Bloody Zambini, who does he think he is? Pushing himself on others like that, Tom thought angrily.

Class went by, just as boring as ever. Hermione realized that Professor Binns gives out way more homework in her time, than what he does now! Only one essay a week! That's preposterous!

She took one last glance at Andy before she left the classroom, with a scowling Tom in her wake.

By the time dinner had come and past, Alice was still not speaking with her. She even turned down her apology when she went up to her in the Great Hall! How can anyone be that mad over an assumption? Girls were all the same, whether they were intelligent or slutty. The same!

She was free after lunch, and found that it benefited amazingly, she got her homework done along with a couple hours of sleep. Perfect!

Hermione found it odd that when she fell asleep earlier she was laying on the couch with a book on her chest and when she woke up the book was on the table and she had a blanket over her. She just passed it off as the house elves doing their job, but her conscience thought otherwise.

'Tom did it' It said in a taunting voice.

'Shut up, what did I tell you about talking to me when I'm not alone. I'm almost to my common room so just hold on!'

'You think he's cute! Na nah na nah nahh!'

"I DO NOT!" Oops. She definitely just yelled that out loud. Taking a quick look around to make sure no one saw her, she sprinted to her dorm.

She still had so much on her mind! Finding Ron, and what time in her period is doing! And if by changing what she is supposed to will bring her parents back. And Ginny! And Neville. Tears had come to her eyes at these thoughts. Blast! Moody had specifically trained her to shield her emotions! And so far, out of Ron, Ginny, Harry, and her...she was doing the worst.

How is that even possible? When she was the best in the group at Legimency and Occulmency. Hm. Maybe that's how she can figure out what Tom's planning. Hermione knew he had to be up to something. The Chamber of Secrets happened in his 5th year, and he killed his father in his 6th year...oh god, he has done just as much as me! He's even killed...willingly!

Maybe she should get a move on with her work on changing this time. If she's even supposed to, no! This time is meant to change, so think like that Hermione! It will change!

Hermione let out an irritable sigh, she grabbed her Arithmancy, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Transfiguration books and put them in her bag. Just to be prepared, in case she was running late.

Oh! A bath, she thought.

Hermione made her way up to her room and grabbed some red basket ball shorts, (Have basketball shorts even been invented yet? she asked herself.) underwear and a sports bra type tank-top. It was getting increasingly warm laying next to that fire each night, so she decided to tone down her outfit a bit.

Walking into the bathroom, she turned on all 10 taps and watched as the tub filled with magnificent smelling bubbles. She stripped off her cloths and hopped in, letting the scolding water hit her body in a peaceful manner. Hermione had laid there for about 10 minutes until she heard an odd noise coming from Tom's room.

More so a voice.

"Darme alimenta; darme la mobilità! Darme la forza; e darme governa! Lasciare sono; lasciarme porta. Lasciare sono; lasciarme porta. Sono l'un. Avrò il controllo. Sono il potere. Sono l'un..." It was Tom.

She knew that chant. She knew what he was trying to do. Trying to take the power from the elements and put them into himself. It hasn't been proven yet in this time, but that chant turns out to be a hoax.

She got out of the tub and draped a towel around her and slowly opened Tom's door.

He was sitting in the middle of his bed with his shirt off, looking over a text. If she wasn't so weary right now, she might have noticed just how good he looked with his shirt off.

"Damnit!" He cursed. "Darme alimenta! FUCK!" Hermione let out a squeal at his outburst.

He turned his fiery eyes on her.

"What are you doing?" Tom yelled. "I thought I told you to knock!"

He got off the bed ever so slowly.

"I-I, uh, heard you yelling so I came to see what the matter was...I'm sorry!" She said as she stepped fully into the room forgetting she was in only a towel.

Tom's eyes drifted down her body then back up to her eyes.

"It's nothing. Mind your own business. Now put something on before you catch a cold.."

Hermione looked down at herself and blushed, she apologized around 20 times before going back into the bathroom to get dressed. She brushed her teeth and her hair, she said the spell she has been casting on her hair since 5th year.

"Direttamente!" It was a Straightening Spell, but with her locks it tamed it down to delightfully curly.

She grabbed 'Time Is Of The Essence' off her desk and bounded down the stairs to read. She plopped down on her makeshift bed and eagerly began to read.

Hermione couldn't quite keep her mind on the book in front of her. Images of Tom on his bed WITHOUT his shirt on came into her mind. She needed to pick up a hobby again. She's only had 3 in her life time: reading, swimming, and karate and any other form of fighting.

The summer had really toned up her body. A perfect hourglass shape, Ron once said. Her breast were definitely not those of Pansy's, but they were nice, and she was happy with the way they were. Not big hips, but curvy, you could definitely tell she was a woman. The best part of her body, she thought, was her stomach. Not one ounce of fat. You could just see her four pack if the light hit it correctly.

