A/N: Forewarning to all who read this story, this is where things between my fanfic and the AO3 versions change. The AO3 gets, a lot, more gritty in the smut scenes and Fanfiction has quite a lot cut out. :) so if you want the A03 Version you can find it at: www. archiveofourown /works/13737366/chapters/35798055 (remove the spaces)

Chapter 10

"Darkness is simply a piece of the whole, neither good nor evil unless you make it so."

― Jenna Maclaine, Bound By Sin

XxX

Hermione and Harry had been sitting on her couch when the investigative team barreled through her front door. Concern made her scrunch her brows against the palm of her hand as the fury of men began scouring her home. One by one they began to tear through it. A stunned fury began to take seed in her heart.

No one had bothered to stop and get the story from her, they had just started… looking. Her jaw clenched at the sheer nerve of it. Riddle had just invaded her home and that's all that mattered to them?

Amidst of all the stress, Harry calmly rubbed her back. The act was soothing enough to keep her from snapping at the current company. Her curiosity peaked when his hand paused on her spine and bunched into a fist, twisting her shirt tightly within its hold. It spoke his hostility with abrupt clarity.

Her deep amber eyes tilted his direction to capture the look on his face. Harry's eyes narrowed towards her front door and his back had gone rigid. His features twisted sourly at whatever it was he saw.

The breath caught in her throat as she watched the emerald of his eyes descend into a deep forest green. There was murder in his eyes. Her heart skipped with dread, nothing about the look on his face meant good things.

"Miss Granger." She barely suppressed the groan when Albus Dumbledore made himself known.

"Albus." She acknowledged his presence but refused to look up at him. Harry was obviously mad at the man for something and she had no doubt that, that something, involved her somehow.

"Can you walk me through the events of this evening?" He sounded a little too warm for her liking. Her eyes flickered to his face before she could stop herself. His lips quirked into an encouraging smile as he seated himself on the chair across from them.

It was suspicious.

Her forehead wrinkled as she gave the elder man a quick once over. "After I left the meeting I came home and showered. I did not realize anything was amiss until I went into my room. It was there that I found the book and the note on my-"

"Albus," Sirius cut in before Hermione could finish. "There is something you need to see." Hermione did not miss the calculated look Sirius shot her way, like he was judging her innocence. The breath in her chest stumbled to a stop. Why would he look at her like that?

Unless…

Frantically Hermione pushed herself into a stand, her mind flooded with panic. There was no way Riddle could manage all of that beneath her nose. Right?

Attempting not step on the man heels, Hermione followed behind him as closely as she could. The echo of another set of footsteps alerted her to Harry's presence. It seemed like he was all too determined not to leave her side. There was not enough time to think about why, her mind was racing with potential knowledge. She wanted it to be wrong, but the mass of people gathered outside her study made the possibilities low.

Their silent whispers filled her hall with a low buzz. That was never good. There was definitely something wrong.

Her mind seized with the need to scream the moment they walked through the study doors. Her feet fell out from under her, forcing Harry to catch her mid stumble. Tremors began taking over her body, the tingle of the sensation left her skin cold. Unconsciously her fingers began to bite into the flesh of the arm Harry had wrapped around her waist. Her panic made her squeeze with all her might.

There was a man, carefully posed, in the center of the room. His chin was rested lazily on an open palm and his eyes fell blindly on the empty air… simply because there were no eyes to speak of. His muscles had long gone rigid but it had not been the rigamortus that moulded his position but the long planks of steel that pierced various sections of his flesh.

The waist down of this man was entirely vacant, as if his body disappeared neatly into the floor. Her eyes dropped to the circles surrounding his body, each unique in colour and form. She traced over them, growing more aware of the story the further she ventured. Nine rings. The last ring had four evenly placed lines that connected to the base of the body, but only the fourth section was filled in.

Nine rings, four sections… She knew what this picture was. She knew what tale Tom was telling here!

"Is the identity confirmed?" Albus turned a Sirius with question in his eyes, but she could tell by the look in his eyes that Dumbledore already knew who this victim was.

"Yes," Sirius replied with a grim hum. "It's been confirmed: this is the rest of Rodolphus Lestrange, The chief executive of the asylum."

The rest? So they had found his missing half elsewhere, most likely after she left. Harry had probably discovered Riddle's disappearance at the crime scene. The fact someone else was already dead probably ignited a fear for her safety, it must have made him come searching for her, but why the hell hadn't he said something?

