I Have Crossed Oceans Of Time To Find You

I'm back! Sorry I just got caught up in another fanfiction I am writing. I really need to learn to balance myself better

Tom: You got that one right.

Me: Tom, shut it!

Anyway please enjoy!

Hermione was floating, darkness filling her mind and vision. She was deaf and blind, and the sensation was peaceful.

Hermione, open your eyes…

She wanted to groan and tell that annoying voice to shut the hell up and go away!

I know you do, dearest, but it is really time for you to open your eyes…

That voice, melodic and seductive, had Hermione sighing in defeat.

She opened her eyes.

To a winter wonderland that was frighteningly familiar. She stood in the Great Hall of Hogwarts, decked out as it had been nearly eighteen months ago, during the Yule Ball. Silver icicles hung from the ceiling, as snowflakes as delicate as glass floated in the air around her. Unlike before there was no tables on the diamond-encrusted floor, as sylvan mist swirled around her, and hauntingly beautiful music played around her.

She moved forward, into the mist, and caught sight of herself in the mirror.

Her long bushy hair was smoothed into that familiar sleek style, pinned by diamond starbursts in her hair, except for three ringlets lying against the column of her neck. Instead of the gauzy pink gown she remembered from the Ball, her figure was shrouded in clinging emerald green silk and tulle, her Pendant tucked beneath the silk bodice. The ruffled skirts swirled around her ankles as she glided forward, looking around desperately.

Then a familiar voice sent shivers down her spine.

"I must say green suits your complexion far better than pink, my dear," it said, and the voice seemed to whisper in her ear. Hermione turned and her eyes fell on the man standing three feet away, leaning with nonchalant grace against a stone pillar. "You wear the colours of Slytherin well."

Hermione stared at him as memory came rushing back. "Voldemort…"

He looked nothing like she had last seen him. Instead of his gleaming white skin, there was a flush of red blood beneath his sculpted face, his bald head covered by sable waves of hair. Green eyes studied her piercingly in his handsome face, his eyes following the drape of her skirts over her lower body. He was clothed in a dark suit, one that clung to his moderately muscled frame as he pushed away from the wall and stalked towards her.

"You look surprised, my dear. It becomes you," he smiled at her, as she tried to back away, her eyes flaring wide. His arm encircled her waist, pulling her against him, eliciting a strangled gasp from Hermione.

Slowly they began to dance, their bodies shifting sensuously against one another, as they fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. Hermione gulped, her eyes fixed on the slender column of his neck at eye-level. Slowly she looked up and into his eyes.

"Why am I here? Where am I?" she asked in quick succession. He smirked.

"Such inane questions, yet prudent as well. Well firstly, my dear-" he began before Hermione interrupted him.

"I am not your dear!" she snarled, trying to back out of his arms, but they just tightened, pulling her even closer.

"Don't interrupt me again, Hermione," he said, silky and quiet, bending his head so he spoke into her ear. "You won't enjoy the consequences. Now the reason you're here is simple: You are the Heiress of Ravenclaw. I am the Heir of Slytherin. We belong together, our power united as one."

"I know you're the Heir of Slytherin. Your Basilisk decided to turn me into a statue during my second year," she told him archly. He smirked.

"Ahh yes. Interesting trick with the mirror. Very clever," he mused, his eyes unfocussed. Hermione's eyes narrowed.

"Get out of my head. I know you're there, so get out," she said, tilting her jaw defiantly. Then Voldemort did something she hadn't expected. He leaned forward and caressed her jaw with his lips, as Hermione's knees nearly buckled. Her neck arched, her eyes fluttering closed, her body betraying her. She felt him raise his head, and she opened her eyes to gaze into his. Her lips throbbed, her body tautening with that remembered yearning she'd experienced not long ago.

"I don't think you want us to leave just yet. Oh yes, Hermione," he grinned at her jerk of surprise. "We are in your mind, in a construct of your memories. I made this place for you, whilst your conscious mind is otherwise…indisposed,"

"You mean I'm unconscious? So I'm dreaming?" she said, frowning. But why?

Suddenly she was spun around, and her back forced against his chest, his arms holding her prisoner.

"Clearly that Muggle-loving fool did not bother to illuminate the details of our bond, Hermione. In order for our power to unite, we must become one in all ways. Mentally and physically," he grinned, as Hermione's eyes widened in horror.

