Promise: Lost Souls

By: slytherinangel01

Chapter Ten: Surprising News

Pairing: Hermione G. & Tom R.

Language: English

Genre: Romance & Drama

Rating: MA (mature people only)

AN: Hey guys! I am sorry for the long wait. It is extremely difficult to type on this Kindle. I apologize for miss-spellings and grammatical errors. It is hard to fix such things, because the device I am using does not have a grammar or spell checker.

Hermione POV

The classes were very long and dull. Being myself though, I still wrote down extensive notes on anything I deemed of importance. I was surprised though, when Tom did not write down a single note in any of our classes. Honestly speaking, it agitated me a bit, because I have to write down things to remember them, and he could simply absorb all the information he is given verbally. I was impressed though. Not just anyone could do that.

Not being able to help myself, I tried my best to outdo him in every single one of our classes. There were sometimes I did, but others he did. I admit I loved it though. The challenge that he presents me with. It felt like how Draco and I used to be. It still hurt a lot to think about him, but I am thankful for the time I had with him. It was now lunch time, and I was able to finally get away from Tom. I am wary of this shocking interest Tom seems to have in me though. He seems kind of in a way possessive of me in his actions. He was constantly at my side and touching me. He was not really touching me in a bad way but he made me shiver whenever he touched me. That is what made me very tense. I knew from Dumbledore's notes that Tom was not interested in the females in the school. He never dated it seemed as well. It worries me. Is it a bad or good thing that he seems to be interested? It was impossible for me to not change the future, because Ginny and I are stuck here, and I am worried that it may drastically change the future. That could be a bad thing, but yet it could also turn out good. Maybe if I could somehow keep Tom from doing certain things that he is going to do then it may change some things for the good in the future. I frowned as I recalled Dumbledore's earlier advice. How could I possibly tell Tom that I am pregnant? At the thought of my unborn child, I rubbed my stomach in soothing circles. Doesn't Dumbledore not like Tom? Yet Dumbledore would not suggest such a thing unless he had a plan. What the plan is, I have no idea.

Should I or should I not... Tom does not seem like an evil guy trying to take over the world, but I knew from experience that looks could be deceiving. If I told him I told him I am pregnant and he finds out I am muggleborn, he might try to kill me so I won't 'spawn' more 'filthy' children. It would kill me if I lost the most precious thing Draco had ever given me...

I frowned again when I remembered what happened in Potions. How could I respond to him like that? So easily and quickly. Grudgingly, I could not deny that energy I felt when we had touched. What was that anyway?

Still puzzled, I walked into the Infirmary. I sighed happily when I saw that no one was admitted in the Infirmary. It gave me more privacy to talk to the Healer. I scanned my surroundings. It looked just like it does in the future. I felt a small twinge in my heart for all my friends. I pushed the sadness away though when I spotted the Healer rummaging inside a large cabinet. I walked over to her and peaked inside. It was filled to the brim with all kinds of potions and even some muggle medicine. She still had not noticed me so I hesitantly spoke.

"Excuse me?"

Startled, the female Healer spun around and looked at me. Recognizing me, she gave me a bright smile as she turned to face me.

"I was wondering when you would stop by. Please take a seat and make yourself comfortable while I gather a few things for you."

I nodded and sat down on the nearest bed. Dropping my bag carelessly on the ground, I sat down on the freshly made bed. I watched silently as the Healer closed the large wooden doors to the Infirmary and placed a silencing charm on the room. She bustled back to the cabinet and started taking vials out. After gathering what she wanted, she walked to me and sat beside me on the bed. The vials were lying on her lap. She picked up a green filled vial that looked gross. She handed it to me as she began to speak.

"I made this for you just this morning. It will help you with any morning sickness that may occur. If you ever feel queasy, just take one sip and the feeling will go away. I warn you though; it tastes as bad as it looks. If you put it in your food or even your drink, it might take away a little of the bitter taste. The potion will not harm you or your child in any way. I pride myself in my potion making. "I nodded as I picked up my bag from the floor and gently placed the vial in it. She then gave me a blue vial that looked like it had sparkles in it and a purple vial. I listened attentively as she began to explain what they were for.

