Hello my dear ones. I'm sorry I was away for so long! I went to Bath to visit one of my greatest idols - Jane Austen! (Not literally her of course) But there's a fantastic 'experience' and museum there for her and her work, so if you get the chance - GO! And now I'm back baby, I'm back! Anyhow, this is it folks. Chapter 7. It probably won't be as good as I'm still a little shook but I hope it pleases you anyhow. This chapter will contain A LOT of possessive Tom and an exploration of the more 'Slytherin-like' Hermione, so I hope you enjoy. Also I still can't get full access to my reviews - apparently there's a bug in the new update(?) - so I've tried to get as many of you as I could! And please remember if you have a question for me you can always inbox it to me. :) Anywho, I hope your Easters are going fantastically, and on with chapter seven!

Chapter 7

Winter was fast approaching and Hermione was growing ever more excited for the Solstice. Although Tom teased her about her fancy winter coats and gloves - almost identical to the ones Aunt Estella had gotten him - there was nothing she loved better, at this time of year, then playing out in the snow and feeling it tickle her eyelashes as it drifted from the sky. She'd heard the snow in Scotland was vastly heavier than that of London snow but she was excited nonetheless. Whilst she was a little dismayed that they were too young to attend the Yule Ball - furthermore upsetting as she'd attended many grand parties with her parents and Uncle Leo since her infancy. There was to be fair held in the great hall for the 1st, 2nd and 3rd years.

This was not unlike the Halloween celebrations they'd held at the castle just two months prior. Though this one would not be held partially on the grounds - as the professors were worried about the cold conditions. Halloween was an exciting affair; the Hogwarts ghosts put on quite a show for them, seeming excited for the season, the Bloody Baron and Grey Lady set aside their differences and helped spook the first years and professors alike. Even the fat Friar had Dippet running from his office. The Samhain fair had been lovely though; she and Tom had spent a full afternoon running between the pumpkin patches and picking new materials from the merchants that came to visit the castle.

Sat in front of the fireplace, her eyes swimming from focusing so hard on her sewing, Hermione wiped at her eyes dismissively and glanced downwards. At her feet was Tom, cursing quietly so as not to disturb her - her impatience for thimbles left her vulnerable and his interruptions led to pierced thumbs and arctic tempers. He continued poking his wand at the pumpkin they had picked out together, not noticing her attention. As she moved to continue her stitching, a particularly loud curse word hit her ears. Looking down at him once more and putting down her sewing, Hermione sighed.

"Tom, if Mrs Cole were here you'd be eating chalk right now. Please stop cursing."

"I'll stop cursing when this bloody thing does what I tell it too!" Hermione raised an eyebrow at this.

"You know you've been doing that for over an hour; what on earth are you trying to carve?" Tom thrust down his wand in frustration and threw his head back against her thigh. She watched him huff for a little while before chuckling lightly and running her fingers lightly through his hair. He relaxed instantly, tilting his chin up slightly so he could see her smile, which she wore just for him.

"Sorry princess," His own half smile was enough to melt her heart and she scooted from the sofa and joined him on the floor. They stared at the pumpkin together, cogs in both their heads turning thoughtfully.

"Where am I going wrong?"

"Are you using that diffindo spell we saw in Marisol Spencer's book?" The silly 2ndyear was always leaving things in the hallways.

"Yes precious, and I've checked my wand movements multiple times but still I cannot get smooth lines. I'd've better luck had I chewed it!" He swished angrily again and brought another ragged gash to the centre of the squash. Hermione shook her head fondly and covered his wand hand with hers.

"If you're going to be a king one day you must learn some patience. You're far to angry to get anything smooth - angry thoughts, angry lines silly!" She pulled his hand smoothly and drew out the twirl and point needed. Instantly the pumpkin's nose became defined and the jagged edges were shorn away. The greedy look in Tom's eyes returned as she pulled her hand away and he swiftly completed their lantern.

"I don't need patience silly girl. That's what I have you for!" They whispered the spell for the flame inside and Tom levitated it to the window sill. Hermione leant her head again his shoulder and breathed warmly; the warmth from the fireplace was making her sleepy and she closed her eyes against their light.

"Do you remember our first Halloween at the orphanage, Tom?"

"Must you always bring up that awful place Hermione." She couldn't see his expression, but she knew his tone was not an angry one.

"It was in the first month of our friendship Tom, you must remember." He shifted slightly beside her and she felt his soft hair brush her forehead as a weight settled upon her crown.

"Of course I remember, silly princess. You were very upset because you weren't going to be at your house. Kept saying something about "souling" and poor people with cakes. If you weren't my first friend I'd have called you a mad woman."

"You enjoyed the apple bobbing though."

"I'm just glad I didn't have to wear one of those ghastly costumes you kept talking about."

"If Aunt Estella were there, she would've made you. They get big headed and knock kneed for that where she comes from." Tom chuckled lightly and squeezed her head lightly between his and his shoulder.

"Maybe next year precious."

"I'll hold you to that."

Though the holiday spirit had been high in both children so far, Hermione couldn't help but feel Tom's happiness had drooped lately especially as the seasons changed. He still wasn't too fond of Akila, not having forgiven her for the snake pecking incident, but he didn't admonish her for allowing the bird to sit at their table as she fed her slivers of bacon like he normally would. As she laughed with the 'twins' over breakfast, he barely touched his porridge beside her and didn't even flinch as Crouch threw a spoonful over his head at a rowdy Gryffindor 3rd year that was passing. In the back of her mind she decided to move her plans for his birthday up a notch and made a mental note to owl Aunt Estella before she and Uncle Leo went away. Taking his hand as they walked to class he seemed to perk up a bit and even stopped her from chewing at her fingers as they sat, but she watched him vigilantly all through potions and history of magic. By the time defense against the dark arts had begun she had calmed herself and tried to relax and enjoy their usual competitive vibe. But his spark disappeared halfway through the class and by lunchtime she'd worried herself spare. For the rest of the day she continued to watch him, noting her observations for mood abnormalities and unusual responses from him. For the first time in their friendship, his eyes gave nothing away to her; she'd always known how to read him, and now that she couldn't it worried her most of all.

