Okay, so this was going to uploaded in like a week's time but then from all your reviews and a few specific reviewers that i talk to (you know who you are (:) I forced myself to write this chapter and get it done.

Hopefully it came out right and all - enjoy reading (: xx

Things do not change; we change

"Exsolvo Monito" Rosier kept mumbling the enchantment under his breath, his wand tracing figure-eights in the air above Hermione's wrists.

She made sure her gaze focused on the bit of skin there that slowly grew a prickling sensation all around, but her wrists looked completely bare. With a small flick, Rosier withdrew his wand and took an exaggerated step backwards. He was still pissed off about being scolded and hexed just an hour ago, but he stayed silent, shoulders hunched as he stomped for the exit.

Hermione sighed in content when the prickles slowly faded and she rubbed at her wrists one at a time. She kept her eyes completely down as the soft click of the portrait door filled the room. She continued looking down and didn't even flinch when the angry slam of Rosier's departure echoed through the silent Head's dorm. Taking three long, deep breaths, only then did Hermione trust herself to look at him.

He had been standing there the whole time, just quietly observing. He only moved to the side to let Rosier pass. And even though Hermione had made it habit to look anywhere but his way, she felt every second of his black orbs burning into her. Now, she thought she had calmed herself enough to face him, to be strong-headed and mature about everything. But then, every one of her self-expectations crumbled into oblivion when her eyes locked onto Tom's.

Heat filled her cheeks and she guessed it couloured her complexion noticeably as well. Those damn butterflies attacked her stomach and her wit caught in her throat helplessly. Hermione suddenly became aware of how her lips still held a pleasant warmth and tingle. And the essence of his sweet taste.

He had kissed her again. Tom Riddle had kissed her again and she had kissed him back. Again.
And it was a feeling Hermione couldn't describe. She felt as if every worry, all the insults, every ounce of pain was lifted and all that was left, all that mattered was Tom. Tom and only Tom. When Hermione kissed Draco the most she got was light headed-ness but just being in the presence of the Head Boy made Hermione swoon like a fangirl.

He stood with his arms crossed over his robed chest, a defiant smirk present on his face. She hated how he wasn't affected at all by what happened. While Hermione stood there, weak in the knees and a tamato face, he stood proudly. She grabbed onto the little bit of stubborn that was in her fogged up mind and focused on that as she found her toungue. He was not getting off the hook this easily.

Hermione cleared her throat, swallowing the nervous lump there. Tom didn't react. He had moved quickly for Rosier but obviously he was had no mind in giving her way. He just smirked down at her from a mere 4 or so steps away. Hermione didn't let her mind rest on there closeness as she opened her mouth to speak.

"You're in my way." Hermione felt like kicking herself. Her voice was meant to be demanding, strong. And it came out in a pathetic mumble. Nonetheless, she looked Tom dead in the eye as amusement took over his features.

An almost inaudible and short chuckle let by before he responded. "You surely cannot still be mad." He said with a raise of his eyebrow. Hermione frowned angrily at his amusement and lifted her chin.

"Oh yeah? Try me." She said stiffly, crossing her own arms stubbornly. This is what she liked; when they started a conversation Hermione lost most of her weak side straight away.

She gasped and stumbled back when Tom advanced on her in one long stride.

"I think I just might." He said in a low, throaty whisper. Hermione realized what he was intending immediately and the blush heated her once again. Her intinct would have been to push him away but she was frozen as his black eyes bore into hers. He smirked broadly as he leaned down. Her heart spluttered frantically. Tingles in every place she could think of. Her nerves were going insane and then - his lips pressed softly against her cheek. Hermione kept her breath as even as possible and she then realized what he was going to do next.

Oh no you don't.

Taking the little self-control she had over her body, Hermione quickly ducked under his arm and pretty much sprinted passed him. She stopped and turned to look back, plastering a scowl on her face to hide the affects he was having on her. This boy was going to be the death of her.

Tom squinted at her accusingly from across the room but thank god he didn't approach her again. She knew she wouldn't be able to resist him twice. Hermione smirked at him.

"You are not forgiven yet, Tom Riddle." She stated. Trying to keep her smirk proud as he frowned at her. He didn't speak. She turned before she could change her mind about leaving and shut the door behind her quickly.

And as soon as the door clicked shut Hermione leant back into the painting as a huge, warm smile spread across her face. She tried holding it back but she couldn't. Hermione knew she shouldn't be acting like this. There was still so much wrong that Tom still had to fix, but for once she felt real, true happiness swell inside her. She lifted her hand to the warm and tingly place on her right cheek where his lips had just been. As she touched it her smile grew even bigger.

Hermione's mind didn't cross Draco Malfoy for even a second as she dwelled in her thoughts of Tom Riddle.

Wew that was so short! but that's all i'm giving you guys so far - sorrryyyy

Maybe if I get enough Reviews I'll be motivated enough to write the next chapter haaha (:

A little give away: In the next chapter it's going to be pretty focused on Draco mostly, and figure out what's going to happen with him and Hermione. See I have it all worked out I'm just too lazy to write!

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