kk, well, I'm pretty sure you guys all want some more tomione drama, so here it is.
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CHAPTER 11
As soon as the bell rung, ending third period, Hermione hurtled down the stairs of the astronomy tower, determined to avoid Tom who would, like all the other previous days of the past week and a half, come to accompany her to lunch. He had been in other words, an insufferable git!
Who happens to have an incredibly hot ass!
Hermione froze, undeniably disgusted by that thought.
Do you have a mental problem of some kind?
Nope, the other half of her replied smugly.
Hermione sighed irritably before stealthily racing down the stairs, if such a feat was possible.
Not a second later, Hermione heard what was irrefutably Tom's footsteps making their way up the tower. She swore out loud as her attempt to evade him failed miserably.
As Tom turned the corner, she noted a subtle change in his manner. When he usually seemed at a calm disposition, she now detected an almost invisible flash of anger within his swirling black orbs.
'Tom!' Her mind hastily conjured Ron hesitantly approaching her for what would be their first kiss, and a blush crept up her cheeks, turning them a scarlet red.
Tom seemed unfazed though and walked towards her with deliberate steps. 'Uh…Tom?' She was quickly becoming confused as she stumbled back, as if to extract herself from his fuming gaze.
'No need for the petty games Granger,' his hot breath tickled her ear uncomfortably as he roughly pushed her back against the cold stone wall.
'T-Tom. I don't know what you're-'
'Oh, I think you do Granger.' His eyes flashed a warning and she whimpered almost inaudibly.
'Who are you Granger?' He spit out.
'I'm H-Hermione Grange-'
A feral snarl left his lips and Hermione stared transfixed as his mouth sensually curved into a sneer.
'Where did you come from?' She hesitated only a moment before answering in a small voice, 'France,' but he was not deceived. His mouth curved into a smirk and he whispered dangerously into her ear, 'liar.'
And no matter how ridiculous the situation seemed to be, her toes curled at the sound of his deep, guttural voice.
'Don't be ridiculous Tom, I would never lie to you,' her voce thankfully did not betray her conflicting thoughts, but it couldn't hide the face that she was desperate for him to believe her; to trust her. But he was Tom freakin' Riddle. Of course he'd be the one man you couldn't lie to!
Bloody idiot!
'Bloody idiot, Granger? Now that's not very nice.' She froze, horrified, as she realized that he had in fact invaded her mind and before she knew it, she had lost it.
'Y-YOU HAVE NO RIGHT WHAT-SO-EVER TO INVADE MY PRIVACY LIKE THAT! YOU-YOU MANGY BEAST! HOW DARE YOU THINK THAT YOU COULD JUST-'
'Shut it, Granger,' his smirk had left his face and before she could even move she felt the tip of a sharp blade pressing into her stomach. Her yells faded into nothing and she just stood there, mouthing a silent plea for help.
'You should know Granger, I always get my way.' Tom could hear her gulp and smirked at the fear radiating off her in waves the size of tsunamis.
'Pl-please… don't hurt me,' her eyes beseeched his, but finding no leniency they flickered shut in defeat. Tom couldn't move, transfixed at the emptiness that, for a second, had washed through her warm eyes, turning them desolate and bleak. He snarled and whispered torturously slow in her ear, 'You have my mercy this time Granger, but it will come at a cost.' Before she could even begin to register what he had said, he had gone.
Dumbledore eyed the girl walking despondently down the Gryffindor table with a sigh. He had been so sure that she would be their salvation, but it had never occurred to him that she wouldn't even remember their conversation. He would need to talk to her. But as he followed her he noticed that she sat next to the elder Weasley. Actually, now that he thought about it, she always sat next to him. As a plan began to formulate within the depths of his mind, his wizened mouth could be seen twitching up at the corners.