A:N/ I just wanted to thank everyone for reviewing or pm-ing me support and ideas to help make this story better. I can't tell you how much it's appreciated. I know this chapter isn't extremely long. But I'm hoping the much awaited fluff will make up for that. I've never written fluffy lemony stuff so this will be a learning curve as I go along. Bare with me! I know my updating is pretty erratic, but that's because my life and schedule are. I'm going to try to set a certain day of the week to post chapters to keep the consistency like asked. No promises though ;)


Walking in she stopped in her tracks as she took in the room. It was almost exactly as her dream ages ago. The room had the same dark gray paint with bits of black and green tapestries and fabrics tastefully strewn along the ceiling and walls. The dark ornate hearth had a fire roaring away. The only visible change was instead of two chairs, there was a single black Victorian rococo velvet couch in their place. And the man that starred in that dream was tracing patterns along the lower part of her back instead of sitting down.

Tom applied a little pressure on her back to get her moving once more. Hermione was glad for the fire but it was doing nothing to thaw the ice in her veins from the deja vu she was experiencing. Sitting down the pair fidgeted until they were both relatively comfortable. Looking at Tom she could see he was patiently waiting for her to explain.

"My father." She started," When he attended Hogwarts he was in Ravenclaw believe it or not."

Tom kept quiet giving her his undivided attention.

"He would tell me stories about this place and the time he spent here. It's honestly the reason I decided to come here instead of continue with my independent studies. And this room" she waved her hand around the room,"was one of the things that he confided in me about. He never told me how he learned of it, only how he got into it and how it could be used. I planned on keeping it to myself..."She stuttered off, getting lost in memories of all the times her and her friends had used this place as a sanctuary.

Tom reached over grabbing one of her hands into his own, bringing her back to the present.

"But this is important to me and the best option we have for our endeavors to sustain without any disruptions." She finished.

He nodded his head accepting her answer without any questions."Why did you react the way you did when we came in?" He asked her.

Hermione bit her lip looking down at their hands clasped together. Should she tell him about the dream? It wasn't like there was much to it honestly. What would he make of it though? She wondered looking back into his face searching for answers or any indication how he would react.

"I've seen this room before. Exactly how it is now, only their were chairs instead of a couch." She said lowly.

"How is that possible if I just now thought it up?" He asked her with suspicion.

"I dreamt of it." She said looking him directly in his eyes. She saw emotions flitter across them in an instance. Shock, disbelief, anger, curiosity, then nothing.

"Tell me about your dream." He commanded.

Hermione pulled her hand from him and stood up and leaned against the hearth of the fireplace. She chewed on the inside of her cheek before answering him.

"I was walking along the corridors late at night and saw a light beneath an unused room. I went inside and the room looked just like this one does, only there were two winged back chairs instead. In which one of them, you were already sitting and waiting for me." She recounted to him.

"You dreamt of me?" He asked as leaned his elbows on his knees looking at her intensely."Why was I waiting for you?"

She didn't answer the first question taking it as rhetorical."I'm not sure. We barely spoke to one another. After I sat down you asked if I would stay, that's it. No explanation."

He steepled his hands under his bottom lip in thought. "And did you?"

Hermione looked at him in confusion," Did I what?"

"Stay." He said in his smooth voice," Did you stay?"

She raised her eyebrows to her hairline, looking at him like he had gone barmy," What does that matter? None of it made a lick of sense. It was probably the most random and vaguest dream I've ever had. But now you know why I reacted the way I did when we came in."

"Well if it doesn't matter why are you avoiding answering my question?" He said through slanted eyes.

"Dear Merlin I'm not avoiding...I just don't understand why it..."She huffed out in exasperation looking at his expecting face," Yes I did. Happy?"

Tom didn't say anything. He just continued staring at her like he was searching for something.

"Are you sure you want the others to know about this? We could manage somewhere else." He asked after a few minutes of silent contemplation.

"Yes I'm sure. It will provide anything we need. It's unplottable and no one can get in while we're using it without our allowance. If I wasn't sure I wouldn't have brought you here in the first place." She told him in earnest.

"Really? You wouldn't of shown only me?" He asked curious in her answer.

Would she of? She didn't know. She might of if there was some other excuse or need that would put her in his favor if she did. "Maybe." Was all she said uncertain herself.

"Hmm...Well I'm glad you did. This will definitely help our cause. Do you have anything to add to what we discussed in the meeting tonight?" He said leaning back comfortably into the couch.

"Should I expect the same reaction from Nott that I received from Mulciber?" she asked while looking into the fire.

