A/N: Sorry I haven't been updating a lot, usually I aim for like 2 chapters a night and it took me three days to finish one! I guess I'm getting lazier. :\ but anywayyy enjoy reading (hopefully)

-and also i re-read chapter 9 just now and it was worse than I thought! the spelling is appalling and I'm sorry, this one WILL be better.

Every parting is a form of death, as every reunion is a type of heaven.

When Hermione was waiting outside the common room for Tom, she was absolutely positive she was in for THE worst trip to Hogsmeade she would ever have. But she was wrong - something that had been happening at an unusually constant level lately.

She had thought that he would be uncivil, pompous and talkative. But he was quite the opposite.

Tom was actually gentlemanly. He opened the doors for Hermione when she needed to go into a shop, and he didn't talk rudely. Sometimes they did have a round of insults but Hermione, to her huge dismay, found herself enjoying them. And as for talkative, well he still was quiet but Hermione actually liked the silence sometimes, she found it comforting.

I am so utterly out of my mind it's not even funny. She thought as she followed Tom into the Three Broomsticks. he pulled out a chair for her and then sat down himself.

Hermione shrugged off her coat and placed it at the back of her seat before sitting down opposite him.

"You know what Riddle?" She asked, eyeing his handsome whole as he absently toyed with the table number card. Without looking up he answered, "Enlighten me, Stonem."

Hermione felt a smirk at her lips, but hid it for now. "You've been unusually civil today." At this, Tom looked up at her and rolled his eyes.

"Oh I'm so sorry." he said sarcastically, then continued in an impassive tone, "What? am I not civil all the while?"

Hermione laughed loudly at his innocent expression. "We've been through this haven't we? threatening and assaulting people is NOT civility."

He scowled at her smugness and resumed picking at the corner of the card, "Yes, well I guess we've reached some sort of acquaintance now haven't we?"

His tone was so bored Hermione had to reply the words in her head to understand properly. She raised an eyebrow at Tom and scoffed.

"Hardly! I'd say we've reached some sort of truce." Hermione didn't miss the frown that appeared on his face before it was covered up quickly.

He nodded, face unreadable and suddenly darker as he got up from his seat. "I'll go get us butterbeer."

Hermione couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt and regret at what she had said, but she made it go away instantly. Get a hold of yourself Hermione! a voice in her head scolded, You've spent the whole bloody day with him and have neglected your mission throughout all of it!

"Have not." Hermione muttered under her breath. But deep down she knew the voice was right. She was letting his act and his charm get to her and rather than using opportunities to get information out of him, she was enjoying herself. You daft idiot girl. She said to herself.

When Tom returned, Hermione made sure she had come back to her senses. She forced herself to see the evil creature who took her loved ones from the world, not the charming and incredibly handsome teenage boy he pretended to be. Well actually, he doesn't pretend to be that good-looking -he can't help it.

If Hermione was appalled with herself before than she was just down right disgusted now. "Idiot" she cursed at herself, shaking her head slightly.

she looked up when the chair opposite he screeched back. "Is that what you think of me?"

Tom said, sitting down, his face holding no emotion except for a slight smirk at the edge of his mouth. Hermione felt her face warm up.

"N-no I was thinking of someone else..that I know." She smiled at him, but he was looking into his butterbeer, as if waiting for something to happen to it.

"Tom" Hermione noted that he always responded when she used his first name. "You still haven't told me one of your secrets."

He looked at her in a odd way before replying. "I don't share secrets with people that I merely have 'some sort of truce' with."

Hermione gaped at him. He actually sounded hurt? No. he's all act. he's fake hes- h- he looks so upset! Hermione ran her eyes over his face again and damned his good acting skills to hell. He should've considered Hollywood instead of Dark Lordship.

Well, even if he was acting Hermione knew he wasn't going to spill anything until he got what he wanted. or what he pretended to want.

"I'm-I'm sorry." Tom's eyebrows knitted together but he didn't look at her and for some reason not seeing his face properly when she talked to him was really starting to bother Hermione.

"I was just joking when I said we weren't acquaintances. I mean of course we're acquaintances, infact I consider us.. friends now." She knew she had gone a little overboard with her apology by saying they were friends, but if she didn't start getting him to warm up to her now, when they were at Hogsmeade, then when?

Tom's eyebrows furrowed even further, he looked at Hermione, eyes wide slightly, his mouth was agape. This was the most un composed face she had ever seen Tom Riddle hold ever.

"Friends?" he barely whispered to her, as if she had said something in another language.

Hermione nodded, scrutinizing him with her large eyes squinted slightly. She was confused by his reaction. She knew he wouldn't be overjoyed but she didn't think that her saying they were friends would be that surprising to him.

Tom's expression barely changed, his eyes only went back to normal and his mouth closed a little but not that much. "Friends." he repeated again, to himself this time. He looked in deep thought.

Hermione desperately wanted to change the subject now. She mentally kicked herself for saying anything about a friendship to the taken-aback boy in front of her. She looked around the room as if something in the Three Broomsticks would give her an idea.

For gods sake! she thought in her head angrily. It's as if the boy hadn't heard the word fr-

Her thoughts came to such a sudden halt, Hermione swore she might get a head ache because of it.

Because at that moment, her roaming eyes landed on Abraxas Malfoy as he walked in to the Three Broomsticks. This wouldn't bother her at all usually, but there was something about Abraxas that struck her. his hair wasn't thick in gel and fully sleeked back, it was ruffled and messier, his eyes were lighter, maybe even...grey? Hermione gasped.

"It-It can't be" she whispered, her heart about to burst with joy. In that moment, she forgot all about Tom, about the mission, about everything except for the beautifully familiar boy mere meters away from her.

She bolted up from her seat at lightening speed, faintly aware of the mug of butterbeer that she'd knocked over and that was now spilling over the wooden floor, but not aware enough to care.

And then Hermione sprinted. she ran as fast as she could to the pale boy who had his back to her now and was talking to a wizard she didn't care to recognize. His back straightened and Hermione guessed it was because he heard her speedy steps.

He turned around just as she reached him and she did all but tackle him with the biggest hug in Wizarding History.

Hermione's eyes leaked tears she had refused to let out for days and she tangled her hands into his hair. His familiar scent was so comforting to her she never wanted to let go.

A few seconds later strong arms returned her embrace just as enthusiastically.

"Draco, I-"

She was cut off by Draco Malfoy's lips feverishly on top of her own.

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