Chapter 11: Last Day
AN: As usual... I do not own Harry Potter (see: J.k Rowling)
No one's POV:
The day turned into weeks and those weeks turned into months, which turned to years.
Hermione and Tom worked furiously now, each trying to best the other one in the subject. Tom was slightly better at Potions, Charms, and Herbology, (Hermione still blames that one missed day of Cheering charms when she was back in the future for her lack of knowledge in Charms class), and Hermione was better at Transfiguration, History of Magic, Ancient Runes, and Defense against the Dark Arts. During their studies, the two rival's friends played various pranks, dueling and insulting one another in the corridors. After a particular prank that set her off, Hermione stormed to the Head's Dorm Room, some cotton balls and honey stick to her hair.
Hermione's POV:
How could he? Just after she had woke up, Hermione had found her and the rest of Ravenclaw looking like snow people. They had cotton puffs stuck to their robes and refused to come off.
Luckily I knew the spell to get rid of most of the puffs.
Knocking loudly on the Slytherine Common Room Door, Hermione thought of a good way to start the conversation. A little while back, Katie and Alison had set Nifflers on the Slytherin's homework that had been encrusted with gold and shiny gold paper. In retaliation, the Slytherin's had put the Ravenclaw's homework in a vat of tomato sauce. All the pranks had played heavily on the Houses Homework and their House Point and Hermione decided to stop it. Not long after, Tom opened the Door with a composed face, but Hermione could see that he was dying with laughter inside.
" May I come in?" she asked annoyed.
Tom just opened the door wider and gestured for her to take a seat in the big comfy sofa. Sitting down, Hermione thought of how nice it would be to have this as her dorm room.
" What can I do for you?" Tom asked politely.
Turing towards him, Hermione took a big breath,
"THIS HAS GONE TOO FAR! My homework is wrecked, there are feathers covering every inch of the common, there's cotton puffs stuck to everyone, Robin has bird wings and is now in the hospital, and No one can eat anything because you and your so called friends always spike our food!" Hermione shouted.
Not looking the least bit fazed Riddle said calmly, "Is that all what you have come for? To yell?"
Hermione sighed, " No, I was hoping we could have a truce. You could tell your friends to stop and I will tell mine this fight is running my academic life, but this means that I won't follow you around or do your bidding like your stupid friends!" Hermione got riled up again, "And what have you got against Muggleborns huh? I know what you did to Myrtle and you parents. I see when you order your friends, and what they, or do you call them Death Eaters now? Do to do poor ****Potter!"
Hermione looked up, Riddle was staring blankly at the wall. No one had ever asked to do that or even more astonishing, know about his murders.
"How do you know this?" he asked quietly.
"Truce or no truce, because by the looks of you common Room," Hermione gestured to the blue colored ketchup staining the walls," I think you may want to say yes."
Thinking quickly Hermione started to get up but Tom pulled her down.
"Stay." he said.
Glaring at him, Hermione opened her mouth to speak, but was silenced by a silenceo.
"Relax," Tom said. "Guess I will have to say yes, our two houses are becoming the laughing stalks of the school. But on one condition." taking off the charm to let her answer.
"And what is that?" Hermione asked.
Tom replied, " You are NOT, to tell anybody about my parents, Myrtle, or my friends." glaring at her for extra incentive.
Wow he is scary, Hermione thought.
Smiling, he said, " So will you promise?"
Darn it, he must have heard me!
" Sure, I promise."
To make it official, they shook hands.
"Tom," Hermione thought fast, " Do you want to be friends?" she asked sheepishly.
Unsure, but smiling, Tom answered, " Well, do you want to go to the Library friend?"
" Sure!" Hermione said, " I have to show you this one-" Hermione was cut off by a howling wind that surrounded her in a hurricane.
When it stopped, Hermione found herself in the gold and red colors of Gryffindor, not the blue and silver of Ravenclaw.
Strange...
Curious, Hermione walked around the corner and was met by some old friends,
"Hermione! We've been looking all over for you! Where were you?" called Ron
No One's POV:
Overjoyed to see her friends, Hermione talked and caught up with them. Apparently, when Tom had become her friend, he had started to understand friendship. And having finished her quest, Hermione went back to the past.
A/N: So, so, so, sorry I didn't write more! I just didn't have the inspiration. I am currently trying out a new Fanfic, it's called: The Others. Please read it. Thanks to:
Cookie97
J-Star Black
KraZiiePyrozHavemoreFun
Who reviewed. I had lots of fun and am very pleased to see how it turned out. Sorry again,
~Alicecullendawn