She felt violated, these people had walked into her home knowing exactly what to look for. That was why they never spoke to her.

"It seems like we will need to have a bit of a talk, Miss Granger." Her forehead creased at the sudden formal wave of her name, it sounded wrong on Sirius' tongue, he never called her Miss… let alone Granger.

"You can't be serious." Harry snapped. "You know Hermione would never do this."

"It is simply protocol, Harry." Albus assured him with a firm hand on his shoulder. The flame inside her pulsed like a raging storm. Why the hell were they assuring Harry that everything would be alright? She was the one who had a bloody killer determined to force his way into her life.

With small smile Albus continued, "Miss Granger, please follow Sirius to the other room. He will need to speak to you in private."

She released the stale breath from her lungs and removed herself from Harry's protective grip. She couldn't let them have any doubts about her innocence. She needed to face this with all the strength she could find. With a firm nod, she followed Sirius.

The walk to her patio was damned by silence. Her stomach twisted nervously as she stared at Sirius stiff shoulders. He had never acted cold towards her before. She didn't know what to do.

"Hermione-" They stopped when his hand pressed against the doors. He didn't move it further, he remained firmly planted were he was. The fire in his glare reflecting off the glass of the door and landed directly on her form. "You must understand the implications this has on you."

"I understand."

"Good." He released a frustrated sigh as he shoved the door open to usher her outside. She was quick to take a seat since she found herself rather unsure of her ability to remain standing. "Where were you between the hours of twelve and seven am last night?" Hermione lifted a brow at his question. It felt like such a ridiculous and obvious question to ask of her. She was where she always ways. "Humor me," Sirius huffed. "You came into the meeting looking rather exhausted, did you sleep?"

"I was at home working on the caseload, so no: I didn't sleep." She answered slowly.

"Can anyone vouch for your whereabouts?"

"I-" Hermione broke off in disbelief. "No."

"So, you have no one who can verify your location at the time of Riddle's escape?" Sirius crossed his arms over his chest and peered down her with a type of look that made her feel unclean. The temptation to search her own skin for blood almost took root in her mind.

"No." She returned quickly. "Sirius, I didn't do this, you know that I wou-"

"You met with Riddle in secret and better yet, any proof of this meeting has been erased from the security footage." The darkness in his voice was causing her muscles to go stiff beneath her skin. He actually had doubt in her, the man she grew up with next to Harry. "It has also been noted that during the time you were 'working on the case' you failed to answer two of the riddles. Two that seemed strikingly easy. Why is that?"

"Are you insinuating that I didn't work on them at all?" She was beginning to lose control of her breathing. A tightness grew in the pit of her chest and swelled until breathing hurt.

"Can you blame me?" He retorted with anger paining his voice red. "You turned to him for answers before any of us. You meet in secret, now there is no proof of it occurring at all!" Sirius bit out a scoff before he leaned his hands on the armrest either side of her chair. Hermione found herself sinking back into her seat as the man towered over her with a furious gaze. "He's leaving you fucking love letters, Hermione."

The break in his formalities almost made her whimper. Sirius was angry, but he was angry just as much as he was concerned. She could see that, but it did not make his doubts any less painful.

"Sirius, please..." The words left her mouth with a quivered whisper, but she couldn't find the strength to continue.

"We have had a leak in the team since you joined us. It was like the killer knew our every move." Hermione's heart caught in her throat at his words. The way he was staring at her… the way…

No. No, no! He couldn't truly think that could he?!

"Then here you come, with all answers. It was you that explained that the killer was leaving love notes for someone to see, and now that Riddle has escaped…" Sirius sighed like he couldn't believe it himself. "Well here he is, promising to talk to you again and leaving you gifts of his own. Is he returning your letters, Miss Granger?"

Hermione almost lost the contents of her stomach.

The stress on her heart made it race out of control. She could see exactly what was happening, she was being forced into a box. Riddle had insured that she looked guilty. He had practically built a whole case against her and all he had to do was leave his cell once. He knew that they didn't appreciate her and that they didn't respect her… and now he was using that to isolate her.

"We can't arrest you on speculation and it is extremely clear that this is Riddle's handy work, but," his voice cracked with exhaustion but the flare in his eyes had yet to leave. "You will be placed at another location and you will remain on a twenty-four hour watch for security purposes."

Her chest seized like a hot knife had sliced it's way through the ice of her skin. It ignited her soul with a pain she had never experienced before it mated with her growing fears.

She was alone in this. They were going to leave her out for the monsters to find.