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Tom was frustrated. It'd been at least two months since Abraxas had told him of his "supposed" pureblood roots and he had gotten no where. Slamming the library book closed he shot it atop a pile of re-shelving books that was floating by and summoned the next. Sighing, he stared across the table at the empty seat across from him. He'd considered asking Hermione for help but those darker parts of himself - the parts he discovered before he had her - told him it would upset her. Tom could understand this. He was sure that even the dunced likes of Crouch knew his regard for her. He himself had considered that he wasn't entirely sure the depth of their connection and - collectively - his connection to Leo and Estella too. But he needed to find who he was, it was something he had to do, like a broken puzzle with a missing piece. He had a twisted image of a mother who died for him, and his father could be anything from a begging muggle to a great wizard. Gaunt had to be his father. He always thought that his mother had given him Riddle, Mrs Cole wasn't clever enough for that. There was no way a pureblood witch would die giving birth to him in a disgusting place like Wool's. No. It had to be his father. He knew he was at least a half blood, all he had to do was find his family.

"As far as I know they're all dead anyhow."

That was what Abraxas had said. It was no matter to him, he just wanted names, dates, anything that proved he existed. That he came from somewhere. It was better that they were dead anyhow. It meant they didn't leave him. That he would've been wanted, if they even knew he existed in the first place.

Hermione. That little part of him whispered. She always wanted him. No matter the foul mood or the deafening silence he was in. She was always there. As soon as he found them he'd tell her, she'd be the first to know. He'd track them and they'd go and find them together, just the two of them. As it should be. It was a silly fantasy, but one he thought about more and more these days.

The more he stared at her chair, the more he missed her. She spent far too much time with the Black brothers for his liking. It wasn't as irritating as when the elder cousin was around, but he vastly preferred when she was with Druella - even though she took her away for an entire week, he was given daily updates whenever he requested. Since then he'd decided that she could keep that friend, especially after her trouble with the girls at Wool's and those two other first year chits. While it was to his advantage that she was kept occupied whilst he conducted his research, he still found himself wishing she was beside him. Reciting the key elements of detective work and mapping out the locations in his fragmented memories. It was time he went to find her, there'd been enough separation for the evening.

Rolling his head around on his neck and cracking his shoulders; no normal child would be used to the aches of an adult twice their age, but the beatings and hard labour he'd received for most of his life had caused his body to speed up it's growing process to accommodate the harsh environment. Over his first few classes here at Hogwarts, many of the teachers had been surprised at the deep gravelly quality of his voice, but eventually the wrinkled brows ceased. Stretching as he stood, he flicked the books atop another floating pile and made his way out of the library, nodding politely at the librarian as he passed. As he entered the hallway, his feet carried him automatically towards the Great Hall - he'd agreed to meet Hermione and the other's for dinner - as his eyes wandered, watching the moving painting all around him. He'd found ease in learning his way around the castle, having always been good at finding his way - Cygnus had joked that he should've been a Hufflepuff, and had gotten a bruised nose for his troubles. He'd quickly figured out his favourite and least favourite portraits from the amount of noise they made as he passed them. The 4th floor corridor that housed the dreadful, shrieking woman and baby - that reminded him of Walburga's rants - and the irritating squadron of chattering gnomes was a particular red area for him

As he reached the Great Hall, he saw Hermione's curls bouncing along as Alphard shepherded her towards the doors. His eyes narrowed watching the boy's hands on her shoulders and the laughter in her cheeks. Mine, rumbled that dark part of him and, as if she'd heard him, her head whipped around, scanning the crowd until she spotted him. Her cheeks reddened even further as she grinned at him and stopped, waving him over. Tom felt a little smile grace his face, she always knew when he was there. Her King's presence.

They were sat in the common room, her back was against his shoulder and his hands ran softly through her curls as Abraxas regaled them with another tale about playing children's quidditch. He was halfway through telling them about his 'magnificent' dive that caused Crabbe's broom to launch him into the pond when a screeching laugh interrupted him.

"Well well well, if it isn't the firsties. Story before bedtime is it? I'm surprised a family as refined as yours would let you participate in such a rugged game as quidditch Abraxas. My father certainly wouldn't approve!" Abraxas pointed his nose in the air and regarded her through the slits of his lidded eyes.

"Considering my father bought it for me, I daresay he doesn't care."

"My father is a major quidditch supporter. And donates to our team regularly." Crabbe grumbled at her.

"Yeah!" Nodded Crouch enthusiastically. "My dad helps coach the younger leagues." His beaming face fell as Walburga laughed shrilly at him.

"Well that would be why I didn't mention either of your families. They lack the stature of ours." Tom watched as Cygnus rolled his eyes and nudged Alphard as Orion moved into action.

"Come now Walburga, it's a wizarding sport is it not? Why even Slytherin has a team here. Are we not to be proud of our house for their achievements as they are too 'rough'?"

"Oh don't be a martyr cousin. You know just as well as I do that your father wouldn't approve either. There's a reason neither you or these two disappointments play. Though the lack of talent on their part speaks for itself."

"Oy!" The two Black brothers stood up indignantly. Tom smiled a little to himself at their idiocy as Hermione stretched nervously against him. He didn't even have to look to pull her hands away from her mouth.

"Don't be too offended brothers, it's not like you're the worst of the bunch here." As her eyes fell on he and Hermione, Tom moved forwards on the sofa. His jaw setting in place as his teeth clenched.

"Walburga" Orion said slowly in a warning tone, placing himself in front of her. But she moved around him, a vile grin spreading on her twisted face.

"No, no, Orion. I think we all know who the real vermin is here." Hermione straightened and turned slightly under his arm, Tom slid back into the sofa so as to hold her better. A small smile graced his face, and he looked the witch dead in the eye. There was a dead silence in the group as they all watched him cautiously.

"Cygnus, Alphard. I suggest you control your sister's tongue. Or I'll make it so she never speaks again." The rest of the group gaped in surprise. Orion took a step back and even Walburga's face whitened.

Tom looked at Hermione in astonishment. He'd never heard her voice go so clear and cold. Even her eyes had grown darker, instead of her usual liquid gold, they were a burning Amber. It was as if she was a different person, as if she was filled with darkness. As if she was, him. Still he recovered quickly and let out a loud laugh. Everyone else seemed to relax at this too and Abraxas straightened his hair and turned to look at Walburga.

"As if anyone would miss that voice." And they all burst out laughing. Even Orion chuckled lightly as Walburga stomped from the common room.

They were still laughing even after Abraxas finished his story.

"That was a corker 'Brax." Cygnus guffawed lightly. "But blimey Hermione, he was right about you two." Tom nodded in agreement, looking down at his blushing queen.

