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AN: Hi all! I made some minor revisions to this chapter since it's been posted, so please give a re-read! xo ~Sharkdiver
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Orion watched Hermione responding to Tom in a way that she had never responded to him, and he felt anger and jealousy twisting in his gut. He heard someone step up beside him, and he turned his head to see his brother beside him.
"If you want revenge brother, tonight, you shall have it." Cygnus said cryptically, motioning for Orion to follow him.
Orion took a last glance at the two lovers still caught up in eachother's embrace, before striding off after Cygnus, the wine glass falling from his hand to shatter on the flagstones.
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The sound of glass breaking had pulled Hermione out of her little bubble that only included Tom, when she had remembered Orion. She broke the kiss, and rushed through the door, finding only a shattered wine glass and the puddle of crimson liquid on the floor surrounded by shards of broken glass.
"Shit." She whispered, and Tom was at her side giving her a questioning look.
"Oh, Tom, there you are." Isadora simpered before her eyes shifted to Hermione, and they turned hard and cold
"When are you going to take the hint, mudblood, Tom isn't interested." Isadora spat gliding over to Tom, and grasping his arm.
Hermione had enough. Her head whipped up and her eyes narrowed at Isadora as she took a step towards her, as Tom tried to extricate himself from her grip.
"I dare you, Isadora, to say that one. more. time." Hermione snarled.
Tom's eyes widened, and he couldn't help it when the corners of his lips twitched.
"What? You are just a stupid mudblo-" Isadora began before she was promptly silenced by Hermione's fist connecting with her mouth.
Tom looked in shock from Isadora to Hermione, and barked out a surprised laugh.
Hermione wasn't quite finished, though. She stepped towards the girl who was now bent forward, with her hands clutched over her mouth, making pathetic whimpering noises, and grasped a handful of her bleach blond hair.
"The next time you even think about looking at me or Tom, a punch in the mouth will be the least of your worries." Hermione spat before shoving Isadora away from her.
"Tom! Are you really going to let that mudblood speak to me like that?" Isadora shrieked incredulously.
Tom's lips curled up into an evil smirk, and he stepped over to Isadora before he leaned down into her ear and whispered.
"The next time you call my girlfriend a mudblood, I'll kill you and make it look like an accident."
Hermione couldn't hear what he said to Isadora, but she saw the pathetic girl's eyes widen in fright, as she looked helplessly from Hermione to Tom, and then ran off.
"What did you say to her?" Hermione asked him, her eyes looking at him critically.
"I simply told her that it wasn't working out between us." Tom smirked as he pulled Hermione back into his arms, kissing her hungrily.
She smiled against his lips, not believing for a moment that was what he actually said. She reluctantly pulled away from him, and sighed.
"Well, I should probably find Orion then, and apologize."
Tom stiffened in her arms.
"What?" he asked sharply
Hermione smirked.
"I'm breaking things off with him, Tom." She said cupping his cheek and pulling his face back towards hers. She felt him relax, and nodded.
"Maybe I should handle it." Tom suggested, looking at Hermione wearily.
Hermione scoffed, "No way. I know you would get far too much enjoyment out of that, and I'd much rather spend the night doing much more pleasant things that healing you after he punches you."
Tom snorted indelicately, "If you think for a moment that I can't take Orion Black in a fight, you are sorely mistaken. You do recall how I handled Dolohov, do you not?"
Hermione shivered at the reminder, "How could I forget? Still, I wish to spare his feelings all the same."
Tom chuckled, "You know, you really are a terrible Slytherin."
Hermione smirked before she stepped out of his arms again, "Well, it's a good thing I'm actually a Gryffindor then." Before she strode back into the Great Hall in search of Orion.
He was sitting over at the table chatting amiably with Harry and Dorea when Hermione approached, and she was a bit confused. She was sure he had to have seen her and Tom, yet he was acting as if nothing was wrong.
"Hermione, I was just about to go look for you. I got your wine. I had assumed you stepped out to find the loo." Orion said pulling out a seat for her.
Hermione furrowed her brows, wondering if she had been mistaken and that maybe someone else had dropped the wine glass?
"Oh…yes, thank you. Actually, Orion…can we talk privately for a moment?" she asked, her eyes flicking from him to Harry before meeting his gaze once more.
She notices his jaw clench for a fraction of a second, before he stood and smiled brightly, "Of course. Please excuse us." He said glancing over to Harry and Dorea.
Harry noticed the look on Hermione's face and knew something was up, and he made a mental note to ask her about it later. He was lost in his thoughts when he noticed Cygnus striding towards their table.