As Harry's godfather pushed himself away from her, she felt the dam of her fried emotions begin to crack. It was crippling. Slowly a lone tear broke free from the edges of her eyes and slipped down her cheek.

"Tears can't save you from this, Miss Granger." Sirius sighed, before gesturing towards the door. "We will be leaving for your new residence now, so if you would follow me."

Hermione didn't hear him past the ringing in her ears. She was too far gone, lost in the distance while she forcefully repeated Sirius words in her mind. Leaving… now, after Riddle had just declared that he was going to return for her?

It was obvious that they didn't care, they were about to chain her down like a dog while they built a case against her. The worst of it being that it would not be hard; the killer left no clues, just riddles and hints. Riddles and hints that only she had seemed to understand.

"Hermione." The snap of Sirius' tone had her head shoot his direction. He was becoming impatient, something he tended to do into when he needed a cigarette. He was clearly stressed out by the Doctor's escape and she couldn't find it in her to blame him. Tom Riddle had killed his friends- ney, his family and Harry was all he had left.

Sirius was never going to risk Harry's safety over her.

With a slow nod Hermione forced herself to stand and allowed Sirius to lead her to her impending doom.

XxX

Tom felt his soul shutter delightfully as Sirius Black began demanding answers from Hermione, answers she could never provide.

It had been all too easy, really. She was always too busy running their investigation and attempting to prove her worth to be bothered with anything else. Due to her distinct collection of rare texts, it had been clairvoyant for Tom to see she preferred books over the company of people and it made her secluded. So few saw her outside of work. Few knew what she did with her time. It wasn't like she bothered to tell them.

It was easy frame someone when the killer was an empty canvas.

The woman was brilliant and this poor excuse of a team were far too idiotic to understand that. Their views were easily changed when the slightest smudge appeared on her perfect image. They were so busy staring at the flaw that they forgot the brilliance of the masterpiece.

So, now here they were: Sirius making leaps and bounds until he decided that, not only could she be the leak but she might actually be the killer. Tom could barely keep the laughter from falling off his tongue.

He had not expected them to jump to that particular conclusion so soon into the game- not that it mattered of course. She was isolated now. Alone and suspected. It made it far easier for him to prey upon her.

"Let the games begin." Tom spoke silently to the wind. An amused hum dancing from his lips as he made a slow descent down the lawn. His heart thrummed with the excitement and danced with the violent call of his mind. "Ready or not, Hermione."

It was simply too perfect.

"Here I come."

XxX

Hermione felt defeated, in a matter of seconds her whole world had been turned around. She spent her time trying to make these people respect her… but now they thought the worst of her.

Hermione's surface of the bed squeaked as she attempted to adjust to the unforgiving mattress, but nothing she did helped to make any of it better. Her insides swirled with a potent mix of horror and rage. It curled inside her heart like a black poison, eating away her hopes. She was unsure what to do. There was no easy way out of this situation.

The boom of Harry bounding through the bedroom door almost made her drop the rum she was currently nursing. Her wide eyes flicked upwards to watch him steal a quick, and unapproving, glance at the bottle in her hands. Her jaw clenched at the look in his eyes. He had no right to judge her. Her eyes narrowed stubbornly as she pressed the mouth of the bottle back against her lips.

"Enough of that." Harry growled before he stole the bottle from her hands. It rattled when he slammed it down against her bedside-table.

She was hurt, but she was also furious at them.

Hermione forced out a sigh to calm herself. She knew the tired gleam in her eyes spoke more than she could at this point. "Harry, I swear I didn't have any hand in his escape." She ground out her words with exasperation, it was almost painful to say them. She had been saying it all fucking day, what the hell was saying it one more time going to do?

The fact Harry didn't answer left a twinge of disappointment inside her chest. How could he not say something? How could he sit there and be angry, when her life was going all directions but up.

The bed sunk next to her, causing Hermione to peer up and capture Harry's green eyes. He kneeled next to her in a manner that made his body cast a shadow over her own. It was not pleasant to see Harry like this, he was her best friend. He should never have to judge her.

The urge to squirm fought to make itself known at amount of venom hidden within his emerald pigment. Sourly Hermione dropped her gaze and feigned interest in the way his hands moved closer to her body. The amount of aggression seeping from his skin made her regret that choice entirely

"I swear," tumbled softly from her lips before she could stop herself.

Still, no words left Harry's lips.