"Always surprising." He murmured.

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"Tom!" Hermione beamed at his side. They'd just sat down for dinner and she was spooning carrots onto her plate as Abraxas sat down at her other side. Looking across at Druella and Alphard - who were both sulking about something - she passed the carrots to Abraxas and called Tom's name again.

"I heard you Hermione, I heard you." He grumbled affectionately. She knew he could never be annoyed with her but she hated when he didn't answer her.

"Did you get the letter I left out?" He looked puzzled.

"Letter?"

"I left it in the common room. I thought you said you were reading in there?" Realisation seemed to click in his dark eyes.

"Oh, no sorry Hermione. I went to the library. Must've missed it." She didn't entirely believe him, but there seemed no reason to worry. Yet.

"I'm assuming you either read it Hermione, or you got one also?" Inquired Abraxas from her other side and she nodded enthusiastically.

"Oh for Salazar's sake Hermione, just tell me." She grinned and bounced in her seat.

"Since this is the last week of classes, they released the results for the end of term class results… And you and I were joint top!" She was so happy she almost knocked her fork onto the floor, but Tom grabbed it and smiled at her fondly, placing it back onto the table.

"It seems our skills cannot be separated then Hermione, looks like neither of us win."

"Win?" Abraxas said confusedly. And Druella laughed, shaking her head at him.

"Didn't you know 'Brax? They compete at almost everything." Cygnus groaned loudly making Hermione and Tom laugh.

"Don't get them started Rosier! Enough of this boring school stuff, term time is almost up. We all have to go home soon and see our parents again." The mood of the group dropped at his words. Though the hall still buzzed with noise around them, their table seemed silent and Hermione looked around puzzled.

"Why the glum faces? I thought you would be pleased to go home? 'Ella?" Druella shook her head.

"You don't get it Hermione. Going home to our families isn't a cause for celebration. It signals the end of fun and freedom."

"No more pranks for a whole month!" Wailed Cygnus.

"No more laughing or slouching." Chimed in Alphard dismally. Abraxas nodded in agreement.

"My father will probably have more shapeless wretches throwing themselves at me at our annual Malfoy ball." Beside her, Tom stifled a laugh and Hermione glared at him.

"Mine's not normally so bad." Said Lestrange, who'd stopped with Crabbe as they were walking by. "My mother is taking my sister and I to another mountain retreat."

"I'm coming with you then." Crabbe leered. "Especially if that sister of yours will be there." He never failed to make Hermione uncomfortable, and she was glad for one that she was not Lestrange's sister. Lestrange chased him out of the hall as the rest of the group laughed.

"Idiots." Tom muttered beside her and she smiled at him.

"So what about you two?" Alphard asked, smiling at her. "Will you be going back to your Godparents? Or is it, um… The er-" Tom glared at him.

"If you mean 'The Orphanage', then your answer is no." He said coldly and Hermione shushed him.

"Sorry Alphard, and no we're just staying here for the holidays together."

"Lucky." Grumbled Druella and Cygnus together. Hermione smiled fondly at them. Her romantic side said that one day those two would be married. But she dared not say it to Ella's face.

They'd just about finished their meal and had stood to leave when Professor Dumbledore appeared at their table.

"Hello Miss Granger, Mister Riddle." He twinkled down at them.

"Evening Professor." Hermione beamed. The rest of their classmates excused themselves.

"See you in the common room Hermione." Druella waved and she pushed a moping Alphard along. Dumbledore smiled at them all and turned back to Hermione and Tom.

"I hear congratulations are in order? Top of your classes at terms end. Most impressive!" Tom raised an eyebrow at Hermione, but she ignored him and thanked him, elbowing Tom to do the same.

"Yes very good, very good. Now, I was wondering if you both wouldn't mind coming with me for a little while?" Hermione was curious, but before she could ask why, Tom had already asked.

"Why? What have we done?" Albeit it was a little more suspicious and rude then she would have done but she wanted to know also. Instead of being offended, Dumbledore just chuckled.

"Nothing my boy, nothing at all. I am just the professor in charge of transition for students who do not have a magical background. It's just a conversation, nothing more. That and I received a letter that I think I should discuss with the two of you." Tom still looked skeptical and Dumbledore chuckled again.

"I promise I wont keep you long, you'll be back with your friends long before curfew Mr Riddle." After a swift kick to her scowling best friend, Hermione nodded her assent, along with a reluctant Tom, and they walked to the transfiguration professor's office together.

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"Now then," Dumbledore huffed, sitting in his chair amiably and starting the tea with his wand. "Would either of you like a sherbet lemon?" Hermione shook her head politely and Tom replied a terse no. He wasn't quite sure what the old man was up to, but he was sure he wasn't going to play niceties. He couldn't understand why Hermione was so willing to sit and listen to him, but then again she respected him greatly whereas Tom just thought he was suspicious. Suspicious or not however, Tom had to admit that his office was spectacular. Objects, oddities and curiosities were everywhere and he was itching to get his hands on them and examine them. Hermione didn't approve of his sticky fingers, but sometimes he missed the rush he felt possessing all he saw.

"I'll begin then shall I? How do you two think you've been doing so far at Hogwarts? Hermione, you first I assume?" Tom nodded at her to go.

"Oh it's been fantastic professor, better than I'd ever imagined. I love all our classes, well I'll be glad to drop Quidditch studies next year, but it's all so interesting and fascinating! And don't even get me started on your library here, I just wish I could get my nose in the restricted section. Oh I bet the books in there would be swell, perhaps it's like my father used to say about forbidden fruit- Oh and then there's- And I thought, Gee!" Hermione was talking so fast at this point, Tom had to hold back a laugh. He was used to her passionate - slightly unhinged - tangents but Dumbledore's face seemed to not know how to react. He considered letting it play out, but last time she'd overheated the lamp in their bedroom at the orphanage and he'd been blamed.

"Hermione, princess, take a breath!" She snapped of her trance and blushed prettily, looking down at her knees. Dumbledore chuckled as Tom patted his hand over Hermione's and she smiled at him bashfully.

"Sorry Professor," But she was cut off.

"Nonsense child," Dumbledore said amiably. "I enjoy a little chaos now and then myself." With that he raised a hand and the unusual trinkets Tom'd been eyeing floated into the air.

"Whether in action, or in thought." Dumbledore twinkled at Tom, a wry smile forming. The old coot could read minds! Tom thought in surprise. The ongoing smile confirmed this and as, the objects floated back to their rightful places, Tom made a mental note to add this ability to their research list.