"Dorea, you look beautiful this evening. Would you care to dance?" he asked holding out his hand to her.
Dorea looked at Harry, and blushed, and Harry looked down giving her a small smile and nodded, letting her know that it was alright if she wanted to go.
"Yes, okay." She said as she placed her hand in his, and followed him to the dance floor.
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Orion followed Hermione into a supply closet just off the great hall so that they could speak in private.
Before Hermione was able to say anything, Orion pushed her up against the wall, and captured her lips in his, grabbing her wrists and pinning them over her head.
She gasped in surprise, and tried to push him off of her, when she felt him push his leg between hers to force her legs apart. Her eyes widened in shock, and she struggled trying to get free as tears sprang to her eyes. His mouth finally left hers to trail rough kisses over her jaw and down her throat, and she could feel his teeth scraping her skin.
"Orion, please…stop…please." She begged. From this position, she couldn't knee him in the groin, and he was much stronger than she was.
"Why should I stop? You have no problem letting Riddle put his filthy paws all over you." He snapped angrily
"Please don't do this!" she pleaded feeling panic setting in.
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"My lord, can we speak in private for a moment?" Abraxas asked quietly as he leaned towards Tom, his gaze following Cygnus and Dorea swaying to the music on the dance floor.
Tom's jaw clenched, and he nodded almost imperceptibly, as he followed Abraxas as he began to lead the way out of the Great hall, and towards the main staircase.
"Tom stopped, looked at Abraxas suspiciously, "Where are you going?"
"Abraxas cleared his throat, his eyes shifted nervously, and a bead of sweat was forming on his upper lip, "To the seventh floor, my lord. This matter requires privacy." He said quietly, hoping that Tom would understand his meaning and follow him.
"Tom nodded, his eyes hard and his jaw clenched, and then Abraxas began to turn around and proceed up the stairs leading the way. Abraxas had the nerve to pull him out of the ball room, and then demand that they speak in private in the room of requirement. For obvious reasons, he couldn't say anything whilst in the hallway, but when they were behind closed doors, he was going to remind Abraxas just who was in charge, and punish him accordingly for his impudence. Not to mention Lestrange's little stunt with Hermione…he would definitely enjoy punishing him.
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"So what are you doing with that mudblood? Are you trying to make me jealous?" Cygnus snapped, grasping Dorea's hip tightly.
Dorea flushed angrily. She had meant to make him jealous, but hearing him insult Harry so casually made her blood boil. She used to think the same way, until she had befriended Hermione and Harry, and she no longer felt comfortable using that awful word.
"Cygnus, don't be a prick." She snapped trying to pull away from him, but he kept a tight grasp on her, not allowing her to pull away.
"Oh come on, Dorea, don't tell me you have forgotten all those nights in my dorm…" he said haughtily, raising an eyebrow at her, and smirking.
Never before had anyone made her feel as much of a whore as he did in that moment and she tried to wriggle away from him again.
"Easy now, D, we wouldn't want your mudblood boyfriend to get the wrong idea, now would we?" He said nuzzling his nose against her cheek.
"Fuck you, Cygnus. I hope you do remember those nights in your dorm, because it's never going to happen again." She spat and pulled her knee up to his groin.
His eyes widened, clearly not expecting her to have done that, and he dropped to the ground with a groan like a sack of potatoes.
Harry was already halfway across the dancefloor as she launched herself into his arms, and he looked in confusion from her down to the heap that was Cygnus on the ground.
"What the hell happened?" he asked, leading her off the dancefloor, over to the entrance of the great hall.
"He insulted you." Dorea said before looking up at Harry as he looked at her in wonder, and he snorted.
"You just kneed Cygnus in the balls…because of me?" he asked laughing pulling her into a hug.
"Well, not entirely, he said some inappropriate things to me as well. I guess I finally realized he wasn't as special as I thought." She shrugged.
"Come on, let's get some air." He said chuckling as he led her out of the Great Hall.
As they walked towards the entrance hall, he heard a thud come from the nearby supply closet, and looked over at it with furrowed brows.
Dorea chuckled, "Probably just Orion and Hermione having a bit of a snog…I haven't seen them in a while, have you?" she asked, when she noticed the frown on his face.
Before she could stop him, he was moving swiftly across the corridor and pulled his wand, unlocking the door with a wandless non-verbal alohomora. His eyes widened in shock, and then anger as he saw Orion pressing Hermione against the wall, her face tearstained as he was fumbling with her clothes.