It was not until his fingers knotted themselves in her hair, that she realised how close he was. With one quick yank, his mouth came down with a force that blistered her lips on contact. It certainly had not been what she expected in this encounter, but the surprise began to die as her skin began to light up under his affections.

This had not been the reaction was expecting, but in the state she was in… she was hardly complaining. She was willing to accept any form of comfort at this point.

Slowly his grip loosened and he pulled back to press his lips to the crown of her head. "I know you didn't, Mione'." A sob tumbled from her lips at his reassuring confession. He believed her, he actually believed her. Words never felt so comforting before.

Hermione was lost in the darkness of her rage, it almost felt surreal. Part of her couldn't help but feel like Harry and her had somehow switched places in all of this. She was the one drowning in the raging sea now. It was clear that Harry was the only one that could see her from the shoreside. The distance made him ignorant to the fact she was not alone in this black storm. No, a monster swam next to her and it found pleasure in the dragging her head below water.

"Harry," She buried her head into the center of his chest and attempted to calm her heart with his scent alone. It was just one of those things that calmed the booming thunder emitted by her heart, regardless of the situation. "I'm scared."

The hand on the back of her head tightened as Harry pressed himself more firmly against her. He curled into her with everything he had, trying to provide the strength she was currently lacking.

She just wanted to make it all to go away.

Her hands fisted in his shirt, the plains of his skin slowly smoothed with her wandering hand. There was a spark of possibilities that fluttered across her mind. The idea was wrong, and she would be ashamed of herself if she followed through. Harry hadn't known what he was doing the night he had come to her - Hermione would be conscious of this decision. It was possible though, she could make it go away if she truly wanted to.

It was a chance she was willing to take.

Hermione felt herself move before she consciously decided, her body moving to straddle his thighs. She it seemed like she didn't actually need to make a decision.

The look of surprise on Harry's face made it clear that he had not expected her behaviour. How odd it seemed that the tables had turned, but the way her fingers began to dance the lines of his figure felt so right. Her hand dropped to sink beneath his shirt before smoothing the fabric upwards.

It was distracting enough to calm the eternal scream radiating through her mind. She needed something to focus on before this whole situation turned her mad.

Harry acted in earnest, his hand moved to encircle her waist, pulling her to him tightly as she lowered her mouth to his. The sweet tingle of desire flared awake under her skin. This is exactly what she needed. She needed all this stress building up in her soul to be released.

Harry had been all to willing to provide that before, why not now?

Her nails tickled the up the smoothness of chest, her mind pleading, begging to remove the fabric obstructing her further exploration. It stopped suddenly, her wrist halted mid stroke when Harry caught her hands.

"We can't, Mione'." His voice was hoarse, like someone had strangled his throat until it became raw. "I can't, you'r-" He sputtered to a hasty stop and chose to pick his next words carefully. "You have become a suspect in this case, and if I-"

"If you sleep with me than it can void evidence or force you off the case." Hermione cut him off with a sigh. "Yes, I know." She shoved herself free from his grip with more force than intended and flopped back onto the bed.

The amber hue of her eyes started to bore into the roof above her. Of course they couldn't. Things never worked out easily for her. With a growl Hermione returned her attention to the rum on her bedside table and acknowledged that it looked extremely appealing.

"I have to go." She could hear Harry's hair ruffle in a way that only occurred when he was frustrated. "I just wanted you to know that I believe you."

A bitterness swelled on the pallet of her tongue as she mulled over his words. She honestly had nothing to say to him, so instead she ignored him until he quietly fled the room.

These idiots had given Riddle exactly what he wanted. While, yes, they had security personnel standing on watch, it hardly made her feel safe. The man brought a body into her home- in the middle of the day, might she add- and not a single soul had witnessed it. If they believed they were 'protecting' her, then they were dead wrong.

She was nothing more than live bait… but maybe that was the point?

Hermione moved the bottle back to her lips before a swift disappointment took hold, the rum was gone. Just perfect. Hermione groaned as exhaustion began to swirl inside her given her intoxicated state She contemplated giving into it. It was an odd sensation, like the world was spinning out of control so her body settled on closing it out instead.

Sleep didn't feel like such a bad idea anymore and drinking wasn't going to make tomorrow any better than today.

A loud yawn left Hermione's mouth. Yes, sleep was the best answer for now, otherwise she would be more hungover than necessary. Slowly Hermione worked to remove her outerwear, the act was sloppy but she couldn't care much at the point. A smirk curled her lips as she settled down against the lumpy mattress. At least the alcohol could make her forget how terrible the bed was.