"Now, how about you Tom? How has your experience been here at Hogwarts?" Hermione smiled at him encouragingly and he almost rolled his eyes at her eagerness.

"It has been most, interesting Professor." There was a small pause. As if the man expected him to keep going, but he did not. Clearing his throat slightly, Dumbledore nodded at him.

"Wonderful, wonderful. Well that's that settled. Continuing on, as you both know, you achieved the highest scores in your year for this term and - as is customary - your guardians were notified of this. However, as you both belong to the orphanage 'Wool's' - a muggle residence, I opted to have them sent to your Godparents Hermione, your letter too Tom." Hermione smiled happily and Tom looked up in surprise; he had been aware that their carers would be notified, but he had just assumed that it would go to Mrs Cole, who would use it as kindling like she did with all the post that wasn't interesting to her. A small spark inside of him was pleased that it was going to someone who care about his achievement - besides Hermione.

"Subsequently," Dumbledore continued. "I received a letter. Though it addressed to me, I rather think it would interest the two of you and I would like your opinions. Would you like to read it?" Hermione looked over at Tom puzzledly and he shrugged back at her. Dumbledore handed her the letter and he peeked over her shoulder as she began to read.

"Dear Albus,

I was so delighted to read your news, to be indiscreet, I got so jittery that I almost dropped it into the fireplace! What a silly creature I am. We're away this week as you know and Leo and the boys are away hunting at the moment, but I would love if you would drop by soon for some tea. I remember how much you enjoyed our winter manor. I'll even make it Home Country style if you're especially charming. I may be reformed, but I still know a little something about Mama's famous ice tea. Also Marta and Vasilisa made those lemon cakes you like so much, so floo in anytime!

Now dear, you must do a favour for me. I know you, my husband and the darling children made an agreement, it is difficult for us to see them with that vile lawyer man breathing down our necks. But you must allow them to visit us for a weekend this coming New Years Eve as I'm throwing a soiree here at the manor. We didn't get to see our angel for her birthday and that handsome little fella Tom's is coming up too. This award is just the icing on the cake, and what fantastic cake there will be! I'll run it past Leo later on - not that he'll change my mind. It'll just be two days release, they won't miss any of their classes I know they'd hate missing a chance to learn - young-un's have such a work ethic these days, we couldn't be prouder. You're invited too sugar, just mind you don't bring that vile Slughorn again, fella really curdles my cream the wrong way.

Let me know what days to expect them and I'll get the maid's a buzzing.

Well wishes to you,

Estella Grigori"

He couldn't speak. For the first time in a long time, Tom's mind was completely barren. The whirring of Dumbledore's gizmos filled the room as he forced himself to blink and read it again. Three reads and a deep breath later he finally sat up and looked around. These people were constantly surprising him. Just when he thought his patrons couldn't get anymore eccentric, here they were drafting a letter requesting their extraction for a party to the Deputy Headmaster. A party in their honour. Beside Tom, Hermione was tracing her Aunt's beautiful signature. He couldn't understand how she could be so calm at a time like this, of course she knew her godparents much better then he did but it was inconceivable that she could have predicted this.

"Well then Professor, have you thought of any dates?" Tom was gobsmacked. What was wrong with her? They couldn't possibly be allowed to this function, they weren't even permitted to the school events and Dippet was anything but a reasonable man.

"What makes you think I have Miss Granger?" Uh oh, thought Tom. Back to formalities princess, serves her right for not being shocked.

"You wouldn't have shown us the letter if you had not already decided Sir. You are not one to be cruel I think." Tom scoffed inwardly as Hermione glared at him, daring him to contradict her. Dumbledore simply chuckled again.

"You would be right there Hermione. I am caught, but I meant what I said about wanting your opinions." Hermione nodded eagerly and Tom rolled his eyes. This was such a waste of his time. Why couldn't the magical loon play mind games on his own, it wasn't as if they'd actually be allowed to go. Tom took a sip of his tea as Dumbledore steepled his forefingers. It was cold but still tasted warmly of caramel.

"Dippet agreed to some dates this morning," A coughing noise interrupted him.

Air, need air. Tom was choking on his tea. Hermione patted him on the back but he was still wide and watery eyed. Dumbledore coughed a little himself.

"As I was saying. He agreed on the any day between the 28th and the 30th. But did command that you are to be back on the premises at 2pm sharp on the 1st of January. I - as another party guest - shall be accompanying you and overseeing your safe return. Are these terms acceptable to you?"

Both Tom and Hermione nodded.

"Would you prefer the 28th or the 30th?"

They didn't even need to look at each other.

"28th" Dumbledore smiled.

"Good, then we're all settled. Now, I have a letter to write and you two have a curfew to meet. Good evening to you both."

Outside of Dumbledore's office, Tom grasped Hermione's forearms and spun her around. She laughed delightedly and spun with him, pulling him into a hug as they came to a standstill. Breathing heavily and wrapped around his queen, Tom felt content. He didn't know how, but he was sure she'd had something to do with it. Releasing her arms, he watched dumbly as she leant in and pecked him on the cheek.

"Hermione," He began.

"I know. Happy birthday Tom." She finished.

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The beginning of their winter vacation was rather like being left alone in the orphanage; the day Mrs Cole dragged the children out to the port - Hermione was deathly ill and Tom refused to leave her side just to watch Mrs Cole get "googly eyed" by a bunch of drunken sailors. Having their run of the castle was much more enjoyable though.

After they'd said goodbye to their friends - none of whom were remotely pleased to leave; even the vile Grogda and Lakelyn seemed less sniffy than usual - they'd spent the whole day walking the corridors and grounds just revelling in the silence. Of course, when dinner time came around, their spell was broken as they were required to eat at the larger table with the remaining teachers and students - all of whom Hermione could barely count on both hands. Nobody they knew particularly well had stayed though, so the issue was inconsequential. It was nice to have their run of the castle however and gave them the chance to really study the few corridors, passageways and portraits that they had barely passed by on their way to classes before. It was one of the few times, Hermione could think of, that Tom - and herself - had actually opted to spend time together alone outside of the library.

