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Tom knocks on the door at that precise moment. "You summoned me professor."

"Yes Riddle I did. This lovely young lady has just been sorted in Slytherin house. I was wondering if you would take her to her common room? Seeing how your a prefect."

" Of course sir, it will be my pleasure." Tom says in a professional manner. "May I enquire your name?"

" My name is Hermione Evans, and I was home schooled by my parents until a week ago when they were murdered by Grindelwald's followers."

" That's so sad, sorry for your loss." Tom says with false sadness. Sorry for your loss, Pish you foul loathsome evil murderous little snake. He bows and brought her hand to his lips and kisses it his sharp hazel eyes never leaving her honey ones. Hermione resists the urge to wipe her hands on her skirt and spit in his face. But he sees her discomfort. So he enquires "What's wrong?"

" Oh, nothing just that nobody has ever given me such a loving gesture."

"Oh how sad." Tom said falsely. " I will show you to your dormitory now." he said taking her tiny hand loosely in his much larger one.