With a content sigh she spread out as comfortably as possible across the sheets. There was nothing left to bother her but the slight buzz of the drink. She wasn't sure how long that lasted though, because the very fibers of her flesh began to hum with an unnatural tone.

The sensation was hot and it left her skin damp with perspiration. It made every inch of her soul ache because something inside felt empty. The void inside her cried out at the line dancing across her skin and pleaded for it's mercy. She wanted it to ignite the life inside her soul, to make her world better.

She couldn't quite figure out what the mysterious warmth was, though.

Her thoughts were heavy with sleep and her mind was dulled by the rum coursing through her veins. It, regretfully, made her slow to understand the sensation. Even the reality of the world around her was indistinguishable.

Greedily she arched into the movement, adoring the way it flicked up her hips and swayed across her midsection. That flame curled deep into her center until her thighs clenched together. She hissed demandingly when the trailing warmth paused just along the underside of her breast.

Its hesitation engaged a part of her that demanded more. A dangerous purr fell from her lips while she reached down to capture that flame between her hands. It wasn't allowed to stop - not until she said so. Yes, it was gluttonous of her, but she needed this release.

Hermione barely realized that it was another hand between her own. It's skin was smooth, but the tips were calloused due to the year of work written across the papyrus of his skin. The contrast against her own skin was absolutely delicious. She chose to encourage its dance further up her skin, to caress her skin in places few had.

A delighted moan left her throat as the hand complied to her will and moulded into the plump flesh of her breast. He fondled her with a roughness that made her yearn from head to toe. The hunger sparked inside her core as his large form settled against her own. The lust settled between the apex of her thighs, tingling with a silent demanded.

An unnatural growl thrummed across her tongue. She wanted to be given the attention she deserved. She had battled this hunger for so long that it had settled deep within her bones. It was always there, thrumming though her nerves with constant desire. She couldn't, and didn't want to, fight it anymore.

Hell, she had even offered it up once today and had been quickly denied. It made her furious, but Harry had returned to offer her a taste of the sweetest temptation. It had been something she had been all but begging for, so could she truly remain angry?

Her fingers laced into the dance of his calloused hand, she followed eagerly as they pinched and prodded the sensitive mound of her bosom. She needed him to move quicker and she couldn't waste another second by waiting for the introduction of his other hand. She needed this hunger quenched and he was nowhere close enough.

Hermione reached for him, her free hand scrunching the shirt of his chest in a desperate need and hauled the man's closer to her own.

A laugh greeted her actions as he continued to tease the column of her neck. At the vibration of his husky laugh she arched beneath him. It was simply mouth wateringly deep with hunger as radiant as her own. The more he tasted her, the more her skin fell into a rapturous hum. It demanded recognition and sought a peace only his mouth could provide. It was driving her mad.

Her cries became uncontainable when his teeth sank into her collarbone.

Hermione forced her eyes open, trying to see past the blur of sleep, but her eyes refused to adjust. The only defining feature was the wavy mass of black hair that begged to have her fingers sink into it, and sweet heavens above, it was absolutely glorious the moment they did.

Her lungs expanded outwards in a inaudible plea- no, correction, she was physically begging for more. She just couldn't handle waiting anymore. The roughness of the touch, the dominance… all of it, had been exactly what she needed.

"Oh, Hermione." Her brows clenched at the voice. Did Harry always sound this husky? "You sound much sweeter than I imagined."

Fear shot through her heart and the haze of her pleasure disappeared in a single instant. She knew that voice, it haunted her nightmares and tainted her existence. Its owner was the reason why she was in this mess. No. No, this couldn't be happening.

Her deep honey eyes snapped down towards the man, absorbing the predatory presence displayed over her throat.

Riddle. She just-

Tom moved up her body before baring his teeth against the edge of her jaw. He knew what was building up inside her throat and waited for it to be released. His stormy blue eyes burned with mirth as the scream urged a desire to be freed from her vocals.

He swallowed the sound of it before it had the opportunity.

Hermione wanted to gag- or moan, her mind had yet to process everything that was occurring just yet and his fingers were still fucking moving between her thighs. Only one thing was extremely clear to Hermione Granger and that was the fact that she had just encouraged Tom fucking Riddle to ravage her.

What the hell had she done.

riptiderobin21:

Thank you for letting me know who you were!

I am so, so glad you liked the last chapter, and hopefully you like this one too. :) Sadly her treatment is only going to get worse these coming chapters, as I am sure you can already tell haha. Dumbledore is getting exactly what he wants.

