Chapter 7:
"Those who hate most fervently must have once loved deeply; those who want to deny the world must have once embraced what they now set on fire." - Kurt Tucholsky
It took almost another week before Hermione was able to move without any tenderness. She really loathed the Head Boy. Though she had her ass handed to her in the prefects bathroom Hermione still found ways to annoy Riddle. Knowing he hated being upstaged in the classroom she began raising her hand for all the questions. Nicholas would spend the night with her in the common room or library. After three days of ignoring his warnings he stopped and now they just hung out. It was another gorgeous Saturday and unlike last week, where she crawled straight into bed, she was on the quidditch pitch watching a pick up game the Slytherin boys put together as practice for their match this evening. The only reason she was there was because Nicholas had asked her to come.
"Hello!" Jasmine Foster, the relative of Pansy Parkinson, gracefully sat down on the wooden bench besides her. Hermione was surprised by her arrival, she really hadn't talken to any of the girls since her arrival.
"Hi." Silence resumed as both girls stared at the pitch where they were dividing teams up. It seemed like it would be an okay match to watch. That was until Riddle walked onto the pitch and was placed as the seeker on Nicholas's team. She groaned in annoyance.
"Can I ask you something?" Jasmine was now looking at her.
"Uh, sure.."
"What is going on with you and Tom?"
"What?" Hermione stared at her flabbergasted, "Nothing!"
"There is something going on."
"Yeah, we hate each other. Even through all our faking I am sure you can see that."
"Well, yeah, I see the tension but there is something else."
"You're mental." Hermione couldn't possibly believe what this girl was saying, it was totally revoluting.
"No I'm not. Listen, maybe you really do just hate him."
"I do."
Jasmine rolled her eyes but continued on, "But there is something besides hate for you from Tom."
"You really are certifiable!" Hermione said staring at her as if she was crazy.
"You can think that all you want but... I see it and so do the other girls."
"Well, no offense, then you are all messed up in the head."
Hermione gave her attention back to the game, hoping Jasmine would get the hint. The mere concept of anything more with Riddle made Hermione want to scream until her throat bleed. She rather be tortured into insanity then think such sickening thoughts. How thick were these girls if they thought there was something more? Couldn't they see the pure hatred for each other? Sure, they faked politeness in public eye but when around his group of deatheaters they never bothered hiding it.
"So tonight after the quidditch match, if we win, there will be a party in Tom's head rooms."
"Congrats." Hermione could really care less.
'You will come, right?" Jasmine looked excited.
"Why?"
"Well, it will be fun! Plus Tom will be hosting it."
"Even more reason not to go." Hermione gasped as a bludger narrowly missed Nicholas, sent by Abraxus, "Damnit Malfoy! Play fair!"
The blonde turned and gave her a mock salute before flying off to attack another player. Nicholas, who was chaser on the mock team and real team, sent her a warm smile before chasing after the Quaffle. She felt Jasmine smiling at her so she sighed and looked at her, "Okay...what?"
"Nick will be at the party and with you two becoming such good friends I'm sure he would want you to be there. I will love to help you get ready!"
"Nice try." Hermione smirked before tuning her out.
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Hermione walked back and forth in front of the girls dormitory door with a frown. He was an ass, and completely unfair. After the Slytherin's won against Hufflepuff Nicholas caught up to her and demanded she come to the party. He begged her to be there to suffer with him and she agreed. Now all she had to do was enter her dorm room and ask Jasmine to help her figure out an outfit. She hated these girly things. Placing her hands on the knob she turned it to find Jasmine sitting on her bed with an outfit already picked out and a large smile on her face.
"How did you know?" Hermione sounded exasperated.
"I saw Nick call you over to talk and knew you wouldn't say no to him."
"Yeah well... I am going for him, and him only."
"Okay. So we need to make you look gorgeous for the allusive Mr. Prince." She quickly held out the outfit and Hermione wrinkled her nose. She really detested the clothing style of this time. Then an idea hit her.