Nevertheless the coats Aunt Estella had gotten them were doing their job. The snow had been coming in heavy since the first of December, so it was no surprise to Hermione to see half of the castle buried come Christmas morning. They both decided to skip breakfast that day - Akila had brought them a small package of holiday sweets her godparents had sent; tentatively packaged of course as Hermione had banned Christmas forever more. So they'd taken them along to play outside in the snow. Tom had collected up some thick mats for them to sit on and Hermione grabbed a large blanket for them both to huddle under. After both her and Tom performed a covering spell - something they'd seen in a book that supposedly stopped rain falling on you - they sat huddled together under the huge blankets and looked out at the grounds. Everything was just so, white. Hermione was almost blinded by the clear purity that fell all around them. She'd never seen snow like this before, in London they got a pittance of snow that soon turned to grey sludge sometime between January and February. She'd never even seen snow at Christmas before - that she could remember before her parents had died.

"My mother would have loved to see this." She whispered so quietly she would be surprised Tom if had even heard her. Memories of her mother and father filled her mind.

They were walking along a beach in France, her mother and father held her hands tight and swung her between them as they walked. She'd kick her feet in the air as she laughed, no shoes covering her tiny bare toes that disappeared into the sand. The laughter, there was so much laughter. There was a softening light all around her as the sun set and a warm breeze picked up. Her parents embracing as she played in the whitened sand. Her mother scooping up handfuls, tossing it lightly into the air to sprinkle upon their toes.

"Oh little Mimi, little Mimi look. It's just like snow."

Tom chin connected with her shoulder, bringing her out of her day dream. He didn't say anything, but as they sat quietly Hermione felt content. She knew there were things he'd been keeping from her, there were many times he'd snuck away from her without a real explanation and he'd used their friends as a distraction. It wasn't like what Aunt Estella had said about boys at all, this was something else. She knew they'd talk about it eventually, he always told about things that were on his mind, all she had to do was wait.

"AAGH." She was jolted out of her thoughts by a strangled yelp from Tom. A large chunk of snow had slid from the tree branch inside their bubble and plopped onto his head. She was still laughing as he threw a handful of flakes into her face. A full out snow war erupted and the next hour was spent firing harmless spells and piles of snow at each other. Once they were thoroughly cold and wet - they had eventually called a tie as Tom's hands ended up frozen to her coat and Hermione's scarf was heavily soaked and kept knocking her over - the two attempted a joint warming spell and trudged back up to the castle. It was already dark as they headed back to castle - the time of year making long afternoon excursions practically impossible and the grey snow filled clouds just added to that. Entering through the doors they were fussed into the great hall by the wandering matron - a loud cursing from the caretaker echoing behind them as the tracked dripping snow through the halls. The matron fixed them up with two swift drying spells and shuffled them into dinner. Again they were to be sat with the professors and Slughorn winked at the two as they slid onto the bench in front of him, the space next to his was conspicuously empty.

"Oh hoh hoh, what have my two little potions stars been up to today then? Using those brilliant brains for mischief I hope?" The portly man puffed proudly at them as if they were performing fleas in his circus. Hermione smiled at him politely but out of the corner of her eye she could see Tom's jaw tighten in annoyance. Luckily they were interrupted by the swishing of corn blue robes with little fish swimming on the sleeves.

"Horace, I do hope you're not herding these young ones into your club." Dumbledore had sat down beside him. Slughorn patted his large moustache nervously and coughed out a laugh to Dumbledore.

"Of course not Albus, they're far too young. Besides, they were just about to tell me all about their day of fun in the snow." Dumbledore smiled down at them. Tom's jaw had unclenched once more and Hermione almost giggle at the annoyance and relief radiating off of him - the confusion of being saved and annoyed by the teacher he was least fond of.

"Ahh, to be young and frivolous once more."

OoO

It was finally here, the day they were going to see the Grigori's again. Tom, having stayed previously in their "always" home was quite interested to see their Winter Manor - having only had one home his entire life, besides Hogwarts. Now, thanks to Hermione, he had at least three. It was a strange feeling for him to have, to be excited to see people again. Besides from Hermione, he'd never found anybody worthy that he would wish to see again and, more to the point, who'd ever want to see him again. It was difficult for him to consider these feelings genuine, growing up in such an environment did things to his trust - things not easily reversed - but he chose to remain positive for Hermione's sake. They spent the whole day packing and talking about the upcoming festivities - Hermione had warned Tom not to bring anything to wear to the party, as she was sure that Aunt Estella and Uncle Leo had gotten them something special for it. They both packed books however, and Tom made sure to triple check that his tiny Hermione doll was in his suitcase.

Finally the evening came and they walked the long trek up from the dungeons to Dumbledore's office, Hermione insisting she carry her own suitcase. Upon reaching the office, they placed them down on the floor and their suitcases were vanished from them. Walking forward, Hermione and Tom held hands as they stepped into the fireplace. Professor Dumbledore twinkled at them encouragingly.

"Now, I assume you've read up on what do here Miss Granger, Mr Riddle?" Tom murmured under his breath that they weren't stupid but Hermione ignored him and nodded at their teacher.

"Yes Professor, say location clearly, throw powder into fireplace."

"Good, well the children. Have an enjoyable time, and I shall see you at the festivities on the 31st." He held out the jar and Hermione scooped a handful up and held it firmly in the hand that was not holding Tom's.

"Grigori Winter Manor." She stated, voice perfectly clear and high and threw the powder onto the bricks below. The last thing Tom saw was a rush of flames and then he was jelly. Jelly being squeezed through a tube of ointment. He had to close his eyes against the flashing images and rushing bricks all around him and he squeezed Hermione's hand tight as they flew ever faster towards their destination. After the nausea finally reached him, his feet hit the floor with a soft thump and he and Hermione tumbled out of the fireplace, soot and ash flying all around them.

"Oh no, chiquitos, be careful getting up." A soothing accent voice called to them. Tom couldn't exactly hear them, but the ringing in his head was so loud and high that he didn't care to. The room was spinning, so violently that Tom had to close his eyes.

"Are you alright Tom?"

Tom promptly vomited all over the floor.

What felt like hours later he awoke to a cold flannel pressed against his head. Where was Hermione?

"It's alright sugar, she's just getting changed. She'll be back soon." Tom hadn't realised he'd spoken aloud.

"Aunt Estella?" He questioned, opening his eyes slowly. The room was dimly lit so he could blink comfortably, but a worried looking Estella was squeezed up next to the sofa he lay on, a worried looking maid hovering in the background.