Yes, I was quite disappointed that guest #2 will never get a chance to read it, and I truly hoped that my explanation was understandable. I have always though Albus played a major role in Voldy's creation, so I felt the need to explain myself further just in case other wondered why I thought like this. Dumbledore has always been a master manipulator, but since the story is told through a boy who Hero-Worshiped him that detail became very muted, it was still there, but you have to read between the lines to see it.

I hoped you liked the newest chapter! Until next time!

YourVeryOwnRandomCatLady:

Awe, it makes me so happy that I have been able to captivate your thoughts so much! LOL, oh no... this chapter is an even bigger cliffhanger then the last one!

Yay, Tom is free! So, very, very free that it is frightening. Poor Hermione is going to have her world flipped.

The answers to the two remaining riddles are "m" and "e" ;) so that cuts out quite a few names, also... Rodolphus is dead. That was unexpected... LOL okay no it wasn't, Tom was basically promising his death but still. hahaha. Thank you for commenting! I adore hearing from you!

Until next time!

Avis Soul:

I am so glad you are enjoying it so far! LOL, I hope this chapter didn't throw too many screws into your theory this time around. Got to wonder what Tom meant about the whole "scared what they might find" comments now, eh?;)

I am honoured that my story has the possibility to become your new favorite! Thank you so much for following this crazy tale and I truly hope you liked the newest chapter! Until next time! 3

soyolnil:

Thank you for pointing those out to me, dear.

saar:

LOL! The smut has been brought my dear, (the dirtier details are on my AO3 account, due to a bit of a non-con vibe.) There is so much Tomione action about to happen that it's going to be crazy! Buckle in, dear, you are in for a crazy ride!

Katrese7:

Ahhhhh, don't die! This chapter is much crazier then the last!

JD SPARKS:

hahah, noooope Tom is Defiantly not behind bars anymore. There is soooo much Tomione action in store, its just crazy. ;)

Lol yeah there is a very good reason Hermione was never briefed, otherwise she would know far to much then she is supposed to. Hehehe, oh glorious plots. So much happening and no one but her even realises it.

Hopefully you liked this chapter just as much as you did the last!

sootypoodle:

May the panic set in dear, things are about to get insane. ;)

Guest:

YAY, you are very right the answers are "e" and "m", congrats for figuring it out. :) Its so much easier once you find out the answer are letters haha. I'm super curious to see if you will figure out which piece of artwork Tom used for this special killing.

Oooo, you are pretty damn close to the answer! ;) I think the newest development might throw you for a loop though. Until next time!

ElianaxIsabella:

Hahaha! I did just leave it there... and I did so again this chapter! XD I know, I know... I am terrible.

I hope you liked the new development. 3

The Infallible Angel:

Hahaha oh my precious moon, I love you dearly! I am glad that you find it scary, (also very sorry! haha)

I am so glad that you like that about my Tom! I feel like he should be scary, this isn't a redemption story and he isn't going to change just because he's obsessed with our dear Hermione... which REALLY sucks for her. hahah. Tom is defiantly a villain and he doesn't plan on changing that. :)

Thankfully this chapter was mostly just intense, things wont get scary again until next chapter. ;)

morpheusandmuse:

Dun dun DUUUUUUUUUUN! Oh no, things are about to get out of control! Im not sure who to shame in this chapter... but SHAME!

ForsakenKalika:

Oh no, I feel so awful for you... this chapter (and from here on out) are going to be extremely intense. Buckle up sweetie, its going to be a crazy ride!

Fizzybaby8:

Heheh yessss he did, hopefully the new chapter was crazy for you as it was for me! Until next time!

jodibwithoutane:

He escaped... and now he's ruining our poor Hermione! Oh, nooooooo! How did you like the 'unrestricted' Tomione action? ;) it goes into more detail on my AO3 version, but this one still got a tad juicy. :P

lol, yeaaaaaaaah, tom is totally using them against her now. Shit about to go craaaaazy… are you ready for it? ;)

hopefully the new chapter lived up to your excitement, there is so much Tomione to come!

leonix2009:

Sadly, they truly were and Dumbledore never wanted her presence to begin with, which doesn't help.

I am so glad that you liked the last chapter, and I hope you liked this one just as much!

Solace:

Ah, you honour me with your sweet words. This is my first murder mystery, but I adore puzzles and I couldn't help myself! (It's going a lot better then I thought it would, haha)

I truly hope you liked the new chapter!