The Tom Riddle That Should Have Been

(AN: Hello my lovelies! Here is the next installment of Hermione Granger &... . Sorry it has been so long since I've updated, family time, holidays and life came up and smacked me in the face. One of my coworkers, who was also like a second dad to me, died from a heart attack after being jumped by four idiots on his way to work. So I have been dealing with my grief on top of trying to juggle a full time job, helping my stepdad set up a business, and helping my sister move. It has been a crazy few weeks. But I am not going to let it stop me from finishing this story. I am still working on my other story that a reader asked me to write. I will be trying to publish the first chapter in January, but I am not going to promise anything. I don't own Harry Potter. J.K. Rowling, the lucky lady, does. I just play in her sandbox. And as always, please read, review and enjoy!)

She giggled as he whispered naughty things in her ear. They had been courting for over a year, and had recently become engaged. The two of them were deeply in love and he would sneak over to her home in the middle of the night and they would spend all night with each other. He had attended Hogwarts, and she had attended Beauxbatons. The two had met when their fathers had met for business, and young Tom Riddle had taken an immediate liking to Hermione Dagworth-Granger, the only child of Hector and Guinevere Dagworth-Granger.

"Tommy, you are being so naughty." Hermione giggled in a whisper.

"I can't help it my sweet, you are looking so delectable in your dress. I cannot wait for us to be alone later tonight. I am going to make you scream with pleasure my sweet witch. And I will taste your nectar on my tongue." Tom whispered.

Hermione whimpered quietly, a blush staining her cheeks. Her whiskey colored eyes were glazed over with lust. He smirked and gave her a 'socially appropriate' kiss on her plump lips before he wandered off to find his parents. Hermione pulled out her fan and began fanning herself to cool down.

Hermione was just buttoning up the last bit of her nightgown when her fireplace flared green and her fiancé stepped out of the emerald flames. She felt her beloved's magic wash over her as the wards to keep people out of her wing of the house went up so they wouldn't be disturbed.

"I don't know why you don't just climb into your bed naked my sweet, you always end up that way." Tom said, pulling her into his arms and giving her a completely inappropriate and very passionate kiss.

She moaned into his mouth as the kiss continued. He backed her up to the bed and released her now swollen lips as she fell back onto the soft mattress. He pulled his shirt off and unbuttoned his trousers. He kicked off his shoes and socks before he started pushing her floor length white muslin nightgown up her long, smooth legs. He stopped when he got to her hips, exposing her bare center to the cool night air coming in through her open window. His thumb flicked over her swollen clit. She whined and her hips bucked against his hand.

"You are already so wet my sweet. I'm going to taste you now. I'm going to make you cum and beg so prettily for my cock." Tom said.

He removed her nightgown completely, leaving her bare to his hungry gaze. He knelt between her legs and pulled her hips to the edge of the bed. He pressed his nose against her slit and inhaled deeply, the musky scent of her arousal going straight to his cock. He parted her lower lips with his tongue and moaned as her taste coated his tongue. She grabbed a fistful of his hair as he started to lick her in earnest. Tom knew exactly how to send Hermione flying, and watching her fall apart in pleasure because of him was more than enough to keep him hard. It didn't take him long to have her writhing and begging for his cock. He sucked hard on her clit and brushed over her G-spot at the same time and she came, her breath leaving her body and her lips parted in a silent scream as her body shook with pleasure.

Tom stood up and without waiting for her to completely relax, he pushed himself inside of her sweet body, relishing the squeeze of her cunt around his long, thick erection. She let out a pretty little whine as he continued to push into her. The sheets of her bed were twisted in her fingers while he began to fuck her. The first time they had had sex, it had been on a night when both their fathers had been away, and he had slipped away to her house, to spend some unsupervised time with his betrothed. It had been awkward, messy and painful the first time, but he had spent every moment since that night, more than making up for the awkward first time.

"Tommy!" She whined.

"Hold on love, I'll give you what you need, just be patient my sweet witch." He panted as he thrust into her slow and deep.

Much to Hermione's consternation, he didn't speed up his thrusts. He was content with dragging every ounce of pleasure from her sweet little body that he could before the night was over.

Tom was in heaven. Hermione was on top of him, her body moving so beautifully on top of his. He was buried in her sweet center while she was leant over and making love to his mouth with her own.

"I love you." She sighed.

"I love you too Myah. So very much." Tom murmured.