"Yes sweet child, it's me. Oh you frightened me half to death, my han'some boy. How are you feelin'?" Tom thought that if his mother had been alive, he'd hoped she'd be something like this. Oh boy, he really must be out of it. Sitting up slowly he looked around, the room was large and expansive, a fireplace to his left and grouped sofas placed across from him. He was glad that it was painted a warm brown and green tone as the stark white walls of their usual home would have probably caused his stomach to turn again. Just then, Hermione re-entered the room.

"Hermione," Tom rasped out.

"His throat must be positively burnin'," Gasped Estella. "Marta honey, will you get him something to drink?"

"Si, Ms Estella." With that the maid left the room.

"What happened?" He tried again. Estella stroked his forehead softly.

"Try not to talk just yet Tom," Hermione said, sitting at his feet. "You were terribly ill." Tom was confused. He remembered getting into the fireplace with Hermione, then feeling terribly squashed and then nothing. His mouth tasted foul though, and he gagged a little at the feel of his tongue.

"You feel like there's anymore in there sugar? Let me know if you're ready to go again." What was she talking about? Then it came back to him. Oh god, sick. Lots and lots of sick. The look in his eyes obviously alerted Aunt Estella and she quickly shoved a bucket under his nose as he threw up again. Coughing and spitting, Tom wiped his nose on his sleeve and swore loudly.

"Bugger all to hell,"

"Tom!" Hermione scolded but Estella just laughed.

"It's okay Hermione, if ya'll were in my old town, ya'll'd've heard much worse 'en that." Marta came back in with a glass of water and Tom sipped at it while Hermione thanked her softly. As she left the room again, Tom looked around confused.

"Where's Uncle Leo?" Hermione looked uncomfortably at the floor as Aunt Estella slapped her hands down on her knees and stood up.

"Never mind that sugar, you're up now. Are you feeling well enough for somethin' to eat? Nothin' big, mind you, while your stomachs all unhappy." Tom nodded gently and grasped Hermione's hand as she helped him up and into the hallway. Aunt Estella walked breezily ahead of them and Tom looked confusedly at Hermione.

"Hermione,"

"Shh." She cut him off, still looking straight ahead.

"Hermione what-"

"Tom be quiet." He'd never been more confused in his life.

"Why?"

"Just not now, we'll talk about it later on," She stopped talking abruptly as Estella turned around and ushered them into, what looked like, King Arthur's dining room. They each took a seat the the large round table and another maid - Tom didn't recognise the taller blonde woman - brought in several trays of soup and bread.

"I asked the staff to make up some soft soup for you Tom, just so's it could settle that poorly belly of yours. After all it's not like ya'll've a bite to eat all day." Tom, who was now very confused, looked over at Hermione.

"All day?" She squeezed his hand.

"We got here last night and you alternated sleeping and throwing up for the entire day." Tom's eyes widened, he'd missed an entire day. He'd never even been unwell before. Mrs Cole used to say it was strange that both the chicken pox and the measles skipped him like it did - a few of his fellow orphans had even died from it. He'd never felt this weak before, it scared him. He sat quietly and ate his soup as Aunt Estella prattled on about details for the party.

OoO

The room was dark. Hermione had never felt this lonely before, whenever she slept in the Orphanage she'd always had Tom. The Grigori's Home? Tom. Even at Hogwarts she had Druella not 5 foot away from her. But tonight was different, Aunt Estella had practically ordered her away from Tom's side and into a separate room for the night.

"Now don't you look at me like that Angel, you know I know that ya'll like to be together. But the poor lamb needs his rest and then I'm sure he'll be right as rain tomorrow."

She knew her Aunt meant well but she was sure she wouldn't be getting any sleep tonight either. Reaching under her pillow she pulled out the delicate Tom doll she had made back in the Summer. She hardly ever had him out unless she desperately needed it - and though she'd never tell Tom - she sometimes cuddled it at night when she missed him. She was sure he'd forgotten all about the doll she gave him - not being a thing as such that boys would play with - but she still liked to keep hers close. She hugged it to her chest and let out a little sigh, what she wouldn't give to have the real Tom with her now. She couldn't have known that, just across the hall, the source of her longing was doing the exact same thing.

OoO

It was finally the day of the party. Hermione, who had been run ragged the day before due to shopping and running other party errands with the maids and Aunt Estella, and Tom - who was feeling much better after his two days rest - were being poked and prodded by Vasilisa who was doing some last minute alterations to their party outfits. Tom huffed and rolled his eyes, looking over at Hermione who giggled at his silly face. He was bored of standing here like some show pony, he'd spent the whole morning being "specially bathed" by George and having his hair trimmed. He'd tried to tidy up his nails but Tom had threatened to brain him with the basin dish he'd waved in his face. Hermione however, seemed to be taking this all in her stride. Tom gathered she was used to these kinds of events and had probably spent many a day primping and polishing herself for the local royalty, but he found the whole practice revolting. Rich people, scoffed his brain. Give him a bar of soap and an old tub any day. Though he grumbled for most of the day he did enjoy some aspects of it. The smiles on Hermione and Aunt Estella's faces when his "new hair" was revealed, the even happier squeals of the two girls as the outfits for the evenings were unfurled. Even though he did not like the girlishness, he did like that he managed to make them happy - it was not something he easily achieved. He also worried that Estella wasn't being extremely truthful herself, as his and Hermione's two day separation had prevented them from being able to discuss Uncle Leo's disappearance - not to mention Boris and 'Slavi's also. He was drawn out of his thoughts once more as he heard a wince from Hermione and felt another pin graze his leg sharply.

"You are done now." Gruffed Vasilisa whipping her measuring tape over her shoulder. "Go."

That night at the party, Tom was confronted with his worst nightmare. Socialising with rich idiots and their children. He wasn't mistaken in thinking these children - or their parents - were anything like his Hermione or the Grigori's. No one was like his Hermione and these toffee nosed brats were certainly not special like the two of them. Speaking of Hermione, his eyes scanned the party room. He had not seen her since the two of them entered the hall and she was swept away by a group of gaggling girls and their mothers. He himself had been dragged around the room by Aunt Estella to be "socially present". After being informed by George that Dumbledore had sent his apologies - more's the pity - and Uncle Leo, 'Slavi and Boris were still absent, he'd retreated to his corner and into the predicament he was in now. He could see the larger Groffith family pigging out at the refreshment table, the previously introduced Halixes were sniffing snootily over the wine, and Aunt Estella was standing with one of the Fallon sisters - Eritha, Erisol, Elphaba? - he couldn't remember which, nor did he care too. After scanning a few more faces and rooting around the extensive ballroom he finally decided to start asking. Three ugly, bloated egos later he finally found a young child easily scared enough to tell him he'd seen her with an older boy heading towards the library. So, jaw twitching furiously, he shoved the boy aside and headed out of the ballroom. Before he could walk through much of the hallway however, he heard a voice calling his name.