"You mean…? That's disgusting!" she exploded, her mind reeling in surprise. Voldemort chuckled against her neck, his breath sending shivers down every nerve in her body.

"Really, is the thought so repugnant? I know you have dreamed of our last union, when you were Phyllida Raven. I can feel your mind responding to me right now, dearest. Stop trying to fool yourself."

"But why are you screwing around with my head? If you want my body, why can't you just take it?" Hermione asked, trying to remain calm and subjective. The very thought of giving herself to Lord Voldemort, the way Phyllida had done, was…..just wrong.

"So impatient, my little one?" he continued to smirk against her skin, when he placed a hungry open-mouthed kiss against her pulse. It rocketed upwards, as Hermione felt a small moan escape her lips. "You are already mine, darling. But allow me to explain; from the moment I touch you with my bare skin, or vice versa, a time limit awakens within the bond. One month for the bond to be completed, otherwise the power of the Pendants will begin to work against the Heirs. All logical thought is stripped away, until only the need to become one would remain in our minds. The longing and the compulsion would build with every encounter, until they are irresistible. The punishment for resisting is excruciating pain at separation. Trust me, I tried to resist Phyllida and she me, for the longest time. It was only when we touched for the first time, in our sixth year, that our bond was activated. Before that, I wasn't even aware of the existence of an Heiress at Hogwarts. But once we were, it became inevitable. As is ours, Hermione, but I would prefer not to have a time limit in which to sway you to my side. Here, in your mind, we are safe from the bond," he explained coolly, yet Hermione felt a sliver of fear run through her. She would have no choice in the matter; join him, or he'd activate the time limit on the bond, and she would become his whether she liked it or not.

"You are unbelievable! Do I not get a say in this!" she cried unthinkingly. A second later she rolled her eyes. Of course not.

"You lost your say the moment you were born, Hermione. You and your destiny are mine now," he said silkily. Hermione gritted her teeth against the feelings rising under her skin as they revolved to the haunting violin music. A second later her brow quirked. This would annoy him no end.

"My destiny is mine to decide…Tom," she sighed. "And if this is my mind I can have some say here,"

She felt him shake his head. "You forget I can see everything in your mind, Hermione. You can't annoy me by using that name, so don't bother trying."

But Hermione thought she detected a slight frisson in his voice, one that had her grinning. "Whatever you say, Tom,"

"Let's see how clever you think you are, Hermione," he growled against her neck, before she was swung around and pulled against his torso. Hermione blinked at finding herself so close to the Dark Lord, and gulped, her lips tingling.

Voldemort's eyes glittered with an inner fire, his being alive with power. She could feel it brush her skin, the surface of her mind. He bent his head, and his lips brushed hers. Hermione felt any control disappear, as she stretched upwards in his arms, tracking his lips. He smiled smugly, before giving her what she wanted.

Warmth swiped across her lips, and Hermione sighed, opening her mouth before she sank against him. He took control instantly, pouring molten desire down her veins, silk shushing between them as she shifted against him. She had no idea what she was doing; she was just acting on instinct. He pulled her closer, as his hands left her waist to trail over her body, exploring all he intended to claim one day.

A second later he groaned. Salazar, what this witch was doing to him! And he thought her entirely innocent. Not even close.

Tom forced her closer, crushing her against him as their tongues duelled with urgency, heat building intensely between them. Hermione cried out into his mouth when one hand slid over her breast, claiming her body. Ok, only her mental body but still…

Hermione was dimly aware of the music disappearing, as she was walked backwards until her back hit something solid. Wood?

A second later it didn't matter because Tom's-Voldemort's-hands swept down her back, pulling her hard against him and the hardness cradled by her stomach. She gasped into his mouth, running her hands through his hair almost frantically, desperate to get even closer. Conscious thought had long since disappeared, along with the disgust Hermione knew she should have been feeling at her intimacy with the Dark Lord.

Tom's hands rose up her body, coming to rest on her shoulders before they moved sideways, taking the sleeves of her dress with them. The gown collapsed with a sibilant swoosh of silk, and Hermione felt no shame as she just pressed closer to him. Abruptly, he shoved her away roughly, and she fell back with a gasp onto something soft. She was dimly aware of velvet blankets underneath her skin, the sensation of the material brushing her skin muted by the pure desire rushing through her. She met his eyes, her spine arching unconsciously.

Tom's eyes ran over her nude body, taking in her enthralling beauty.