"Are you even reading that book?" Hermoine let out a gasp as she looked across her to where the sound had come from.

"Tom?! How long have you been there!?" She groaned inwardly. He could of easily read her mind when he defenses were so low. And damnit, he put on a t-shirt.

"Since before you came down. You know, I'm sure Zambini," he spat the name, "would just love to see what you sleep in..."

Hermione looked down at her self, shorts and a sports bra. What was wrong with that?

"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" Tom eyed her up and down as she stood up to examine herself.

"Tom?"...she waited a few seconds. "Tom!" She said again, only this time a little bit louder.

"Hm? Yes? What?" Boys, all the same. Whether they were evil or not.

"I asked what was wrong with my attire?"

"It's a tad bit showy. Most girls don't wear that type of clothing. Do you do work out, or something of that manner?" He asked with a small blush on his cheeks. Hermione rolled her eyes and smiled none-the-less.

"Do you?" She inquired. Wait, am I flirting with him? She asked herself disgusted.

"Yes, sometimes. I don't really have to though." He said as he rolled up his shirt to reveal a very well defined stomach. Hermione's cheeks flushed when her eyes followed the small happy trail he had that led down to...well, we all know where it goes. She definitely never thought of what Lord Voldemort would of looked like underneath his robes.

"I go swimming and practice fighting in my spare time, so if you consider that a work out, then yes, I do." She decided to answer his question instead of staring open-mouthed at his body.

"Interesting. Listen, just forget about what you may have seen or heard up in my room. And, I never do this, but since you've apologize once or twice...I'm sorry!" He spat out quickly. Once again, odd. Offering help, her to use his room, and now apologizing. Amazing. Maybe he does have a heart after all.

And for some reason, that scared her.

"Thanks Tom, I'll see you in the morning..." She gave him a sweet smile.

It made his heart flutter, wait, what? Since when do I go all romantic and since when do I have a heart? Tom thought to himself with a frown.

"I'll take that as my cue to leave." Tom got up and slowly walked to his door. "Oh, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with your attire.." He gave her a rare, small smile and went into his room.

What the hell! He was so sweet and funny and kind! In no way was he like the Tom Riddle of the future! Cruel, vile, and heartless. Were these the changes that were expected to happen? Or am I just fucking with the Dark Lord? Hermione started to get agitated now.

Tomorrow I am definitely going to the infirmary to get a Calming Potion!

The first couple hours of Hermione's Arithmancy class went well, until she realized that they were having a duel in Defense. She all of a sudden felt faint.

What if I accidentally do something wrong! What if...I..I curse someone with one of the Unforgivables! Hopefully Professor Berrati won't call on me. Please let him take pity on me because I'm new!

"Alright! Everyone, listen up. I want you to divide up by houses, then by gender. You have 5 minutes!" These were the first words of the attractive DADA teacher.

Hermione watched the three Hufflepuffs get sorted out, one boy and two girls. Which she was pretty sure their names were Amy Boot, Joshua Long, and Marietta Bones.

She then turned to the Gryffindors, there were six of them, three boys and three girls, whose names were Aiden Smith, Rupert Hernandez, Micheal Revalee, Miciaela Patil, Renee Bell, and a stuck up girl, who gave Hermione a dirty look named Amanda Cooper.

Then the Ravenclaws, who were all staring at the Slytherins with disgust. Alice must of told them something, she thought. There was six of them too. Alice and another girl named Clare Renot were the only girls, she noticed Jesse there with another boy who looked just like Amy, most likely her twin Arnold, then two other boys she didn't know.

She had somehow got in order in her house. Tom, Malfoy, Zambini, and this other boy Marcus Prince...possibly, all seemed to be in order. Hermione was standing next to Romi and this other short, super skinny girl named Cara or Cyra Goyle, she didn't exactly know.

"Good, good. Now that you are all sorted out, I would like you to go stand next to your dueling partner, I've tried to put the best with the better and the not-so-good with the okay, and I tried to keep the battle away from your own house. Now Hermione, I haven't actually seen you duel, so I put you somewhere in the middle. Alright. Here we go...

Revalee and Bones, Prince and Boot (Arnold), Renot and Smith, Goyle and Steen (one of the boys from Ravenclaw), Shoemaker and Patil. Alright, that's the first five groups. Let's see whose left," Berrati checked his list.

Everyone gave a collective shuffle to go and meet up with their previously assigned partner, while the rest took a couple steps forward.

"Hm, we have Amy Boot and Long left of Huffelpuff, Coroner and Micheals left of Ravenclaw, Then there are Hernandez, Bell, Cooper left of Gryffindor and we have Riddle, Malfoy, Zambini, DeLance, and Black left of Slytherin...Are we ready?"