Tom watched as Hermione's eyes went from heavy lidded and wanting to a shocked dear in the headlights, her fingers slid out of his hair and come down to rest on his shoulders, the trembling from earlier back and with a vengeance. 'I…it's…how?" she started to stutter, biting her lip and watching him as if he was about to bite her head off. He didn't realize his grip on her hips had tighten until she made a pained gasp and started to wiggle out of his arms. She was starting to panic, but all he could do was stare at her, really stare at her, see her fully and without a glamour of hatred, remember her clothing, The odd things she had, the way she acted and knew her way around the school and its secrets.

He curled his arms around her waist until she was pressed into him, she started having little panic pants and a look of horrific fear came over her. "Please..." she whispered watching his eyes scrutinize her with a look of intelligent calculation. He was watching her like a hawk and a sudden image of Voldemort appeared before her eyes, her heart skipped a beat and it took all her strength not to scream, trying to calm her breathing she pushed on his shoulders but he had a strong grip around her, and she wondered what exactly he was going to do.

Five minutes had passed since their heated make out session and sudden accusation. Both staring, Tom as unmoving as a statue with her wrapped tightly in his embrace in his lap. Her breathing had soothed but she still held the look of a frightened wood critter and her fingers would push on his shoulders to test his grip. Another five minutes passed in this fashion. And another. Until Hermione realized she had suddenly relaxed into his grip and was just lightly pinching at his shirt now. She suddenly felt like waving her hand in front of his face as his eyes, unfocused, watched her. Maybe he had gone into a shocked state after his sudden outburst.

Placing a hand slowly up his neck she felt his pulse, it was slow and even, as if he was resting and not sitting on an unconfutable floor with a girl incased in his lap.

Biting her lip she raised her hand and waved it gingerly in front of his face, she watched first as his breath slowly escaped his lips and his pupils dilated and focused on her, then his face seemed to suddenly come alive. His stoic expression became a look of curiosity and his grip suddenly came up and grabbed her by the shoulders, a gasp and a squeak was all that she got out before she was on the floor on her back with him over her, "Who are you?!" he breathed, his position over her becoming a memory of Bellatrix over her muttering about dirty blood. She wasn't in the mansion and this wasn't a crazy haired girl trying to please her master. This was her master, if not a soon to be. She tried to breath and focus on his question. Her heart beat the only thing giving away her panic,

"I told you. My name is Hermione" she watched him roll his eyes and shifted over her so they were nose to nose, his sweet chocolate and tea breath going up her nose and making her suddenly feel hungry. "Who are you to me? That is what I am asking Miss Future girl" She tried not to scoff at him, wiggling under him she rolled her arm and took hold of his tie "no one of importance I assure you" she muttered as she quickly tugged his tie up effectively chocking his slightly and pulling off of her at the same time. Scrambling out from under him she crawled onto the couch and leaped over it until it was between her and a coughing Tom.

Tom cleared his throat, smiling at the tactic she used to get away, slowly standing up he watched her take a slight defensive position even though she held no wand he could tell she would not go down easily. Rubbing his throat he watched her, she was so tiny standing in a ruffed up clothes, her hair frizzy and tangled where he had ran his hand through it. A tingle went over his lips as he remember and she seemed to tense up watching him get a goofy grin. He held up his hands and made a gesture of peace. "I apologize for my behavior, Li-he Hermione, but I was in shock" she did scoff at that one but her shoulders relaxed into a more natural positon but her arms came up to cross over her stomach.

"How did you know...that I was- am, from the future?" tom smirked and took a step towards her, his hand out and making a gestured for her to sit. She watched him closely as he sat then walked to the arm chair and sat,

"It became clear when I realized that your magic felt different. Along with the fact you know everything about this school. You say the oddest things and behave even odder. Now the question is, how did you get here and why are you here, are you here to change history?" his eyebrow came up as she sat with a look of indignant shock, she made a gesture and sat forward words gushing out, the necklace fell out of her shirt, swinging wildly, distracting him for moment. "I would never try and change history, which would be idiotic. I didn't mean to come here. My time turner fell out of my hands when I fell and I landed here. All I was thinking was I wish this wasn't happening I wish the war never happened and then poof here I am with the Dark lo-" she stopped talking, her hands that had flew into the air coming down over her mouth a look of shock and distress coming over her,

He started at the last part watching her distress his need to know over surging him. "You were about to say Dark Lord weren't you? That's me isn't it? I became Voldemort I did it!" a look of pure glee took over his face and she seemed to shrink before his eyes. He went on, wanting to know everything "the war, is it a rebellion against me? Did I create the blood purity? Tell me!" he had slipped off the couch in such a fast motion and taken hold of her hands that she gasped, "I…I shouldn't have said any of that"

"Come on Hermione, I must know, when does it happen? Are we on the same side? Are we enemies?" on the last question his grip tightened locking her in, she whimpered, her earlier fear taking over. Some Gryffindor she is, faced by the younger though not weak, version of Voldemort was causing havoc on her bravery. "Come on Hermione. Tell me…..I assume you know that I can make you tell me if I want?" a reddish glint seem to come into his eyes as she stared at him, was he really going to do this. Would he really torture her, and to think they were snogging just moments ago on the carpet like horny teenagers. But they were teenagers, even though she didn't feel it. She suddenly felt old and scared. How did Harry do this, look at this boy, this man, and not quiver in his boots and run screaming the other way. Then again, harry only once saw this face, this angelic face that hid so much hatred and cruelty, Harry had seen his true face, seen Voldemort come back in a twisted inhuman form.

This boy was a nightmare dressed as daydream. She looked down at the long pale fingers grasping her small tanned hands, she suddenly wished they were Harry's or Ron's, oh hell Draco right now would have been a better sight this moment then the smirking face of Tom Riddle. "Please Tom….let me go…" she seemed so small at that moment, he shook his head his grip wrapping fully around her hands until all she could see was her thumbs poking through his fingers. "Not until you tell me Hermione, This war, I must know everything? How long has it been going, what year are you from?" She shook her head, she could tell him, she couldn't change the future anymore then she already had. She suddenly really wanted him to let go and get away from her as far as possible. She closed her eyes and softly whispered, causing him to lean forward to hear her "Tom, I'm a mudblood" the grip on her hands seemed to shudder, looking up she saw a look that suddenly made her heart break. He seemed to pull away in slow motion. She couldn't tell if it was disgust or hatred that marred his angel face but she couldn't decide as suddenly her face was between his hands, his blue eyes like fire as he looked at her. "Never! Never call yourself that again Hermione. You hear me?" shock filled her she didn't know what to say to that as he stroked her ears and cheeks. "I don't know what future you are from but no-one of muggle decent should ever be called a mudblood, your blood is not mud, it is as red and as pure as any 'pure-bloods' you got me?' Hermione spluttered and seemed not able to make sense of what was coming out of his mouth. "Hermione? In this future? I did bring the blood purity to light didn't I? I did make all muggleborn and pure bloods equal didn't I?" his eyes seemed to plead with her to speak. Who was this boy, was this really the soon to be 'Dark Lord' She didn't have time to come to a conclusion to that question though.

At that moment. She fainted.

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