Hi so this is chapter 6, was kind of difficult to write, as although I know what I want to write in future chapters, I don't have a lot of ideas at the moment. So please review and help. The reviews I've had have been really encouraging not to just give up on this story (promise I wont) and I'll try to work on spelling even though I know I'm terrible. PLEASE REVIEW it makes me happy. Thank you for reading J hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 6

"Okay, smile on the count of 3, 1,2,3," a sudden burst of bright light blinded Ron when the camera's flash went off. Hermione smiled as she turned it around to look at the picture she had just taken of her and Ron.
"Why is it not moving?" Ron's confused face, as he was trying to look closer, made Hermione smile.
"I told you Ron, muggle's pictures don't move." said Hermione tacking the camera away from his prying fingers. He reluctantly let his grip loosen as he grumbled a complaint about how stupid it was.
"This way we can capture a single second and remember a whole moment." Hermione said smiling as Ron wrapped his arms around her. He leant in and pressed his forehead against her.
"Ron, I love you," Hermione breathed out blissfully.
"I'll love you till the day I die."

Hermione gasped for breaths as her eyes shot open, bringing her back to reality. The dreams that she was having was like being in heaven as she dreamt them, but a nightmare when she woke up. She didn't want to keep having to remember Ron, remember that he died. Having to dream fake memories was killing her.

Tom stared at the ceiling, his mind in the state of being half asleep, half awake. His thoughts wandered between different things, his future plan, his hate for muggles and now a certain girl.
The noise students slowly made their way to breakfast fully woke him up. His hand swept against his eyes and his finger rubbed circular circles on his temples. Waking up had never been a strong point, but he felt the need to be prompt for breakfast. He felt if he showed sign of laziness then his fellow classmates may take it as a sign of weakness.

He quickly climbed out of bed and walked straight over to the shower, trying to become fully awake. While letting the cold liquid pour down on him, he slowly slid to the bottom of the shower and wrapped his arms around his legs. Curling up into a ball made him feel safer and was something he started doing at the orphanage. It always made him feel as if he was preparing for the day by showing his insecurity and weakness only to himself. He knew his plans were beginning sooner than he imagined and it scared him. He was desperate for it to work, scared if he failed and exited.

He stood back up, got dressed and made his way down the corridors to the great hall. People mumbled "hi" along the way and although he couldn't care less about any of the, he nodded politely will a small smile to keep up his image.

As he expected, less than half the population was in the hall, but would all arrive in the next 10-15 minutes. He took his seat were Abraxas would soon join him, he wasn't so sure about Granger. The "date" hadn't gone exactly as Abraxas had planned which worked in favour of Toms plan. He would just have to speak to the Weasel soon.
Hermione had sat through Charms, bored to her wits as the professor refused to let her answer any questions. She wasn't overjoyed about her next class either seeing as Riddle was going to be in it. As she walked down the corridor a certain mob of red hair caught her attention.

"Hello," she smiled warmly but was returned by a slightly scared and annoyed expression.

"Hey, Granger can I talk to you for a second," he replied stopping and looking uncomfortably around the sea of Hogwarts students.

"Sure."

"We cant talk anymore, or even be friends. I'm sorry and I wish it didn't have to be this way, but please don't speak to me or any of my friends," he quickly gushed out them started walking away.

Hermione was so confused, her head spinning around, she felt as if she had been rejected. She didn't know whether to curl up in a ball and cry or throw a tantrum at him. Tell him that his great grand son obviously didn't find her so unattractive that he was embarrassed to be seen with her. That he held her hand and wanted everyone to know that she was his and he was hers. That he loved her.

Because of the brief encounter she had to go through, Hermione became the last person to set into the classroom. The only seat that was empty was next to Riddle, which made her seriously contemplate just walking out. But she enjoyed Transfiguration which might make having to sit next to Riddle sufferable.

"Granger," he said, acknowledging her presence.

"Riddle," she replied, hoping he wouldn't try to talk to her for any longer. She wasn't in the mood to deal any bullshit from anyone and everyone time Riddle spoke, some offensive and insulting would undoubtedly would come out.

"How is school?"

"Fantastic," Hermione's voice dripped with sarcasm as the professor walked into the room.

"Really? Because it seems to me that you don't have any friends," he said, his voice dropping lower as the professor started speaking.

"I've gone through a lot worse Riddle, so if you think that nobody talking to me would upset me, your wrong. Besides, you have no friends and you seem to be fine."

"Miss Granger, do you have something you wish to tell the class?" All eyes turned to her, except Riddles. But a smirk plastered against his lips.

Hermione wasn't stupid, there was a reason that people would look around uncomfortably if she tried to speak to them. It took her up until this lesson to work it out. Him sitting next to her made it so much more obvious and she was seething. How dare he warn people to stay away from her. For his own sick enjoyment, watching someone become more and more miserable.

Once the lesson was over and Hermione and Riddle both exited the room, she tugged the sleeve of his robe to grab his attention. He whipped around quickly, an expression of annoyance plastered on his face when he noticed it was her.

"Ha-ha, this game that your playing is hilarious. But I am sick of you thinking you can walk over me and you have greatly underestimated what I know. I know a lot more than you think I know. I know more than the teachers, I know more than the students and I know more than you."

Granger said it with so much venom in her voice, he doubted whether his judgments about her was right. Her voice hadn't quivered when she spoke it, her eyes didn't avoid eye contact and she managed to stand up to him, a very risky thing to do.

"Oh, do you now?" Tom replied, his best smile spreading over his lips. He put one hand against the wall behind he head, trapping her from moving. To the other pupils that were walking past, this would look as if he had interest in her. The smile on her lips and that hand against the wall, but he knew that she would see it as torture.

"I would love for you to prove that to me Granger," he whispered into her ear, leaning up close. His breath tickled he skin and increased her heart rate. He could see her pupils dilate slightly and how a layer of Goosebumps rose on her arms. Plus, her blush gave it away. He was having an effect on her. The thought of her reacting somehow made him happier, knowing he had another way of power over her.

"Maybe I will prove it," she whispered back just as softly, only he could hear the bitter kick edging into her voice.
He leaned away from her smiling and walked off, doing his best not to look back and see her hazed expression.