"Riddle. Riddle! Hey, Tom!" He turned around and, to his utter surprise, saw Abraxas walking towards him.

"What the bloody hell are you doing here?"

"Language Riddle, and I'm here as a representative for one of my father's companies." Tom smirked at him.

"I thought your father didn't deal with Mudbloods 'Brax." One of Abraxas' eyebrows twitched slightly and he flicked his hair over his shoulder.

"My father deals with money Riddle. You'll understand that someday." Tom was still smirking as Abraxas walked around him.

"So where's Hermione, Tom? Were you going off to find her?" Tom's face scowled slightly as he remembered where she was. Ignoring Malfoy's comment, he stomped off in the other direction. Unfortunately he was followed by the annoying blonde.

"I'll take that as a yes then."

A moment later Tom practically irrupted into the library, Abraxas still at his heels and made Hermione and the taller boy jump. As she turned to see who had disturbed them, a smile graced her sweet face as she saw who it was.

"Oh Tom," She cried. "There you are! I was just about to come and find you, oh and you found Abraxas too, hello again 'Brax." Tom glared at Abraxas next to him, the git was definitely in on this.

"Hello again Hermione, yes Tom and I were just chatting in the hall." Hermione waved her hand flippantly.

"Oh well enough of that, Tom let me introduce to Hector." The taller boy with the broad shoulders looked down his nose at Tom and quirked a smile.

"Hector Von Baafle. Pleased to make your acquaintance." He said, not sounding pleased at all. He held out a hand - which Tom ignored - and Abraxas who shook it formally.

"Abraxas Malfoy. I believe our fathers are acquainted." Hermione ignored them both and looked back at Tom who was glaring at Hector.

"Oh Tom, it's the most fascinating thing! Hector was telling me that he goes to Durmstrang, you know, the wizarding school we read about in Hogwarts: A History. Isn't it wonderful? He's so clever, top of his class too, though he's a third year like Orion. He's been telling me all about the different classes over there and-"

Tom had heard enough. He grabbed her by the arm and dragged her across the room. Hermione began to cry out in surprise and Hector grabbed her other arm and pulled her back. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Abraxas watching them both, apparently amused.

"Tom, what on earth are you doing? Let go!"

"What am I doing? What are you doing alone in here with this git!" Hector answered for her.

"She was just showing me the library, it's not a crime here I hope. Such foul manners for a boy in such an expensive jacket. You should've gone to Durmstrang." Tom pushed very close to the taller boys face.

"I would be very, very careful what you say to me right now." Abraxas moved to the boys side and put a hand on Tom's shoulder.

"Come on Tom, he didn't mean any harm, let's just go back to the ballroom." Tom shrugged him off and shoved the other boy harshly. Hector flew backwards over an armchair and fell with a thunk to the floor.

"What are you doing Tom?!" Hermione screamed at him as she moved to go to Hector's side. Tom grabbed her by the arm again.

"Don't even think about it," As he pulled her to face him, Tom was startled quiet by the fear in her golden eyes. He'd never seen her look so afraid of him before, and he let go of her arm immediately as if she had burnt him.

"Hermione, I-" But she didn't wait to hear him. She shoved him away from her and ran from the room, tears already sliding down her cheeks.

"Hermione, wait!" Tom called as he went to go after her but a hand on his shoulder stopped him dead.

"Leave her be Tom, you'll just make it worse." Abraxas was standing beside him once more. Tom's head swivelled over to Hector - who was still laying on the ground.

"Don't worry too much about him, my valet will give him a memory modification and drop him back home. Aristocrats aren't particularly good brawlers but we don't forget grievances easily." Tom, still looking at the spot where Hector lay, laughed mercilessly.

"And why is it, that you are helping me now 'Brax?" Tom suspicious nature and Abraxas' childish poker face were even less suited then oil and water. Especially in this situation, where he had him practically over a barrel.

"I vouched for you two, to our entire house, I guess that makes you my responsibility. Now go and talk to your girl."

OoO

The party had ended two hours ago and Hermione still couldn't stop crying. Tom had been sat outside her door for 50 minutes, silently waiting for her to let him in, when she heard Aunt Estella's heels down the hall. Creeping towards her bedroom door, she picked up the empty cup on her night stand and sat with her ear pressed against it - waiting to hear their conversation.

"Tom honey, what are you doing sittin' there? You should be in bed."

"I'm waiting for Hermione to let me in, Aunt Estella."

"Let you in?"

"She's locked the door."

There was a short pause and Hermione jumped as the handle to her door jiggled slightly. She moved back to listen once more when she was sure it had stopped.

"-see what you mean. Why didn't you just go on back to your own room?"

"I have to speak to her."

"I can see that sugar, but what I can't see is why?"

Another pause.

"I didn't hear you there honey, you're gonna have to speak up some."

"I'm here to say sorry."

"Sorry?"

Another pause.

"I did a stupid thing."

"Oh handsome come here, your face looks more tragic then a fire bug in winter."

There was another pause and rustling sound.

"There we are, now then. This is Hermione. Whatever you done did, it can't be so bad that she wouldn't forgive you?"

"I don't even know what happened. I just got so mad. I haven't felt cross like that since I was locked in the orphanage. I know she was just trying to be Hermione and make everyone feel included, but did it have to be that boy?"

Another pause and Aunt Estella started to laugh. She laughed and laughed until she seemed to get ahold of herself and settle herself back against the door.

"Oh Tom, you silly silly boy. What did you do to him?"

"Pulled Hermione away from him and pushed him over a chair,"

There was more laughter.

"It's really bad isn't it?"

"No sugar, it's human. She may not understand now, but one day I promise you she will. Jealousy is completely normal."

"Jealousy?"

"Yes Tom, jealousy. It's what happened to you tonight. Some people call it the "little green monster" but I personally think it's more like a love bug."

"I don't understand Aunt Estella. I've been annoyed before when she talks to other boys in our classes, but it's never been like this."

"That's 'cause you're growing up now sugar, sooner or later you're gonna be a fully grown man and it's only gonna get stronger from there."

Another pause.