Hermione smiled sweetly before connecting their lips once more. It was nearly sunrise, and he would have to be leaving soon, but for now, they were enjoying being so intimately connected to each other. They were so tired of being prim and proper in public, so as to not offend the sensibilities of delicate old ladies. But here in the privacy of her bedroom, they could be together in every way. Tom slipped his hand between their entwined bodies and began rubbing Hermione's swollen clit with his calloused fingers. She whined into his mouth and began moving faster on top of him. A few more strokes of his fingers over her clit and she was cumming. Hard. She tore her mouth away from his and threw back her head with a cry of pleasure. His name left her lips with a whine as she came. Watching her fall apart on top of him was enough to send Tom over the edge and he came a few moments later, filling her tight sheath until she was overflowing with his cum.

She collapsed on top of him as their pleasure passed. They shared a long, sensual kiss.

"I should probably get back home my sweet." Tom said after a few moments of quiet.

Hermione sighed and sat up. They both hissed as she pulled herself up off of him as he watched as his cock slipped from her body, and their combined releases dripped down her thighs. He rolled out of her bed and a few quick spells later, they were both cleaned and dressed, and she was laying on fresh sheets. The others destroyed with a simple spell to hide the evidence of their couplings. He leaned down and gave her one more long, loving kiss before he took the Floo back home. The wards dropped when he disappeared. Hermione let herself drift off to sleep a little while later.

Tom looked down at his sleeping wife. They had been married for just shy of two years now, and just three months ago, she had given him a son. One she had named so lovingly after him and his own father. His name was Thomas Edward Riddle Jr. And he was the apple of his family's eye. Their son was sleeping on her still pregnancy enhanced chest and clutching the front of her white muslin nightgown. He reached over to brush a stray tawny curl from her face. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled up at her husband.

"I thought you wouldn't be home until tomorrow my love." She murmured, sitting up carefully, so as to not wake their son.

"I got done early and thought I would come home tonight. I missed my wife and son." Tom said.

"We missed you too my love." Hermione sighed.

Little Tommy woke against his mother's chest and started fussing. Hermione shushed the infant by putting him to her breast. Tom watched as his son took his nourishment from his mother's proffered nipple.

"He's a greedy little thing." Hermione giggled.

"Just like his Daddy. I always get what I want. And the first moment I saw you, I knew I would have you. And now look, we are married and have a child of our own." Tom said.

Hermione smiled up at Tom. She reached up with her free hand and cupped his face.

"I love you." She murmured.

"I love you too my sweet witch." Tom said.

Little Tommy Riddle ran around his backyard with his little sister toddling after him.

"Come on Rosie, you can catch me!" Tommy yelled.

Hermione and Tom watched as their son and daughter ran around their backyard.

"Tom-Tom!" Rose squealed.

The little two-year-old caught her brother around the waist and the two tumbled to the ground with their childish laughter filling the air. Tom noticed his wife was quiet and staring off into space. He gently stroked her cheek and she sighed and leaned into his touch.

"Is everything alright my sweet?" Tom asked.

"Everything is fine Tommy. I just had a really awful dream last night." Hermione said.

Tom pulled her into his arms and she snuggled against him with another content sigh.

"Do you want to talk about it my sweet?" he asked.

"You were a Muggle, and a woman named Merope Gaunt love potioned you so that you would be with her. After she got pregnant, she released you from the Potion's influence, because she thought that with a baby in her belly, you wouldn't leave her. But you were disgusted with what she had done. And you left her. She pretty much gave up on life and on the last night of her life, she gave birth to a son, whom she named Thomas Marvolo Riddle. After you and her own father. He grew up abused and unloved in an orphanage, and he became a twisted, bitter and dark little boy, who grew up with dreams of taking over the Wizarding World. He killed so many people to reach his goals, and he shredded his soul with Dark Rituals to become immortal. He nearly succeeded in destroying the Wizarding World, but a boy named Harry Potter brought him to his ultimate end. He was an unrepentant monster by the end, and had no remorse for what he had done. It frightened me so much." Hermione said.

"Is that why I found you in the children's nursery this morning with them both sleeping in your lap in the rocking chair?" Tom asked.

"Yes. I don't want that future to become a reality Tom. I want little Tommy to know that we love him, just as much as we love his baby sister. I don't want him to think that he has to take over the world for people to love and accept him." Hermione said.

