Disclaimer: these characters are not mine – they belong to JK Rowling
AN: I hope you are all still with me! I am simultaneously writing 3 fanfics; This one, Bound, and Beauty and the Beast, so please bear with me as it takes me some time to write each chapter for all three of these stories and get them updated! I promise I am actively working on all of them though, and they will be finished! Please review! xo - Oh yeah, and some smut for you in this chapter!
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Hermione borrowed the Marauder's map from Harry, and crept out of the Slytherin dorm under a disillusionment charm. She padded quietly down the corridor, carefully avoiding the prefects who were out patrolling. She made it to the entrance of the library and quietly crept inside, closing the heavy door behind her. It was dark, and according to the map, no one else was in there, so she cast Lumos to light her way towards the restricted section. She needed to search the stacks to see if there was anything at all that could help them get home. She folded up the map and placed it in her bag when she found the section that contained books relevant to time travel. There wasn't much, only a few books, but Hermione grabbed all of them and proceeded to shove them into her bag when a hand covered her mouth from behind her. Her eyes widened and she yelped until Tom whispered into her ear.
"What are you doing out after curfew, in the restricted section no less?" he questioned his free hand running along her thigh and up under her skirt. Her eyes rolled back and she leaned back against him as his fingers slipped beneath her knickers
"Answer me, Hermione…Just what are you up to?" he asked brushing his lips against her throat where her pulse was racing madly.
She bit her lip trying to concentrate on his words as his fingers slid into her causing shocks of pleasure to run through her.
"Just a bit of light reading…" she lied and then moaned as his fingers curled inside of her hitting a sensitive spot. She could feel his hardness pressed against her backside as he left a trail of open mouthed kisses down her neck.
"You're lying to me, Hermione…" he whispered and his fingers slipped out of her then, and she groaned in frustration at the loss of contact.
He plucked one of the books from her bag, The Art of Time Travel by Gilgamesh Thorne, and looked up at her curiously.
"Trying to run away from me?" He smirked and stalked towards her.
She backed away from him slowly until she bumped into a desk unable to move any further. He closed the distance between them and set the book aside; twining one of his hands in her hair as he captured her mouth and kissed her hungrily. He broke the kiss and his hand left her hair and trailed down her neck and over her chest where he pushed her down to lay back upon the desk. He kept his gaze intensely locked on hers as his hands slid up her bare thighs and under her skirt. He hooked his thumbs under the waistband of her knickers and pulled them off, dropping them to the floor. He grasped her ankle and lifted her leg, kissing the inside of her knee and down her inner thigh until he reached her center. Hermione was panting now, desperate for him to touch her. Her back arched upwards off the desk when she felt his tongue delve into her, and she moaned. She reached down and grasped his hair as he lapped at her, bringing her close to the edge, though it wasn't enough; she needed to feel more of him.
"Please…" she whimpered, hoping he would give her what she so desperately needed.
He met her gaze and without moving away from her he asked, "Please, what?" in a tone that was demanding.
"Please fuck me…" She said biting her lip feeling herself blush at how wanton she sounded.
"Please fuck me, what?" He asked, running a finger over her slit lightly, teasing her.
Hermione furrowed her brow. What did he expect her to call him? Tom? And then she realized and inhaled sharply. It was only sex, right? Even if she said it, it wasn't as if she really meant it…
"Please fuck me, My Lord." She said in a near whisper.
Tom's smirk was positively wicked. He stood then, and began undo his belt.
"Since you asked so nicely…" he said huskily as he let his pants fall to the floor and he grasped her ankles and pulled her legs up to rest on his shoulders. He thrust into her hard, and Hermione had to grasp the edge of the desk for support. He kept his gaze locked with hers as he pounded into her relentlessly. Her skirt had flipped upwards onto her stomach, and she could see his cock pumping into her which was the most erotic thing she had ever seen. His hand moved to where they were joined and he rubbed his thumb over her sensitive nub a few times before she felt her orgasm washing over her. Her muscles clenched down around him, making him groan as he continued to fuck her as she came. A few moments later, he growled and spent himself inside of her. They were both breathing heavily, as she slowly moved her legs back to the floor and began to sit up on the desk. Her cheeks were flaming in embarrassment when she thought back to the things they'd both said. She had to admit, hearing him talk that way was a turn on. He was very much in his element when he was in control, and the quiet confidence that exuded made him all the more enticing.
He picked her knickers up from the floor and handed them back to her with a devilish smirk.
"I rather liked hearing you call me that." He said honestly.
Hermione sucked her lip between her teeth as she deftly slipped her knickers back on
"About that…" Hermione began nervously, "I mean, I was in the moment, I don't want you to think-"
He cut her off then, "You may not want to admit it, least of all to yourself, but no one else can make you feel the way that I do, Hermione." He said sharply.
He was right, Hermione knew; after being with him, she didn't think anyone else could make her feel alive in the way he did.
"Yes, but-"
"No more excuses. We both know that its knowledge and recognition you crave. I can give all of that to you. With you by my side we could rule the world." He said to her
"I don't want the world, Tom, I want you." She said gazing at him evenly.
He moved to where she sat on the desk, and cupped her cheek. Her eyes fluttered shut and she felt his lips brush against hers as he whispered against her mouth, "Then stay with me."
It was in that moment, that she knew she was never going back. She would still find a way to get Harry home, but she knew now, that she would not be going with him.