"I don't think I want to grow up."

"Nobody does honeylamb, nobody does. But just as long as you channel yourself correctly, you'll be a good man. Not like my first husband. Don't be like him, Tom, be a good man."

"I'll try Aunt Estella, I'll try."

Peeking through the keyhole, Hermione watched as Aunt Estella gathered Tom in her arms and kissed him on the forehead.

"Go get some sleep now, you hear? It'll all be better tomorrow."

"Good night Aunt Estella."

"Good night, Tom."

"Thank you."

Thirty minutes later the hall was quiet. The lamps had all been dimmed and Hermione still sat curled up by the door in her party dress. Making her decision she stood up and stripped into her underdress, far too tired to go about finding herself a nightdress. Gingerly she opened her bedroom door, crept across the hall and into Tom's bedroom. He was curled up, fast asleep in bed and there in his arms was the tiny Hermione doll she'd made him. Pulling the doll gently from his hands, she placed it underneath the pillow and curled up next to him. She hadn't quite forgiven him yet, but her Aunt was right, there was nothing that he could possibly do that she'd never forgive him for.

OoO

The term had just begun again, he was happy to be back to classes and spend more time with his number one girl, but something was missing. There had still been no word on why Dumbledore was absent from the party, or where Uncle Leo and the other men were, but he had other, more important things on his mind. Hermione. Their closeness had been tested during their trip - though the strange awkwardness from the party was gone and any feelings of doubt he'd had about her thoughts on him were silenced - he knew that she still wasn't 100% pleased with him after his actions but that wasn't it. He couldn't place his finger on it, something was just off. His eyes fell upon the object of his thoughts and - more importantly - the two brothers who flanked her sides. All of them were laughing raucously as Abraxas came storming in purple faced; unfortunately for him it was literal, as the elder of the two, Cygnus, had put a potion in his Pumpkin juice that morning. His eyes narrowed, there it was again, that gnawing feeling from the party. That wriggling green monster. Jealousy, Aunt Estella had called it. Jealousy over his Queen. They were all over her. All of them. It was unbearable at times. He just wanted them to be alone sometimes, just like it was before. But he couldn't tell Hermione, he'd only upset her again and he didn't want that.

Tom stroked Akila thoughtfully. After her interruption at the party, he'd warmed up to her a lot and considered sending her after these boys too. No, he thought. She wouldn't appreciate it. He had to do something though, it was driving him crazy. He had to find a place for them, a place they could call their own. His thoughts were interrupted by an annoying group of Slytherin girls from the older years. He pulled himself further into the sofa as they sat at the table behind him and giggle obnoxiously. Of all the tables in the common room to sit at, they had to choose the one behind him. How he hated being interrupted. The common room wasn't even that crowded today - which allowed him to sit quietly by himself, mostly uninterrupted, until now. He glowered moodily as the oblivious chits continued to giggle and caw behind him.

"It's just too funny, what silly little Gryffindor boys. They may be on the Quidditch team but they've got nothing on our Slytherin men."

"I agree Julie, ugh those Gryffindors. Who would pick such rugged boys when you can have a man with prospects? My Jeremy is going to be a Lawyer just like his father." The first girl 'Julie' hummed in agreement.

"Yes Diana, I agree completely. How's it going with your Lionus, Gabrielle?" Another girl 'Gabrielle' scoffed in revulsion.

"Don't say that name to me Julie. We're no longer an item, he decided to go steady with Hannah Barraby - a Hufflepuff of all people! Ugh, he could've at least chosen a Ravenclaw, far less humiliating. I'm just glad it wasn't a Gryffindor." The second girl 'Diana' made a squealing noise like a piglet.

"Speaking of Ravenclaws, did you hear about what happened with that Adam and Bianca in 6th year?"

"I thought Adam was going out with Flo McGuiness in Gryffindor?" Stated Julie dumbly.

"That was ages ago Julie!" Gabrielle whined.

"Isn't Bianca in your History of Magic class, Gabrielle?"

"That's exactly it!" Interrupted Diana. "They were caught going at it in the History of Magic classroom after curfew last week!"

"WHAT?!" Screeched the other two.

"Yes," Said Diana, her tone smug from capturing their attention. "Binns practically frogmarched them to detention and ordered that his classroom be magically scoured till all traces of their slatterny was gone." The three girls cackled wickedly. "Apparently they were practically eating each others faces!"

Tom rolled his eyes, girls were ridiculous. The girls at the orphanage were just the same. Twittering, nonsense spewing morons who spent all their time stripping other girls down to size and fussing about their looks. Even Druella had her moments of it, and Tom didn't often mind her company in the group. Not his Hermione though. She wasn't like that at all. He was just about to tune them out when Gabriella started sniping once more.

"I mean yeah, have some class!" The other two giggled at her pun.

"But seriously," Sighed Julie. "What idiots. I mean there are places for that kind of thing." Tom's ears perked up.

"You're right there Jules," Said Diana. "There's better places to be alone. I mean everyone who's anyone know's the Come and Go room is the best place for that."

"The Come and Go room?" Asked Gabriella.

"You've not been in there? It makes any room you want!" Gasped Julie. Now Tom was definitely interested. This Come and Go room sounded fantastic, just the kind of place he'd been looking for to get his Hermione to himself for a while.

"Anything? Really?"

"Yes, anything!" Chimed in Diana.

"Where is it?" Yes, where is it? Thought Tom.

"Shh! Keep your voice down. It's a secret after all." Idiots. Utter idiots.

"It's on the seventh floor, you know that ugly portrait with the trolls doing ballet? Opposite that."

"I've never seen a door there." Neither had Tom. Julie scoffed at her.

"You have to make the door appear. Walk in front of it three times and think of what room you want, then bob's your uncle." Diana nodded along.

"It'll work, as long as no one else is using it."

Tom grinned deviously. Never had he been more grateful to be interrupted.

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Well my beautiful darlings, thank you all for joining me once again - sorry for leaving you hanging! I know some of you may be annoyed about what Estella said to Tom but please remember that this is set in the 30's-40's. It's the exact kind of thing my grandmama used to say to my mum (and then me), people weren't as evolved as they are now. I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I hope my competition winners are pleased with the opportunities their characters have given us. And may I say, we may even see them again in future… So that's all for now guys but let me know what you thought and I'll see you all next time. Sweet dreams!

(Here's a thank you to everyone who's reviewed that I missed last chapter, sorry if I missed anyone!)

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