"I'm not sure. Nott is not exuberant as Mulciber but their views are aligned. I meant what I said as well. Everyone will be given their chance to duel their way out of the commitment. Either way, Saturday will decide how everything will proceed forward." He answered nonchalantly.

Hermione didn't know rather to be angry that he was going to let them challenge her one after another or be flattered that he was confident in her abilities to set them straight. She was decidedly both. No matter, this would be her chance to prove to them all what she was capable of. Just thinking about it made her stomach flip in excitement.

"That sounds like the best course of action. Is there anything in particular you want me to put on the worksheet for them? Or anything you don't want to go over?" She was intrigued on his input for the matter. Would he jump straight into the Darker things or would she have to push him?

"I will leave that up to you for the first meeting, after that I'm sure I will have a better spectrum to work with." He answered before asking, "Your not upset that I'll be making Mulciber duel against you?"

She hummed on how to word her reply," Not necessarily. I would be lying if I said I'm not a bit angry, but not necessarily with you. More with the situation in general. Honestly I'm looking forward to the opportunity you have given me. His bigoted views are going to land him on his arse. I know most of them have the same thoughts on pureblood supremecy, but they were smart enough not to insult me before seeing what I'm capable of. That will be Mulciber's downfall, underestimating his opponent. And I'm going to relish teaching him that lesson."

Riddle smiled widely at her. He didn't do that often, not genuinely. It brought relief to it usual set features, making him even more beautiful than he already was. Hermione couldn't help automatically smiling back. Looking at the clock above the mantel she realized how late it was getting.

"We should probably head back. I'll put everything together tonight so you can look over it in the morning and pass it along to your people accordingly."

Tom stood up and stepped close to her, barely leaving any space between them. He started drawing the same small circles, like earlier, along her arms. "Do you dream about me often?" He spoke barely above a whisper next to her ear.

Why was every time he was close to her she felt hot all over and a deep pull from the center of her being? The brunette had to catch her breath before she could articulate a response. "Yes..."

"I've dreamt of you too." He said in the same hushed tones his lips ghosting over the shell of her ear.

Her heart was beating frantically at this point. Her stomach had butterflies fluttering around wildly at his confession. She knew she should have a hundred and one questions of his motives behind telling her this, but her mind was a pleasant mush at the moment. She was only capable of feeling his slender fingers rubbing her arm, his soft lips against her ear, the heat radiating off his body, his deep soothing voice causing a delicious tightening in her body. She was lost in the sensations of him.

He pulled away enough to glance down at her lips then back up to her eyes. Hermione licked her bottom lip and swallowed hard in anticipation. Tom grasped the nape of her neck tilting her head up more towards him. Ever so slowly he leaned down and brushed his lips against her jaw, sliding from her ear down to her chin. Hermione gasped at the contact.

Taking this as confirmation to continue, he slanted his mouth over hers instantly. Pushing her hard, back up against the wall he moved his lips passionately against hers. He traced her bottom lip with the tip of his tongue, demanding entrance. She immediately complied, opening her mouth for him to explore. Feeling his tongue dance with hers, had her moaning lowly into his mouth.

Her hands tightened into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer against her. He bit her bottom lip at her actions before diving between her parted lips once again, kissing her for all she was worth. Tom broke away, giving her reprieve for much needed oxygen as he kissed and nibbled his way down her neck, biting down on the juncture of her shoulder.

Hermione whimpered in ecstasy as she rubbed her body against his, trying to relief some of the ache within her. His hands slid down to the back of her thighs, sliding up under skirt cupping the bottom of her cheeks. Gripping handfuls of her flesh, he pulled her up to his height. He held her tighter against the wall, wrapping her legs around his waist.

Pressing against her center, she moaned loudly. He chuckled all while leaving love bites along her collar and neck. She grinded against him eager for contact. Tom pushed his pelvis up against hers roughly. She could feel his hardened member grind against her core, much to her delight.

"Tom...I.." She didn't get to finish what she was trying to say. Tom plunged his tongue back into her mouth effectively silencing all but the little mewls she was letting out.

She had never been kissed like this. Everyone before him had treated her like glass. And so the kisses she had were clumsy, careful, sweet even. What she was doing with him were none of those things. Tom was rough, demanding, unyielding. He took what he wanted and gave her everything she didn't even know to ask for.

He was everything she would expect of him if she would of let her thoughts linger to thinking about the possibility. Her body was brimming with primal unadulterated need. Wrapping her hands through his hair, she sucked his tongue almost viciously. He tasted like heaven and hell, it was intoxicating. Growling he pulled back from her. She tried moving with him but he clasped his hand around her throat keeping her in place against the wall.