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The next morning, Harry entered the Great Hall and felt a stab of guilt when he saw Effy trying to get his attention and he pointedly ignored her. It was very uncharacteristic of him to do something like that, but in this case, it was necessary. His eyes fell on a dark haired witch sitting near the end of the Slytherin table, so he made his way over to her instead and sat down across from her.
"Dorea, right? I'm Harry." He said giving her his best 'chosen one' grin.
She smiled shyly and looked down at her plate before glancing back up at him, "Yes, I know who you are."
"Right. We have a class together, don't we?" Harry asked lamely
She laughed, "Yes, three actually; Transfiguration, Astronomy, and Divination."
"Brilliant. Maybe we can study together in the library sometime?" Harry asked awkwardly, and she bit her lip and nodded shyly at him.
"Excellent. That's really excellent." Harry said and was relieved to see Hermione and Tom arrive in time to save him from the awkward exchange.
Hermione took her seat next to Harry and smirked when she was able to figure out that he had just been chatting with Dorea.
"Don't look now, but Effy is glaring at you." She whispered to Harry.
"I know, I tried not to look." Harry admitted sheepishly and Tom snorted across the table from him.
"Oh bloody hell, Hermione, you didn't tell him did you?" Harry glared at her while pointing at Tom.
Hermione narrowed her eyes at Tom, and then looked at Harry apologetically, "He misread the situation, I had to explain it to him." She said cryptically.
Harry sighed. It was bad enough he had to sit across from Tom Riddle every morning while he oogled Hermioe, now the git knew about him snogging his grandmother too? He should just ask him to Avada him right now…
He looked back over at Hermione who was nibbling on a croissant and reading the Daily Prophet, "Hermione, we have that transfiguration project due tomorrow, will you meet me later so we can work on it?"
Hermione furrowed her brow for a second before she realized that Harry just wanted to meet with her alone without outwardly saying so,
"Sure. We can go to the library after dinner to work on it." She said quickly hoping Tom didn't notice.
"Yes, and we all know how much Hermione loves the library." Tom said in a way that sounded dirty, and Hermione blushed furiously thinking about all of the naughty things they had done in the restricted section night before.
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Later that evening after dinner, Hermione made her way to the library, once again blushing at the thought of what Tom had done to her on one of the desks in the restricted section. She spotted Harry already seated at one of the tables, and she walked over and plopped herself down in the seat next to him.
"Considering there is no Transfiguration project, I am assuming you wanted to talk to me about something else." Hermione said surprised to see that he was actually doing his homework for once.
"Yes, but we can't really talk here, lets go to the Room of requirement." He said as he finished writing the last sentence of his essay and blowing on the ink to dry it before putting it away in his bag.
She grabbed her bag and followed him out of the library up to the seventh floor. Harry paced back and forth in front of the wall until a door appeared, and he opened it and ushered her inside.
Harry didn't waste any time and got right down to business;
"Have you found anything in the restricted section?"
Hermione blushed again, unable to control it, "I did fid a few books, though I haven't had time to read them yet." Hermione said biting her lip nervously and shifting her eyes away from him.
"Hermione, you were down there for two hours last night, what were you doing?" Harry asked
"Hermione laughed nervously, "things." Feeling her face heat up. She must be as red as a cherry tomato by now.
"Things? Like what kind of things?" Harry repeated still completely oblivious.
Hermione wanted to melt into the floor. How does one tell her best friend that his arch-enemy fucked her neatly over a desk in the library while she was supposed to be looking for books to send them back home?
"Does it matter? The point is, I got the books. We can look at them now if you like." Hermione said quickly changing the subject.
Harry frowned, but nodded. He knew she was keeping something form him deliberately, but he was starting to think he didn't want to know.
Hermione pulled the books from her bag and handed him one of them while she took the other. She plopped down on the sofa with The Art of Time Travel while Harry perused Astral Magick by Cassandra Vblatsky.
Two hours later, Hermione sat up in straight on the couch from her slouched position, and pulled the book closer to her face as she re-read a paragraph wanting to confirm that it meant what she thought it did.
"Harry! I think I found something! She said excitedly as she placed the book on the coffee table between them and pointed to the section she had just been reading
"It says here that time, meaning the past, present, and future, all exist simultaneously; there are multiple timelines that are woven together like threads in the fabric of time. If this is true, our original timeline that we can from should still exist somewhere." Hermione trailed off deep in thought.
"Yes, but how do we manage to get back to it? And what if we change events in this timeline as I'm sure we already have; will it even be possible to get back to the way things were? " Harry asked thoughtfully.
Hermione bit her lip, "I don't know, Harry. I'm pretty sure no one has ever done this before." Hermione sighed
"Things would be so much simpler if we could just charm the time-turner to work backwards." Harry scoffed.
Hermione's eyes widened, "Harry, that's it! Merlin, I can't believe I didn't think of it before! The answer was right there under our noses the whole time!" She shrieked.
Harry jumped up excitedly, "What? What was?"
"Don't you see Harry? All we need to do is use the reversal charm on the Time-turner and then set it to 54 years. This time instead of sending us into the past 54 years, it'll send us forward. I can't believe I didn't see it before!"
"Well what are we waiting for then?" Harry asked.
"Harry, we can't go yet – we have to make sure Fleamont and Effy get together, because if we don't, you might not exist in the future." Hermione explained carefully, wanting him to understand the implications of their actions. Also, she didn't know how she was going to tell him that she wouldn't be returning with him.
"Now I understand all Dumbledore's warnings about messing with time. Merlin's Balls."