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When the door of happiness closes, another opens. But often times we look so long at the closed door that we don't see the one which has been opened for us
"You can't deny that something is up." Abraxas sighed as he turned to look at Rosier. They had been having this discussion for half an hour.
"Of course I know that Rosier" Abraxas replied irritably, "But he is our leader, I mean can you even think of someone else at his level?" he pressed.
"I do!" The blonde couldn't help but laugh at Rosier's enthusiastic tone.
"You don't have squat on Tom," he assured, "You know that."
Rosier's face slowly conjured into light anger, "Well if i was in his place, I would never associate with a mudblood Abraxas, would you?"
"He said it was part of his plan didn't he? Merlin, just drop it Ethan!" Abraxas shook his head and turned to face the fireplace. His dark red-haired friend never ceased to get on his nerves. Abraxas truly was loyal to Tom. But he could admit that he was only that loyal because it was safer to worship Tom than to rebel him and be killed later; Abraxas always took the easy way out.
Abraxas turned his head back when he didn't hear Rosier reply, to see him walking towards the door mumbling and probably cursing under his breath.
But he stopped at the door, hand on the doorknob and slightly turned to face Abraxas, but didn't look at him as he said,
"Well, I'm not standing around waiting to find out if it is." In the next moment, he was gone out the door.
One thing Abraxas was certain of was that Rosier never went back on his word. May Merlin help Hermione Stonem, he sighed into the silence.
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After getting a good distance away from the Tower, Hermione found herself back in the Hospital wing, beside Draco's bed. She was hoping that somehow maybe spending the night there with Draco would make herself feel better. It didn't.
The worse of it all was that as she sat here, feeling sorry for herself, she kept replaying the kiss in her mind, reliving the feeling of it. It had been the best kiss of her life. It was - excuse the pun- magical, utterly and completely. She could still feel Tom's lips against her own, she could taste him on her tongue, smell his scent in her system. Hermione started sobbing then.
She tried her hardest to blame Tom for the kiss but that she also could not do. Hermione knew that she kissed him back, the way her head was still a bit dizzy, her lips tingly, proved that she had liked it. Loved it.. Hermione just did not understand, at all. She loved Draco didn't she? Then why does Tom have an affect on her like Draco hadn't even come close to having? Why right now, did she want to be held in his warm arms as she cried, and not Draco's?
Stupid teenage hormones.
Hermione nearly scoffed through her tears. What happened in the Astronomy tower, what's between her and Tom had never been just hormones. She paused for a second. What is between me and Tom?
She didn't even know. She was pretty sure that Tom didn't know as well, Draco definitely doesn't know. Hermione cried harder.
HOW was she supposed to explain this to him? If there was one thing Hermione was bad at it was lying to Draco. He knew her too well. He would most definitely explode with incredible rage, Hermione knew this because just a misunderstanding had made him so angry in the past, so this would cause a bloody earthquake. But that was something Hermione had not worked out yet either; Draco's changing.
Before they had traveled to 1944 Hermione had no complaints, no fights when it came to Draco Malfoy. His love was unconditional, it was perfect. But suddenly now, he's turned into the obsessively over-protective, jealous boyfriend. Just because he thought there was something between Hermione and Tom. Obviously Hermione couldn't deny that now there was something- She grimaced through her silent sobs- but when Draco had made his assumptions and created a fuss, there was nothing at all.
Hermione suddenly looked up as she stopped her thoughts. What in Merlin's name is the matter with you Hermione. Here I am, I've just cheated on my boyfriend, who is in a near-to-death state, and instead of hating on the boy who caused it all, you're finding all the faults in Draco? You are the worst person to have ever walked the Earth, Hermione Jean Granger...Stonem.
Somewhere between hating herself, marveling the kiss and trying to get Tom off her mind - Hermione found sleep.
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To say that Hermione was dreading being alive as she walked towards the Great Hall for breakfast was a laughable statement. He'd be there. Tom would be there. Hermione anticipated the following reactions: endless butterflies, blushing, tingles, irregular breathing and incoherent sentences. But what she prayed for was no communication and no eye-contact, because the last thing she needed right now was being around Tom.
She heaved at the doors of the Hall and slowly walked inside. Hermione stopped after the doorway as her eyes landed on and scrutinized the Slytherin table. She thanked Merlin; her seat wasn't opposite Tom. It wasn't far from it, but anything was better than being directly in front of him at that moment. She wasn't surprised it was Alphard that had saved the seat for her.
Hermione reached the snake house table and replied to Alphard's greeting smile with her own before seating herself next to him. She greeted everyone good morning politely, carefully excluding Cora and Tom. As Dippet stood to give a few announcements Hermione felt the heated black eyes on her. She knew he was trying to catch her eye, but she did not oblige. She breathed in and out in forced even breaths and blankly stared at the Headmaster, not taking in a word of what he was going on about.