"These are something I invented. It is supposed to help with the baby's nutrition and health." I slipped them both into my bag then turned to face her as she began to speak again.

"There are a few more things that Professor Dumbledore wanted me to discuss with you. You need to understand that magical babies are far more different from a muggle baby. Especially during the time they are developing. Have you ever felt a little drained? As if your magic was being used but you were not even using it?"

I nodded my head. Now that I think about it, I sometimes felt that way.

"The reason you felt that way, was because your baby was tapping into your magic. Magical babies sometimes erect a protective shield around them whenever they feel scared or threatened. These results in the witch feeling very magically drained. Sometimes, a witch can even not be able to perform magic when the child is doing this. That is why a pregnant witch must have a strong male wizard with them at all times. It can not be just any random wizard though. It will be one specific wizard of your choosing. This is vital in a pregnancy because the child will draw magic from not just the pregnant witch but also the wizard. It will make it easier on your magic. Naturally, being a female, you will be the weakest because you are the closest source of magic and you are physically carrying the child. If you do not have a male to protect you, you will be vulnerable to everything. It is even more vital to have a strong wizard with you after you have delivered the baby. You and the child will be drained and weak. The wizard would be able to care and protect the both of you during this important time. Usually it is the husband that takes on this but I assume that you no longer have that significant person with you."

I nodded.

"Do you have any male wizard family member that attends this school?"

I shook my head.

"I am sorry. I should have known that. That means that you will have no choice but to choose someone you feel is strong enough, magically and physically, to protect you and your child. You have to be careful in your selection though, because once you choose, the baby will not bond with any other male. The wizard and the baby will always have a special bond because of this. The baby will always recognize when the male is near and will feel safe in their presence."

I frowned as I hesitantly spoke.

"What if... what if the baby has already bonded with someone but that someone has passed away...?"

She smiled sympathetically.

"The baby must always have the bonded male near them. If the wizard passes, the bond breaks. It has never been discovered as to why this happens, but the baby is free to bond with another."

I nodded my head in understanding as a lump began to form in my throat. The baby is no longer bonded to Draco... I jumped when I felt the healer gently pat my hand. I looked up and saw her pain filled eyes as she looked at me with understanding.

"I know how you feel. I used to be married to wizard by the name of Luke. He was brutally killed though when I was four months pregnant. I had no family to turn to. My baby bonded with my best friend Mark. We eventually fell in love and we are now married. I had my baby Sarah six years ago."

I wiped away a few tears with my hands. After I pulled myself together, I asked her a question that has been bugging me.

"How do they bond?"

"The male must say a specific chant that all male wizards are born knowing. I have never met a woman yet who knows what it is. It is supposed to be a special thing between only the wizard and child. The wizard tends to say it when the female is unaware and then tells the female that they had bonded with the baby. You will feel the bond and in a way, you are bonded with the wizard."

I nodded my head as she continued.

"Has Albus ever suggested a male to you?"

I looked away from her in thought. Did Dumbledore really suggest who I think he is? Tom Riddle? Dumbledore must sense something that I am missing to suggest such a thing? If Dumbledore believes this to be a good thing, I will just have to trust him and his plans. Something good must come out of this right? I just do not like the idea of placing not only my safety, but that of my unborn child, in the hands of the man who murdered all of my dear friends and family.

I turned back towards her and nodded.

She smiled.

"Good. Dumbledore is a wise man and will only suggest the best for you. "

I was about to say something when my stomach grumbled. The Healer giggled as I blushed. That is embarrassing.

"You should go eat. There is still at least thirty minutes of lunch."

Nodding, I slipped off the bed and picked up my bag. We shook hands and I headed out of the Infirmary. I turned to face her though when I heard her gasp.