"Soon, Hermione, you will call me 'Master', and it will be my great pleasure to awaken all the darkness within you. We will be unstoppable," he murmured, a triumphant smile lighting his features, his dark eyes gleaming red.

Those were the wrong words to say.

With a rush, the lethargy affecting her limbs disappeared and reason returned with a rush. She breathed freer when Hermione realised she could feel him in her mind, and feel the bonds he held her in to keep her unconscious.

With a flick of her mind, drawing on all her strength, Hermione sat bolt upright.

"NO!"

Hermione awoke on a soft bed, hung with dusty green curtains, and her eyes immediately met the burning, malevolent ones of Lord Voldemort.

Inhaling raggedly, she determinedly stared him down, the Pendant of Ravenclaw glowing on her chest.

"You will never be my master," she snarled fiercely, brushing her unruly brown locks from her face. "Never."

Me: so yeah, sorry again for the long delay and the shortness of this chapter, but school is just so hectic!

Tom: That's no excuse, Tigress. I could write a hundred essays in the time it took you to do one.

Me: You know, I really didn't miss you while you were gone.

Tom: sure you did (Leans towards me seductively)

Me: How about no? After all I had these three lovely boys….(leans back into the embrace of three gorgeous men, Carver Doone, Lord Nelson Rathbone and Aro of the Volturi)….to help me whilst you were away.

Tom: (Snorts in disgust) You replace me with a dead guy, and two muggles? You have no taste, Tigress.

Me: (raises eyebrow) No taste, Tom? You can't talk! Hypocrite!

Tom: Me, a hypocrite! You're the one who's lying very contentedly in the arms of, and I repeat, a dead guy, and two muggles!

Me: What does that have to do with my being a hypocrite?

Aro: it doesn't.

Tom: Oh shut it, Fang boy, before I get mad.

Aro: And that's supposed to scare me how exactly?

Me: Now, now Aro, stop baiting him dear. Besides, Tom, they may be undead or muggles, but there are compensations...

Tom's eyes narrow.

Me:...for example Aro never gets tired, and his stamina is astounding. Nelson back here (Nelson leans down for a kiss) can handle his sabre very well. Very, very well indeed. And Carver...well every girl like a bit of brawn instead of brain every now and again.

Carver: Hey! I might have to punish you later for that, my Tigress...

Me: He's a bit possessive though. Threatened to shoot me through the heart if I didn't finish writing his fanfiction.

Tom: I can't believe you replaced me! After all I've given you, Tigress!

Me: Excuse me? Who ran off with Hermione Granger and left me all alone? Huh? You brought this on yourself, Snake-Boy!

Tom just glares at me, in a very sexy manner.

Me( sighing heavily): Fine, I still love you. Now you three back to your fandoms. I'll deal with you shortly.

Aro: Adieu, mía stella. Parting is such sweet sorrow...(kisses my hand)

Tom ( Muttering): Smug prick.

Carver: See you later, lover. (Yanks my head back and kisses me passionately)

Me: Ooh, I just got a new idea for your story. But next time...not so rough.

Carver: You know you love it, my Tigress (Winks at me as I blush and Tom glares)

Nelson: I'll be seeing you soon, my darling. (smirks seductively as he darts a glance at Tom) We still need to work on your riposte, my dear. Your... skill with my sabre are still not quite up to scratch. You just need practice.

Tom: WHAAAT!

Me: Cool it, Snakey.

Nelson: Whoops.

Me: Yeah, 'whoops'. See you soon honey (blows a kiss).

(Nelson places a daring kiss on my neck as Tom looks ready to explode)

(Nelson, Carver and Aro vanish)

Me: What?

Tom: I will personally ensure you will never want any of those...idiots again.

Me: You can't be my muse in every fandom, Tommy. You have to learn to share.

Tom: Never (He grabs me and throws me under him)

Nagini: Those two are at it again. The next chapter won't be long in coming trust me, with that going on!

(Much later on)

Tom: was I good, or was I good?

Me: Smug Slytherin. I dunno, you're on par with Nelson and Aro. Carver on the other hand...(fanning myself with my hand teasingly as Tom growls)

Tom: I will take great pleasure in petrifying those...cretins permanently.

Me: You will not. I'm not neglecting my other fandoms for you, hon, so get used to it! By the way have you met my muse for the Doctor Who fandom? The Master and the Doctor...? Who knew a binary cardiovascular system could do tha...?

Tom: I don't want to know

Next chapter up soon, hopefully.