Promise: Lost Souls

Chapter Nine: First Class

By: slytherinangel01


Author's Note

I am so sorry, but I had to retract the recently posted chapter nine of Promise: Lost Souls. One of my reviewers has brought an error to my attention concerning the potions Professor Corinthos. It completely slipped my mind while I was writing that Slughorn was Tom's Potions Professor.Also while I am at it, I would like to adress something a lot of you are bringing up about Hermione's prognancy. I realize that Hermione's pregnancy is being seen as not a big part of the story and I have been stressing over that. Rest assured though, I'll figure it out. The pregnancy is going to be important.

And yes, Tom is in for quite a shock^-^

Again, sorry guys.


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Previously on Promise: Lost Souls

"How are you Hermione?" I looked down at Hermione and I felt a strange flutter in my chest as I saw her face light up in a dazzling smile that made me feel a twinge of jealousy. What would I have to do to get her to smile at me like that? I shook my head again lightly. What the hell am I thinking?

I glanced back when I heard the door behind us open. I glared at who I saw. Jonathon Potter glared back at me angrily, when he saw my hand on Hermione's lower back. I smirked and watched his expression as I leaned a little towards Hermione and wrapped my arm around her waist. He glared at me.

He had to move out of the doorway though when others started making their way into the class. I looked down at Hermione. She had a beautiful heart shaped face with gorgeous doe brown eyes.

I spoke with a touch of huskiness. I could have sworn I felt her shiver under my touch, as I lightly stroked her back.

"We better get ready Hermione."

She nodded her head as she sat on the left side and I sat down next to her on the right. I wonder how this is going to turn out…

Hermione POV

I pulled out my ink bottle, my quill, and some parchment and arranged everything in front of me. My Transfiguration textbook was a little thick but I managed to pull it out of my bag and set it on my desk. Dropping my bag on the floor, I turned forward in my seat. I smiled when I saw Ginny standing in front of me.

"Hey Ginny! You excited?"

She grinned as she began to pull her hair up in a pony tail. "Of course!" Ginny glanced at Tom then back at me. I smirked inwardly at what I knew was coming. Ginny tilted her head towards Tom and asked in a oh so innocent voice.

"Hermione, who is this?"

I glanced at Tom. He looked thoroughly bored as he nonchalantly spoke.

"I am Tom Riddle, Head Boy. It is nice to meet your acquaintance Miss. Dumbledore-Evans."

Ginny smiled sweetly. "Pleased to meet you Tom. And call me Ginny. I actually wanted to ask you when Quidditch tryouts begin for Gryffindor. Do you know?"

Tom nodded his head. A piece of his dark hair fell above his eyebrow. "Yes, I believe their tryouts begin next week at the Pitch at eight in the morning."

"Thank you." Professor Dumbledore began to tell everyone to go to their seats. Ginny gave me a quick smirk, before walking to the back to sit next to Natalie.

Dumbledore pulled out his wand and turned down the lights before turning on an old projector that showed slides the muggle way. Sweet.

His voice was cheery as he smiled at all of us. "Well class, as you know this is not just any regular class for Transfiguration. This is the class for the select few who we simply call, the gifted. You, my students, are those select few. Now I want to warn you, this class is advanced and you will be learning things that even some of the oldest of witches and wizards do not know. You will learn everything at a much quicker pace so that we will have time to delve deeper into the arts of Transfiguration. Now lets begin our first class though with a review over what you had last year.

Papers appeared in front of us. I groaned a little, like everyone else, as I picked up my quill, dipped it in the ink bottle, and began taking the review. The review had about fifty questions but it wasn't very difficult to answer them. I was surprised though when Tom turned it in after having it for only fifteen minutes. I couldn't even do that and I was the brightest witch my age back in the future! He opened up the textbook and began reading in it. I quickly moved through the rest of my questions, before turning it in. I sat back down and quietly began reading in my textbook. Pretty soon everyone had turned in their papers and Dumbledore began to grade them. After he finished, he stood up and walked to the front of the class.

"As you all know, you are the gifted, so this review was easy for all of you. Everyone in here received an A on it except two of you." I twitched a little nervously. Everyone looked at Dumbledore to tell them who they were and what their grades were.