As he sat back down, the Hall broke into animated chatter and laughs again. Hermione tried keeping a steady talk with Sybil and Alphard but her mind kept faltering whenever she heard his voice. Though she tried desperately to block it out, Tom was a mere two seats away on the other side, and Hermione's ears betrayed her ignorance and enjoyed his smooth voice as she suffered trying to stop them.
Just for a millisecond, She let her eyes flicker to where he was. She held back a ragged gasp and withdrew her eyes almost instantly when she met his onyx stare. Bloody Hell. Hermione cursed to herself, as she felt her cheeks warm under his gaze.
When Hermione finally had stuffed all the food she needed down her throat, it didn't take her a second's thought to rush away from the table, out of the Hall.
She ignored Alphard's questioning calls as she hurried out the bulky double doors. Her destination: the library. But as Hermione power walked her way down the corridor she faintly became aware of footsteps behind her. As she turned the corner, the person behind her didn't fail to do the same. Hermione huffed an angry breath impatiently before turning around to face her presumed stalker.
Crap. Crap Crap Crap. Shit.
Hermione stared into the perfectly carved face of the one person she needed to be away from, the one she was meant to be loathing; she looked at Tom Riddle and froze in place.
He wasn't smirking, he wasn't impassive, he was just looking at her. Hermione tried to pick at his emotion but all that kept going through her head right then was the kiss. She couldn't even attempt to hide the blush on her face as he started to walk forward.
Hermione's breath completely stopped as he, step by step, came closer to her. She wasn't going to let him do this to her.
"Hermione." He started, never looking away. And that's all it took. Hermione's stomach fluttered and electrified tingles shot up and down her frozen frame and her blush grew. But despite all the obvious ways he faltered her, Hermione hadn't let go of her piece of mind.
"No." she said firmly, struggling but managing to force her body to step back. A flash on confusion passed through Tom's features. "T-Tom, yesterday it-it shouldn't have happened." Hermione said, really trying to stop herself from crying. Tom looked like he was about to interrupt but Hermione cut him off quickly.
"I know that you don't think it was a big deal, but please understand that I probably will never be able to forgive you for what you did to Draco." Somewhere between that sentence Hermione's voice found it's strength, and if Tom was going to be stubborn than Hermione was ready to give it to him.
But as usual Hermione was left corrected as the Head Boy sighed and reached into his robe pocket. "I know. I'm not here to ask for forgiveness." Hermione picked at the hurt in his voice easily. "I just wanted to give you this." She watched in confusion as Tom's hand reappeared from his pocket, a piece of folded parchment in grasp.
Just as Hermione was about to question it, he stepped forward again. "I don't think this will change your view on me, but I need you to read this." He said softly, offering the paper towards her.
Hermione, clearly puzzled, carefully took it from him and tucked it into her own pocket. Tom took an unnecessary step back and sighed again. Hermione tried to look him in the eyes, but he kept his stare on his feet.
"Well, I guess I won't be seeing you later." He said with a sad chuckle. Hermione felt her heart tear a bit at his ashen expression. Is he seriously THAT hurt by it all?
He turned then without a word, leaving a pitiful Hermione in the corridor. "Tom! I-" She said desperately, raising her hand as if beckoning him back. But her voice stopped when she realized she didn't know what to say. And also because she shouldn't be feeling like she had to somehow make him feel better, she should be happy that he was upset, she should be reveling in his sadness. Hermione almost laughed, she felt the farthest from happy right now, that she could get.
Sighing, Hermione gnawed on her bottom lip as she reached gingerly into her robe pocket. Pulling out the slightly warm letter, Hermione felt her stomach churn as she folded it open.
Hermione, Stonem, Hermione, A faint smile reached Hermione's lips as she read his struggle with what to address her by.
First let me tell you that I never do this, as in write letters out of professional circumstances. But for you, I changed that. I don't know if you've noticed, but I've changed a lot since you transferred here. Because you transferred here.
But anyway, do you recall the first time we had a proper conversation? At that Breakfast? You asked me for a secret and I immediately refused. I didn't trust you, I didn't trust anyone with information like that. I've never had anyone that I felt I could tell my thoughts to. Till now. It's probably going to be the biggest error in thinking I've made, you may as well laugh at me in response, but for the first time someone told me they cared. You told me you wanted to be there for me, for me to talk. I hadn't any idea why you thought this way, you being so pure and almost annoyingly Gryffindor-like and me being the cold and completely pratty person I am.
But if you were telling the truth that day, Then this is you're talk. I'm going to open up to you Hermione, and if what recently happened has in fact grown such an inconceivable hate in you, then you may stop reading right at this moment, and I will leave you alone and you will be rid of your dismay.
Hermione breathed out the unconscious breath she was holding and clutched the letter tightly in both hands. Closing her eyes and taking one more deep breath, Hermione continued reading.
agh I realllyyyyy just want to write this and do nothing else but homework is the obstacle of my wishes :|
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