Harry grabbed Orion by the back of his dress robes and pulled him off of Hermione, which he clearly hadn't been expecting, and as he looked back up, it was into the furious green eyes of Harry Potter, whose Black holly wand was pointing between his eyes.
"Hermione, come here, you're safe now." Harry said as she rushed from the closet and Dorea wrapped her in a protective hug.
"Harry, I need to find Tom…he's gone to the seventh floor with Abraxas."
"Yes why don't we all go to the seventh floor, shall we?" another voice cut in from behind.
Harry, Hermione, and Dorea turned to see Cygnus pointing his wand at them, and motioning for them to start heading upstairs. His gaze then fell on Orion, who was currently on his knees in front of Harry.
"Really Brother, how many times have I told you to use a silencing spell?" Cygnus said rolling his eyes, sure that the only reason Harry had interrupted Orion was because he had forgotten to put a silencing spell over the room, "It's no matter now, shall we go?" he said in almost a jovial tone as he pointed his wand at Harry's back, watching to make sure Harry lowered his wand.
The group began to slowly ascend the stairs, making their way to the room of requirement.
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Tom paced back and forth in front of the seventh floor wall, waiting for the door to his meeting place to appear. After his third pass, the door materialized, and he barged through it angrily, stopping in his tracks when he saw all of his knights assembled facing them, wearing hooded cloaks and silver masks.
"I haven't called a meeting, what is the meaning of this?" he spat turning back to look at Abraxas who had his wand already trained on him.
Tom sneered as he heard someone take a step forward. Edmund Lestrange stepped out in front of the assembled wizards, and removed his mask.
"Hello, Tom." Edmund said coldly, a evil smirk adorning his face.
"Lestrange." Tom said coolly, not wanting to make them think they were intimidating him.
"You see, the boys and I have been doing a bit of thinking lately…it seems that you've lost sight of our mission. At first, we all thought it was a clever ploy to lure information from the mudbloods…but oh no…that wasn't it at all. Then to have such arrogance to assume that no one would dare question the powerful Tom Riddle, when in truth, you're nothing but a filthy half-blood. You're nothing but a disgrace to the name of Slytherin." Edmund spat
Tom growled drawing his wand when a curse suddenly struck him in the back.
Abraxas.
Edmund stepped forward and kicked Tom's wand away from his hand, and his eye glittered as he looked down on him and whispered, "Crucio."
Hermione heard the screams as she neared the top of the staircase leading to the seventh floor, and she sprinted ahead towards the room of requirement. It was Tom, he was in serious trouble. Her heart was racing as she clawed at the bricks, wanting desperately to tear a hole in the wall to get to him.
"Tom! Tom I'm coming!" she screamed, as tears streamed down her face
Dorea, Harry, Cygnus and Orion had finally caught up, and he motioned for Orion to restrain Hermione and Dorea while he revealed the door. After keeping his wand trained on Harry, and passing the wall three times, the door appeared, and he opened it, ushering them inside.
Tom lay on the floor, still twitching from the aftermath of the cruciatus curse, and Hermione shoved Orion off of her as she ran to him, collapsing on the floor beside him.
"Well, well, look what we have here, Tom. Your little mudblood has come to rescue you. How pathetic." Edmund spat as Hermione's eyes flicked up to his, and a powerful rage built inside of her. Before she knew what she was doing, her wand was in her hand, and a fiery serpent sprang forth from the tip of her wand surging towards the hooded figures. One by one they all dove out of the way, and Harry immediately sprang into action, shoving Dorea to the ground to keep her safe and disarming Cygnus and Orion. Hermione aimed her wand and shot a stupefy at Lestrange, and she heard him fall to the ground with a dull thud.
She knelt beside Tom and helped him up, summoning his wand from where is had sat forgotten in the corner, and handed it to him. She could see the rage burning in his eyes, and for a moment, his eyes flashed red and her breath caught in her throat.
He stood, watching Hermione's fire serpent chase his knights, and smirked at the sound of their shrieks as they ran in fear. His witch was truly something else.
Then he spotted Lestrange, lying still on the floor.
For once, Hermione did not try to stop him.
A predatory smile graced his face, and his hands still occasionally gave the odd twitch from the aftermath of the cruciatus curse.
Harry rushed to Hermione's side, and watched as Tom approached Edmund Lestrange. Just then, Abraxas attempted to curse Tom again from behind, and in the blink of an eye, Harry disarmed him before he could fire off the curse.
Tom looked over his shoulder to see Abraxas' wand sail into Harry's outstretched hand, and he nodded at Harry in thanks.