"Jasmine ...if I transfigured an outfit for you, would you wear it?"
"Umm..." Jasmine looked at her Hermione before nodding, "Why not? Nothing wrong with shaking things up a bit."
"Thank you!" Hermione grabbed two skirts and shirts from her trunk before picking up her wand. Leaning over to lay the clothes on the bed she heard Jasmine gasp and looked up, "What?"
"Are those yours?" She pointed to the once Gryffindor's neck.
Hermione's necklace that held her rings fell out of her shirt. The large diamond engagement ring sparkling from the sun light drifting through the enchanted windows. Her wedding band clinked against its counterpart. Hermione remembered vividly when Fred proposed. She instantly said yes then reprimanded him for buying such a large diamond. He told her to get use to it because he would only be giving her the best from now on.
"I rather not talk about it." Hermione whispered sadly. Jasmine nodded and watched as Hermione worked on the clothes.
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Hermione waited as Jasmine knocked on the door of the Head Boy's room. She really did not like the thought of entering the home of Tom Riddle, it gave her the creeps. The door magically swung open and the two girls walked into the loud party. When they entered more then one person stared. Jasmine had been excited with the transfigured outfits, Hermione though slightly regretted them. It was bringing her more unwanted attention when all she wanted was comfort. Jasmine's outfit consisted of a black skirt and a lavender top. The skirt clung to her thighs down to her knees where it then fell loosely so when she spun the material fanned out around her knees. The lavender top had sleeves that were situated on her upper arms, leaving her shoulders free, with a moderate v in the front. The open toed stilettos accentuating her smooth legs. Hermione wore black dress pants that hugged her curves fittingly. A emerald green top with a low back fell a little looser giving her a unknowingly sexy look. Her pants were tucked into heeled boots. Both girls wore their hair down and Jasmine forced Hermione to sit still as she applied the make up.
"Hermione! Foster!" Nicholas walked over and hugged her tightly. Jasmine was next with a loose, quick hug. "Glad you guys could make it?"
"Wouldn't miss it for the world!" Jasmine smiled then looked around, "Where is Tom?"
"Over in his room." Nicholas waved his hand toward the door that was slightly ajar door. Jasmine gripped Hermione's hand in hers and began pulling her towards the door.
"We will be right back, got to greet the host!" Jasmine called.
"No!" Hermione demanded as she tried pulling her away from the door that was coming up.
"Oh relax Mia!" Jasmine said coming up with the nickname on the spot. Hermione wrinkled her nose at it, "A quick hello then you can find Nick again."
Hermione went to reach for her wand but it was too late. They were already face to face with Riddle, who was exiting his room. He stopped at the sight of them.
"Hello Jasmine, I'm glad you could make it. That is a really interesting outfit." He spoke smoothly but it felt like a winter wind to Hermione.
"Thank you Tom! Hermione transfigured our outfits. I absolutely adore them." Jasmine yanked Hermione from behind her to besides her. Bloody hell, who would have thought the petite, quiet Slytherin could be so strong!
"Faye, what are you doing here?"
Before Hermione could reply Jasmine jumped in, "Nick convinced her to come!" She glanced over her shoulder, "Since he is busy though you should show Hermione where to get refreshments."
With that the seventh year girl practically threw Hermione causing her to ram into Riddle's chest, his arms coming up to grab her in an automatic reaction. Jasmine quickly ran off, a smile plastered on her face. Hermione feeling as though his touch was molten lava jumped away from him with a horrified expression on her face. He sneered down at her before quickly grasping her upperarm, squeezing it so tightly she knew she would have brusies. He led her over to the kitchenette area, which was eerily deserted.
"Why the hell are you here?" He demanded as he opened a drink for her. Hermione laughed bitterly.
"You really expect me to drink something you give me?" Hermione reached around him and grabbed another butterbeer. Long, pale fingers gripped her wrist tightly. Seriously was he trying to cover her in bruises? That wouldn't surprise her actually.
"Drink the damn bottle I opened for you."
"I'm not dumb Riddle!"