Using wandless magic he slowly undid the top three buttons of her shirt. Using his teeth to pull apart the fabric, he had a perfect view of Hermione's heaving cleavage and black laced brassiere. Dipping his wet appendage along the curves and valleys of her breast, he let go of her neck to cup her right breast. Circling and pinching the barely covered center he sucked her exposed flesh into his mouth.

"Tom!" She cried out arching into him more. He hummed his approval at her response. Wrapping his mouth around her covered nipple he worked his tongue around it, sucking it, then bit gently down on the tip, only to flatten his tongue and lave over it. He repeated this while rolling the other between his fingers.

Her body was trembling all over. The pleasure of his touch was building something inside of her she was a little frightened of. Her muscles were tensing, her breathing was erratic,and all she could think was that she needed more. More of what he was doing, more of tasting him. She wanted him to touch her.

Rubbing against him she no longer tried to keep her noises in check. She was too gone to care. Releasing her breast he leaned up and captured her lips once more. Moving his hand in between them he starting snaking down her stomach. Just as he was fingering with the top of her skirt the clock over the mantel chimed out eleven times.

The pair stilled in shock at the sound, breaking the magic of the moment. Staring at one another panting, Tom set her back down on the floor. Hermione quickly did up her buttons of her blouse while Tom adjusted his pants and ran his hands through his hair. Taking a look at her puffy red lips, blown pupils and mussed hair he grinned widely.

"We should go if we don't want to be caught after curfew." He said smugly.

Hermione still couldn't talk yet. She was in shock with what had just happened, what she had allowed to happen. She had just snogged Tom Riddle. Lord Voldemort's mouth was around unmentionables. She was grinding against his...Sweet Circe! She couldn't process this yet, she needed to get back to her room.

She walked over to him silently, letting him lead her back to their dorms. Entering the common room she was grateful they were the only ones up still. He walked her down the corridor to her door. Holding her hand to his lips he kissed her knuckles in their usual parting. Though the smirk on his face as he left seemed to be a bit more arrogant than usual.

Her body was on autopilot. She walked into her room and showered and ready for bed mechanically. Standing in front of her floor length mirror to brush her hair she couldn't help but stare at her swollen lips and the dark marks that littered her body, proving that tonight really did happen.

She had thought it all to be a dream, or nightmare. She wasn't sure which she was leaning toward more. Both. Definitely both. She knew there was tension between the pair when interacting with one another. But she never thought thought that tension would lead them to being pinned up against a wall by his body. She didn't even know the man was capable of those type of feelings.

She always assumed Dumbledore was correct that Riddle wasn't capable of love and saw it as a weakness. The fact he had never taken a partner or had children concreted that assumption to her. She also assumed that would mean he didn't feel the other emotions that came along with that. Desire, lust, or feeling pleasure from just the simple touch of someone else's body. Well she was damned wrong about the latter for sure.

She sat at her desk, concentrating on filling out a parchment of spells, curses, counter-curses, and charms she wanted to go over for the month. That way the group would have plenty of time to catch up. All the ones she had written she had already learned prior to her trip back in time. And only half were Dark spells. She was curious to see what Tom would think of that.

Tom. How the hell was she suppose to act around him now? Did she just pretend it didn't happen. Was she supposed to act like it did? She didn't picture Riddle one for public displays of affection. Though it would be amusing to see how he would deal with her mauling him in front of everyone. Was it just a slip in judgment, that he didn't plan on repeating? Did he expect more from her? Did this mean they were going to start dating now? Or did he think her a slag he could hook up whenever he fancied?

Hermione's head was whirling from the amount of questions flying through it. And she had no answers to any of them. She was trying to find the light in the darkness her thoughts were taking. Well Kingsley wanted her to get close to the man. Hermione thought dry humping someone while sucking their tongue was pretty damn close.

Groaning she smacked her head against the table top. She could only hope they would forget about the whole thing so she could focus on her rising in ranks for her abilities in strategy, power, spell retention, and wand work.

She busted up, laughing loudly at her thoughts. Yeah Riddle was definitely interested in seeing her precise execution in wand work alright. She snorted at herself. Well there was nothing more to do about it but wait and see how everything played out. Making copies of her itinerary sheet, she put a spell for them to appear blank until a "Revelio!" was placed on them. Just for extra precaution. She wasn't confident in the entire group's ability to be discreet.

Placing everything in her bag, she crawled into bed, pulling the curtains shut around her. Snuggling deep into her blankets she couldn't help but smile. He wanted her. Tom Riddle wanted Hermione "Mudblood" Granger. Harry and Ron would die if they were here right now. As she started to doze of she allowed herself to admit, she wanted him to.