"Well, that future will never happen my love. I am a wizard, Tommy was conceived on our wedding night, he is a product of our love, not a love potion. He has never been denied love or affection, and his little sister adores him. He won't become a monster. I won't let that happen." Tom said.

Hermione smiled lovingly up at her husband before pulling him close for a kiss.

"Ewww!" Tommy squealed.

Hermione pulled away from her husband with a laugh and got up. She took off after her now shrieking children. She caught her toddler son around his waist and then peppered his face with kissed while he shrieked with laughter.

"Mummy that tickles!" Tommy squealed.

"I love you my little man. And I love my little Rose too." Hermione said, picking up her two-year-old daughter who had been tugging on her skirt.

Her daughter gave her a smacking kiss on the lips.

"Me love Mummy and Tom-Tom." Rose said.

"What about Daddy?" Hermione asked.

"Rosie love Daddy too!" Rose squealed.

"And I love you and Rosie and even Daddy too." Tommy said.

Tom chuckled and wrapped his little family in his arms.

"And I love all of you." Tom said.

"Mum! Mum! I got my letter!" Tommy yelled.

"Thomas Edward Riddle, how many times must I tell you not to run in the house!" Hermione huffed.

Tom ducked his head and scuffed his foot on the floor.

"Sorry Mum." He said.

Hermione withheld a giggle and pulled her son into her arms.

"I'm not mad love. I just don't want you hurting yourself. Now, let me see that letter." Hermione said.

Tom handed his mother the letter in his hand. She looked it over.

"Once your father gets back with your sisters, we will head to Diagon Alley to get your things. Your father and I will make sure you want for nothing." Hermione said.

Hermione and Tom had five children. Tom was the oldest, at almost 12, Rose was next at ten. Then the twins, Ara Louise and Talia Guinevere, were next at five. And their youngest, at one, was Benjamin Hector at just seven months. Their youngest son had been a total surprise, as the two Riddles hadn't planned on having another child after the terror twins were born. But he was just as loved as the rest of his siblings, and his oldest sibling, Tom, adored him.

"Where is Benny?" Tom asked.

"He is with Lolly in the den. Why don't we wait for your father and sisters there?" She said.

The two headed off to the den where Hermione's personal elf was tending to the youngest Riddle.

Tom came home with his three daughters to find his wife and two sons in the den. Tom was sitting in the armchair next to the fire reading, and Hermione was sleeping on the couch with their youngest son snuggled against her breasts.

"Mummy!" Ara squealed.

Hermione woke abruptly when Benjamin started crying. She gently rocked him once she sat up, trying to calm the frightened infant.

"Ara Louise, you scared your brother." Hermione said sternly.

"I'm sorry Mummy." Ara sniffled.

"Just be quieter when you come in and see him sleeping. He is still a baby my sweet, and he scares easily." Hermione said, stroking her daughter's rosy cheek.

Ara nodded in agreement.

"Tom got his letter today, and I told him we could go to Diagon Alley when you returned." Hermione said.

"Well these two need a nap and Rose is going over to the Blacks house to play with Dorea. Why don't we take the twins to your parents' house and we can take the two boys to Diagon Alley to shop for Tom's school things." Tom said.

Hermione nodded. The twins whined and cried about how unfair it was that they didn't get to go to Diagon Alley with their big brother, but their father had put his foot down. The two five-year olds needed a nap. So, they took the two five-year olds to Hermione's parents house and then headed to Diagon Alley.

"Riddle, Thomas!" Professor Dumbledore said.

Tom walked up to the stool and sat upon it as the ancient hat sat upon his head.

"Ah, you would do well in any of the four Houses. You have the loyalty of a Hufflepuff, the bravery of a Gryffindor, the intelligence and wit of a Ravenclaw, and the cunning and ambition of a Slytherin. But where to put you. Your father was a Slytherin himself, and I am sure your mother would have been a Ravenclaw if she had attended Hogwarts when she was a student. Hmmm." The Hat pondered.

"Where can I reach my full potential to help my siblings when they come here as well?" Tom thought.

"The best place for you to reach your full potential would be in Ravenclaw young Tom. But is that what you truly want?" The Hat continued to ponder.

"Yes." Tom thought.

"RAVENCLAW!" the Hat shouted.

Tom jumped down from the stool and headed over to the Ravenclaw Table.