"Really? That's a surprise since you keep pushing my buttons one would think you were."
"You are just pissed I am not one of your mindless followers."
The hand snaked it's way around her neck before what she said hit home. Why did she have to say that? No one knew about them? She just royally fucked up! Maybe she could talk herself out of it, if she was able. His grip was unyielding, his face close to hers.
"What did you just say?"
"No-nothing!" Hermione choked out. She felt the powerful and painful invasion of her mind.
"Hermione, hurry!" Hermione laughed as Ginny pulled her down the hallway of the church, of course she, Ms. Punctual, would be late to her own wedding. Her white halter style gown was bunched in her hand as she rushed along, her veil flowing behind her. The two stopped in front of closed double doors. Ginny turned to her, dressed in a dark green dress, with a smile on her face. It had been so long since she had smiled that Hermione felt warmth radiate through her.
"Thank you Ginny." Hermione said, pulling the girl in for a hug.
"For what?"
"For being here today, for being there always. I couldn't imagine this day without you here."
"Hermione, you marrying my brother! Your finally going to be my sister!" Tears formed in the girls eyes, "I just wish everyone could know about this."
"So do I. I wish things were different... I wish Harry was here and alive... I wish my parents were alive. I wish your family knew about this..." The girls held each other comfortingly.
"Don't cry Mione..." Ginny spoke through her tears, "Today is a happy day. A day all four of us need during this horrific war."
"I know... I just wish we could celebrate this properly..."
"Do you love Fred?"
"Of course I do!"
"Then that is all you need here." Hermione nodded and wiping away her tears the girls faced the door. Ginny leaned forward and grasped the door handles, pulling them open.
"No!" Hermione cried as she forced down her barriers. Riddle stumbled backwards, dropping her, after being forced out. She crumpled to the floor, crying. Riddle looked down at her with a sneer.
"Seeing as you wear no rings on your hand I will say your darling Fred is dead." His voice held a trace of anger. He must have been pissed that she was able to gather enough strength to throw him out of her mind.
"Shut up!" She screeched launching herself at him. The two tumbled backwards, onto the floor, "Don't you use his name you vile, worthless bastard!"
They tumbled around the floor unbeknownst to the other guests thanks to Tom's spells. She punched every inch of him she could. Her fists flying blindly as she cried, the memory she was forced to relive tearing her up inside. The man she was fighting was to blame it was all his fault. Spotting her wand, which must have rolled away from her, she grasped it tightly and pointed it at him.
"Avada-" she was cut off as he flipped them and knocked the wand out of her hands. He pinned them above her head and glared at her.
"The killing curse?" He raised his brow slightly amused, "You definitely are not related to Dumbledore, so tell me." He ran his hand along her side making her thrash under him. "Who are you Mione?"
"I hate you!" She spat. He looked her up and down, evaluating her. She was breathing heavily as she shot daggers at him. His eyes locked on hers.
"Good because you are an annoying bitch who is going to die." He hissed before claiming her mouth with his. Hermione cried in disgust and tried to jerk her head away. His free hand held her head still. She kept her mouth shut, scared of what might come up. Tom had another idea though and bit her lip hard enough to draw blood. She gasped in pain and he slid his tongue in quickly before removing it and himself from her body. Hermione jumped up and dashed to the sink, her dinner coming up as she cried hysterically. When she looked up he was gone.
A/N:
Well... I hope you enjoyed this chapter! It is dedicated to - misheardlyrics -
You wanted something sexual, well here you go!
I know it seems random but it really isn't. When I finally do a chapter in Tom's P.O.V you will understand. I wont be doing many chapters in his p.o.v because it will reveal too much! So they have to be placed correctly. I actually didn't mind this chapter. Not as good as the other ones but still enjoyable- my opinion. I am posting so often because on the sixth college starts back up. I will be going to school full time, working full time, being a mom and wife too; so it will be a little busy until I get a routine down! You know the drill... read-review-make me happy! I'm off of work all day today so I am going to start on the next chapter.
- Maria