Hermione's mouth gaped open. Did Harry Potter just defend Tom Riddle? If she had any doubts before about how their presence in the past had affected the timeline, those doubts were now gone.
Tom turned back to a wild eyed Edmund, and his lip curled in disgust, "I think you'll find that the only filth here is you."
Tom felt Hermione's hand land on his arm, and he stilled briefly, looking down at her in annoyance.
"Don't kill him, Tom." She said quietly, and she glanced down to see relief pass through Edmund's eyes as he stared helplessly up at them from his stupefied position.
"An Obliviate, should do the trick." Hermione spat smirking up at Tom.
"As my lady commands." Tom said, dropping a kiss on her cheek before moving his focus back to Lestrange.
"Now, where were we…." Tom said as an evil smirk graced his lips.
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"Hermione, are you sure we should have left him in there alone with them? He'll probably kill them and…" Harry was saying before Hermione interrupted.
"Trust me, Harry, they won't remember a thing." She said giving him a small smile as he led her and Dorea back to the Slytherin common room.
When they reached the common room, it was still empty, seeing as most everyone was still at the dance, or having their memories modified back in the room of requirement. Hermione pretended not to notice the way Dorea and Harry were looking at each other, and instead crept into the boy's dormitory to wait for Tom. She was fairly certain that none of the other Slytherin boys, aside from Harry of course, would be returning to their room tonight, and she was pretty certain Harry wouldn't be either. It wasn't difficult to see which bed had belonged to Tom, as it was precisely made, and his trunk lay underneath with his name on it. Hermione bit her lip mischievously, and removed her dress and wrap, until she was dressed in nothing but her black strapless bra, her black panties, garters, and thigh highs. She even left her emerald pendant around her neck. She hid her clothes in his trunk, and crawled onto his bed, lying atop of it with her legs crossed neatly at the ankles, and leaned back against his headboard with the curtains drawn around his bed, just in case anyone else decided to walk in.
Not ten minutes later, she heard someone enter the room and head towards the bed, and she heard the footsteps pause for a moment.
She bit her lip to stifle a chuckle, since she was sure it was Tom, and he was probably suspicious as to why his bed curtains were closed, when he had clearly left them open. She schooled her features, and waited patiently for him to approach. The curtains suddenly flew open, and he stood at the foot of the bed with his wand drawn, and she gave him a naughty smirk when his eyes widened at her appearance. She watched as his eyes trailed up her almost bare legs, over her black lacy underthings, and up to her face, where his gaze locked with hers, smoldering with lust.
"What are you waiting for, a written invitation?" she said raising an eyebrow at him as he gaped at her, and she chuckled as he fumbled with his dress robes, trying to pull them off in a hurry.
"You know, you're not supposed to be in the boys dormitory, Miss Jones. As a Prefect, I could have you written up for that." He said smirking at her as he finally kicked his pants off, so that he was down to nothing but his boxers.
"Oh, shall I leave then?" she asked innocently, and laughed as he tossed her back on the bed, covering her mouth with his.
A moment later, she pulled away from him, "You didn't kill anyone, did you?" she asked stopping his advance with a finger over his mouth.
He snorted, "No, though it would have been far more satisfying. I modified their memories, as you suggested. They'll wake up in the room of requirement tomorrow morning, with no memories of ever having associated with me, or of last night's events. They'll think they got drunk after the ball, and passed out up there. By the way, where did you learn that spell? It seems a bit dark for you, doesn't it?" he asked raising an eyebrow at her.
She bit her lip shyly and admitted, "I may have borrowed that one from Lord Voldemort."
His mouth dropped open and he started kissing her hungrily. He pulled her on top of him so that she was straddling his hips, and she moaned when she felt how hard he was beneath her.
"As much as I really like these knickers, they have to go." He said as he snapped his fingers and she yelped when she looked down and realized she was now completely naked.
"That's much better." He said with a groan as she lowered herself onto his cock, and began to ride him. His hands raked over her hips and she let out a breathy moan every time he sank back into her, and his thumb began to rub her clit as he pumped into her.
"Fuck yes…Hermione…you're so perfect…fuck…" he was mumbling as she began to pick up the pace, feeling her orgasm building up every time his cock his that spot deep inside of her.
"Tom…please don't stop..." she moaned looking down at him with hooded eyes.
She cried out a few moments later as her orgasm swept through her, and she felt her muscles clamp down around him, which sent him over the edge right behind her. She was breathing heavily as she collapsed on his chest, and she couldn't remember ever feeling happier, despite the events that took place earlier that evening, as she looked into his eyes.