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled a little as he spoke. "Mr. Tom Riddle and Miss. Hermione Evans-Dumbledore both received an O on the review. I congratulate you two an making a perfect score." I smiled brightly at him, happy that I got that score.

He turned back towards his desk and sat down before he continued. "I want all you you to write a foot long essay on why it is forbidden to transfigure a living organism into a nonliving thing. You are dismissed."

I stood up and quickly packed up all my things before putting my book bag on my shoulder. Tom was leaning patiently against the desk to go to our next class. Before leaving, I quickly went to Dumbledore and gave him a hug before walking back to Tom. I placed my hand at the crook of his arm and followed him out the door. I waved at Ginny as she walked in the opposite direction we were going.

Tom glanced at me before speaking in his husky voice, a smirk on his face. "So you are a gifted witch."

I blushed a little. "Yeah, I guess so. I just love learning."

Tom nodded. "I know what you mean. Though is so much out there to learn. I myself still have much to learn. What class do you think will be your favorite?"

"I love potions. I want to become a potions master and maybe go on to teach here."

He looked at me, arching his left eyebrow. "Really. I thought you might be the type to be interested in Divination or something."

A gave a light snort. "No, never. I think that class is a load of rubbish." He chuckled lightly. I grinned myself before asking him what class he enjoyed.

"I love Defense Against the Dark Arts." I should have seen that one coming. "I want to learn every spell there is out there to better protect and defend myself." His eyes hardened a little. "I also love it, because of all the knowledge you learn. You not only learn how to defend yourself, but also what it is that you need to defend yourself against." He stopped talking as soon as we reached the Potions classroom.

We slipped inside and I followed him to the desk up front. There was no one else in the classroom, not even the professor, so I guess we are early.

I sat my bag down at the seat on the left, my back facing Tom, as I began to pull out everything I would need for this class.

Tom murmured behind me. "Hermione..." I tensed a little at the tone of his voice, an involuntary shiver ran up my spine, heightening my senses in places I thought I would never feel again. I slowly turned around. My stomach burst with butterflies when I saw his passion filled green eyes staring heatedly in mine. It felt like time had stopped and everything around us faded to where it was only us two, nothing else.

Slowly, he walked towards me, his eyes never leaving mine. He stopped in front of me, our bodies barely an inch apart. I shivered as he slowly trailed his finger tips up my arms, over my shoulder, my back, before threading his long fingers through my hair. By now, our breathing was quick and harsh, our gazes still locked onto each other. I could already feel that coil in my lower abdomen and my core heat up. He moved that last inch, pressing our bodies against each other. And as he began to move forward, I closed my eyes, waiting...

He suddenly pulled away from me. My eyes opened confused, until I saw the door open and the professor step inside. I looked at Tom, our heated gazes connected for one last moment, before we looked away. Tom did glance at me for a second when I groaned a little, feeling the emptiness in my heat. I crossed my legs a little as I stood though, relieving the ache in my core. I plastered I smile on my face though I was grimacing in my mind at the Professor.

"Good morning Professor." Professor Slughorn grinned at me. I gagged inside. I never liked him and he was really annoying in the future. I wonder if he still has that club he is so proud of.

"Good morning to you too my dear. I remember you from last night. You are Hermione right? Dumbledore's daughter?"

I nodded my head. "Yes, sir"

He smiled as he walked around her desk to sit down. "It is wonderful to meet you Ms. Hermione. I am Professor Slughorn."

"It's nice to meet you too Professor Slughorn." Professor Slughorn looked away from me and settled his eyes on Tom. I mentally cringed as he walked towards us and patted Tom on his back in a friendly manner.

"Tom, my boy, wonderful to have in my class still. I hope your summer has been good."

Tom nodded his head politely. "Of course Professor."

"You will of course come to the parties I will be hosting this year Tom. There will be many famous witches and wizards from all over the world coming that hold high positions. Maybe you will find something that will interest you."

Students began to file in though, so our conversation ended. Tom and I sat down and began writing notes as the class started. The ache was gone, but what I felt when Tom touched me still lingered in my thoughts. This was going to be a long, but interesting year.

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