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She led him into her bedroom, clutching the towel around herself. He had pulled his pants back up, but was still shirtless as he followed along behind her. His eyes swept over her Gryffindor décor and he scoffed.
She shot him a glare as if to say, 'you're one to talk, snake-boy', and moved over to her mirror, pulling off the velvet drape she had used to cover it.
"So it doesn't just work one way then." He said with a scowl as his eyes flicked from the image of his quarters in the mirror and then back to her.
"Thank you Captain obvious, I hadn't noticed." She sniffed and folded her arms across her chest.
He gave her a warning glare at her tone, "Would you mind telling me exactly, what charm you used?" he asked twirling his yew wand between his fingers menacingly.
She swallowed at the reminder of what he could do with that wand, and walked over to the leather bound book still sitting open on her desk.
"There. It was this one." She said pointing at the section on spyglass.
His brow furrowed, "That doesn't make any sense. I've never heard of Spyglass working this way." He muttered.
She bit her lips remembering that she had actually amended the spell at the books suggestion, "Well, you see, I didn't say it exactly like that…" she trailed off.
He looked back up at her sharply, pointing his wand at her, "Enlighten me then, Hermione, what was it precisely that you did say?"
She swallowed nervously glancing down at his wand, "I um…I just made it a bit more specific, since the text warned that it was important to specify the intended target. You see, I meant for it to connect to Malfoy's room but-"
"Malfoy?" he asked raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, Draco Malfoy. He's the current head boy." She answered.
"Must be a relative of Abraxas then." Tom said thoughtfully.
"Grandson, actually." Hermione said dismissively and Tom's eyes widened in shock.
"What year is it?" he asked suddenly.
"1997." She said biting back a smirk as his surprised expression.
He quickly did the math in his head, realizing that technically in her time, he should be about seventy years old while she was only eighteen.
"Merlin, I practically fucked a baby." He muttered as he pinched the bridge of his nose, and Hermione mumbled under her breath sarcastically, "That's not the only thing you do to a baby."
"What was that?" he said looking at her accusingly
"Nothing." She smiled sweetly.
He glared at her for an extra minute before he continued, "So when you attempted to cast this charm, how exactly did you amend it?" he asked.
She blew out a breath, and picked up her notebook, "I used a Latin Translation for wanting to know the mind of the enemy, so the incantation I used was, Vigilate anima in hostes"
"Let me see that." He said holding out his hand for her notebook.
He snorted when he read her notes, "I hope you're better at curse-breaking than you are at Latin." He said as he tossed the notebook back at her.
She furrowed her brows in confusion as she stared at her notes looking at where she could have made a mistake, "What? Why?"
"You improperly translated the word mind or 'animo' to soul 'anima'. To my knowledge, the only way this could have happened," and he pointed to his magical tattoo, "is because you somehow created a hybrid charm that called on the mirror to show you your soulmate who also just happens to be your enemy." He said with a smirk at her horrified expression.
"No. No, no, no…that can't be right…" she said as she begun pacing the floor.
He moved over to her bed, and stretched out on it with a smug look on his face.
"How can you be so calm about this? Get off my bed!" she shrieked as she sat at her desk chair putting her head between her knees and taking deep breaths to avoid a panic attack.
"Well, I see no reason to concern myself with the fact that one of my future enemies has decided to willingly bind herself to me…" he said in amusement as he folded his hands behind his head.
It was the way he said willingly that gave her pause.
"What are you talking about?" she said standing and striding over to the bed to glare down at him.
"When we fucked last night, very enthusiastically, I might add," he said with a smirk, "it created the soulmate bond. The tattoos, are quite permanent, I'm afraid." He said brushing his fingers over his tattoo for added effect, and smirking as she shuddered in response.
"Will you please stop doing that?" she said through gritted teeth and he only continued to smirk at her.
Suddenly, there was a knock on her door, and her eyes widened in alarm.