"I almost forgot to tell you to come sometime this week for a check up and we will talk more about your pregnancy."

I tilted my head a bit before turning away from her and walking out the now open doors. I made it to the Great Hall in no time. My stomach tightened a little when I saw Tom sitting beside Abraxas. As if sensing my gaze, he turned away from Abraxas and looked straight at me. My legs felt like jelly as I made my way over to him when he beckoned me with his eyes. I felt compelled to go to him, as if it were the most natural thing to do.

Tom POV

I frowned as I watched Hermione walk away from me. When she turned around the corner, I headed towards the Great Hall. I do not like this feeling. I have never been one to be possessive over a female. I have always shared the women I fucked with others. I never really gave a damn who they fucked with as long as they did not have any disease that could transfer to me. The women were just a means to an end. I use them only for my pleasure. Never have I ever brought a woman to completion. I have never even given my seed to any of them. Now that I think about it, I have never even kissed or pleasurably touched a woman. Only once have I ever kissed a girl and that was just to distract her for my own gain. With Hermione, it is different. The thought of any other man touching her made my blood boil and my magic flare with fury. With her, I am very possessive. I know without a doubt that if I find out that someone has dared to touch her, they will be subject to severe pain and suffering. Possibly even death. She is mine and I will have her body. That is a fact. I will have her even if she is unwilling though I will prefer her to come to me willingly. It would make it even more pleasurable to see her moaning body withering beneath me in submission. My groin tightened at the delectable image.

I will lose all sense if she is taken from me. I will have to find a way to bind her to me. Permanently. I already know she is bright by the way she was in class. I would even go as far as to say her knowledge could compete with mine. Of course I know I have more experience than her but she is smart in her own right. She will make an excellent Dark Lady. I was pleased with that thought. Yes, she would make a lovely Dark Lady. And when I mark her as my lady, she will be bound to me for all eternity, and I to her. It is a small price to pay. Being faithful to her will not be so difficult. All women pale before her.

As I entered the Great Hall, I headed towards my usual seat. All ceased their chatter as I took my seat at the Slytherin table. I leaned towards Abraxas, who was to my right, to speak to him.

"There is to be meeting tonight at the usual spot in the Forbidden Forest at one sharp. No one is to be late. You know the consequences."

He nodded and gave the signal that everyone may continue with whatever they were doing. I ate and drank a bit, before beginning to discuss some tactics we will try this year in Quidditch to pass the time. Sensing someone's gaze on me, I turned away from Abraxas and saw Hermione standing at the entrance of the Great Hall. Our gazes locked and I willed her to come to me. When she finally was by me, I gave her a small smile.

"I thought you were in the library."

I was savagely pleased when she blushed under my heated gaze. She was attracted to me. Good. Her voice was soft and warm as she looked at me.

"I was but I am hungry."

I nodded as I gave the person on my left a look. They quickly moved out of the way. Sliding to the left, I beckoned her to sit between me and Abraxas. When she sat down, I began to feel my body respond to her closeness. Needing to feel her warm body, I placed my hand on her knee under the table. I hid my smirk when I felt her quiver at my touch. As she placed food on her plate and began to eat, I moved the offending skirt and bunched it up at her waist. I glanced at her. She was eating her food calmly as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening. Lazily, I traced designs on her inner thighs as I looked around the Hall. I glared inside my mind when I saw Dumbledore looking at Hermione and me with his twinkling blue eyes. Why does he do that? I looked away from his knowing eyes and turned to Hermione. I squeezed her thigh to get her attention. Her brown eyes locked with mine. Such beautiful eyes...

I leaned towards her and spoke huskily in her ear. My lips slightly grazed the sensitive tip of her ear.

"If you are done, lets head to class early."

I pulled her skirt to her knees as she nodded. We silently got up and made our way out of the Great Hall. My arm was wrapped firmly around her waist.

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