"He got into Ravenclaw. The Hat told him he could be in any of the four Houses, but in the end, he chose Ravenclaw." Hermione said as she finished reading her son's first letter home.

"That is wonderful sweetheart. Now come back to bed. I wasn't finished with you yet." Tom said.

Hermione giggled and set the parchment back on her desk before climbing back into their bed and continuing her earlier activities with her husband.

"Congratulations class of 1945, may you go out into the world and make it a better place!" Headmaster Dippet said.

The clapping was thunderous for the graduating class, and Tom looked out over the crowd to find his family cheering the loudest. His five-year-old brother was on their father's shoulders, holding up a sign for him to see. He chuckled. Little Benny was like his shadow, and practically worshipped his oldest brother.

Once the ceremony was over, Tom made his way through the crowds to his family. His mother hugged him tightly and then Benny was demanding his attention. He picked his brother up and held him as he spoke to his parents. He smirked at several girls who were giggling behind their hands and looking at him. They all started tittering and giggling even more.

"Just like your father." Hermione sighed.

"Hey!" Tom said.

Hermione giggled.

"So, whose hungry?" Hermione asked.

"I'm hungry Mummy!" Benny said.

"Well, Lolly made a big meal to celebrate Tommy's graduation, we should get home and eat." Hermione said.

The family of seven headed home.

Hermione was walking towards her bedroom when she heard several low moans. She knew those kinds of moans. The same ones came from her mouth when Tom was making love to her. She passed her son's room and saw through the sliver of open door, that her son was tangled up in his bed with a naked young woman, and they seemed to be oblivious to everything but each other. Hermione gently shut her son's door and went to find her husband.

Hermione felt the tears welling up in her eyes. Her baby boy, her little Tommy, was now a father. He held a pink bundle in his arms. He had married a girl from France. It had caused his father to roar with laughter, saying that he was most definitely his son, since his mother was French as well. Now two years later, the young couple had brought a daughter into the world. Tom handed his daughter to his mother.

"What did you name her?" Hermione asked as she stroked the infant's cheek.

"Myah Gabrielle Riddle." Tommy said.

"She is beautiful son." Tom said.

"Thanks Dad." Tommy said.

It was about ten days before her 145th birthday. She was surrounded by her immediate and extended family. Five children, seventeen grandchildren and 32 great-grandchildren. She knew that she didn't have long left. Her beloved Tom had already passed, and she was barely hanging on with her shattered heart. Her oldest son was 126 years old, and she was happy to see that he was nothing like the nightmare she had had when he was four years old. Thomas Edward Riddle Jr. had grown up loved and cherished, he had married and had his own children and grandchildren. He had graduated with honors from Hogwarts, had become a Master in Defense, Charms and Transfiguration. He spent from 25-37 years of age as the best Minister of Magic Britain had ever had. He became a professor at Hogwarts for Defense Against the Dark Arts, and then when he was 73 years old, he became Headmaster of Hogwarts. He still held that position to this day. His eldest grandson's wife was expecting their first child, and Hermione knew that she wouldn't be around to see it. But she was content with the fact that her son had grown up knowing that he would always be loved. Lord Voldemort had never come to be, and the Wizarding World was at peace. With that thought in her head, she closed her eyes for the final time, and felt herself drift away.

Hermione opened her eyes and looked around. She looked down at her hands, noticing the youth had once more been restored.

"You always were impatient love." A deep voice, that she hadn't heard in almost ten years, said.

She whipped around to find her beloved husband standing before her, looking as he had when they had begun courting each other well over a century before. She let out a sob and threw herself into his arms. He held her to him and stroked her back until she calmed in his arms.

"I've missed you so much my love." Hermione sighed.

"I've missed you as well my sweet witch. I thought we agreed that you would wait until our first great-great grandchild was born to meet me here on the other side." Tom said.

"I tried my love. But ten years without you was too much for me to bear. They have Tommy, they will be fine without me." Hermione said.

Tom smiled and leaned down to lead his wife in their first kiss in almost a decade. She moaned into his mouth and returned the kiss with eagerness.

"It's time to go home my love." He murmured when he finally pulled away.

The two now young again Riddles walked hand in hand into the afterlife, knowing their families would come to meet them when they were ready.

Here lies Hermione Camilla Riddle

Beloved Mother, Daughter, Friend

Born September 19th, 1907

Died September 9th, 2052

May She Rest in Peace.