is no such thing as harmless gossip. I can only imagine the horrid tales people came up with by now. "This is Parlock Lestrange, but he goes by Par," Malfoy says and I look to Lestrange to only be greeted by a glare.
"Pleasure," I say and as I try to keep a sneer off of my own face.
The rest of the carriage is quiet and I guess I should have been surprised that Riddle didn't say much, but his quietness only made me nervous. In my opinion, if he isn't talking than he must be plotting something. When the carriage finally came to a stop, Minerva came out first along with Lestrange and Abraxas. I stood up slightly to get out only to have Riddle pull me down.
Damn.
"Let go -"
"-sssservum meum," came out a hiss from Riddle's lips and I convulsed as I fell to the floor of the carriage. There is voices - whispers that wraps themselves around my mind and make eyes roll back as my vision becomes spotty. My mouth opens in a silent scream and I realize that there's a silencing charm on me because my throat feels sore even though theirs no sound.
It hurts. It hurts. It hurts.
And just as suddenly as it appears, it disappears. My vision clears and my body lays in a sweaty mess on the carriage floor. I gasp in of air as I look up to see a smirking Riddle. His eyes a light with what can only defined as happiness, which is never good when it came to him.
There's a banging on the carriage door and with swish of his wand, I feel the dampness of sweat that covers me disappear and he yanks me up so that I'm sitting once again on the seat.
"Do not mention anything that just happened," Riddle demands and I open my mouth to protest only to have it covered his own. My eyes widen in shock as he digs his fingers deep into my long curls and forcefully shoves his tongue into my mouth as I gasp in shock. This kiss is cruel and border lining painful. I try to push myself away from him, but I can't as a haze settles over me. My mind feels detached from my body, but I can feel everything as he prolongs the kiss.
A loud moaning sounds pierces through the carriage and it takes me a moment to realize that it's my own voice.
It isn't until that Riddle pulls away from me that I realize that banging has stopped and that we have more than one pair of eyes staring at us in shock.
"Hermione?" Minerva asks as she looks at us through the door. Both her eyebrows raised as she stares at us disbelievingly.
"I - I, uhm, what?" I question confused as I look at her then at Riddle's somewhat disheveled appearance. Did I really just do that?
Minerva pulls me out the carriage and glares at Riddle, "what did ya do to her?" Minerva hisses her scottish accent becoming more pronounced.
Riddle raises an eyebrow in silent mockery as he pushes pass Minerva to step outside.
"Nothing that the creature didn't deserve," Riddle says flippantly.
"Creature?" Minerva says as her cheeks flush a violent red in anger.
"Yes, now excuse me. You have used more than enough of my precious time," Riddle smirks before leaving to head into Hogsmeade, both Abraxas and Lestrange following behind him.
We watch them disappear and Minerva turns slowly to me with a worried expression.
"Hermione?" Minerva asks with a questioning glance.
I open my mouth to tell her what truly happened, but I can't.
"I - I," is all that can come out of my mouth. Why can't I say it? He says some spell that causes enormous amount of pain. How hard is it to say? "He - He." I frown. What the heck?
"Do not mention anything that just happened."
What exactly did Riddle do to me?
"It's 'kay, ya can tell me later," Minerva says with a small smile.
Author's note:
Another long awaited chapter *sigh* sorry for the lack of updates. At least it wasn't like six months or something :)
Uhm, I didn't plan for them to kiss. In fact, I had a whole different plan, but now I'm moving that chapter plot to the next one. I don't know what to do with Hermione and Tom, but some sexy time, might happen sooner than I thought if I'm already writing a kissing scene ;) I guess I'll just wing through the whole story in terms of their relationship.
Anyways, feel free to tell what you think about my story, I really do appreciate it!
- itsjoshua