"Hermione? Are you in there? It's Ginny." A female voice called from just outside the door.
She squeaked and shoved him off the bed, and he hit the floor with a grunt of pain.
"Hermione? What's going on in there, are you alright? Open the door!" Ginny called.
She leaned over the partially hidden side of the bed next to the wall and gave him a pleading look, holding her fingers to her lips as he glared at her. When she was sure he would cooperate, she held the towel in place around herself and opened the door.
"Oh! Sorry…I didn't realize you were in the bath…Is everything alright? I thought I heard a bang." Ginny said attempting to look over Hermione's shoulder into her room.
"Nope, I'm fine, just…shaving." Hermione answered.
Ginny raised her eyebrow at that, but continued, "Well, Harry asked me to check on you, he said that you seemed really upset this morning, and he was worried about you." Ginny explained.
"Well, as you can see, I'm perfectly fine now. Just had a bad dream is all."
A scoff came from somewhere inside her room, and Hermione coughed loudly to cover it.
Ginny still looked suspicious, but she reluctantly told her she'd see her at dinner, and left. She closed the door letting out a relived breath and slid down it until she was sitting on the floor.
"You are a terrible liar." He chuckled as he crawled back onto her bed.
"Well, good. Lying isn't a skill one should be proud of." She spat.
He stood from her bed and held out a hand to help her up from the floor, and she stared at it a moment before she grudgingly accepted his help. He rolled his eyes at her stubbornness, and strode over to the mirror. He held out his hand to touch the glass, and was surprised that his hand moved right through it, as if it were made of water. He pulled his hand back through and turned to look at her over his shoulder.
"Try putting your hand through." He ordered.
She stepped up beside him, and grimaced when her hand was met with solid glass.
"Maybe it'll only let me through because I belong there and you don't." he said thoughtfully brushing his thumb over his bottom lip.
"What about last night?" she questioned.
"That probably had more to do with the soulmate charm. Once it was revealed to you that I was your soulmate, you would have felt compelled to come to me to complete the binding." He explained.
The corner of her lips twitched into a smirk, "How is it that you know so much about soulmates?" she asked crossing her arms over her chest.
"I read." He answered as he summoned his shirt from her bathroom and cast a wandless reparo on it.
"About Soulmates?" she challenged biting back a smirk.
"About ritual binding." He answered and chuckled when her smirk turned into a scowl.
"How typical." She muttered.
"Before I leave, we need to get a few things straight; First, I don't think I need to explain why it is important that you refrain from touching your mark during the school day. You wouldn't want me to suddenly appear in front of your friends, now would you?" he said and he smirked when she looked like she was going to be sick.
"Secondly, well, just don't touch it." He said as he started stepping though the mirror.
"Wait! What about you?" she cried indignantly.
He smirked, "Oh, I'll be in touch, Hermione." He said before he disappeared through the mirror.
She was so angry at his abrupt departure that she flipped him off, shoving her finger against the glass for extra emphasis. She saw him laughing as he strode away before the mirror darkened at the snap of his fingers.
Prick.
Soulmates. Tom Riddle, Voldemort, was her soulmate.
Fuck.
She wracked her brain, wondering who she could have pissed off so supremely in life, that she would be cursed with Tom Riddle. Resigning herself to her unfortunate situation for the time being, she got dressed, and headed down to dinner.
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"Feeling better, Hermione?" Harry asked peering at her closely as she picked at her food.
"What?" she answered distractedly.
"I asked if you were feeling better; Ginny said that you told her that the reason you were so out of it this morning was because you'd had a nightmare. It must've been pretty bad if it's shaken you up this much." Harry said as his eyes flicked back and forth between her and Ron.
You have no idea she muttered before taking a sip of tea. Taking a deep breath, she realized that she had to get herself together, otherwise they would become more suspicious than they already were.
"I'm fine, truly. Between having a pretty awful dream, and getting virtually no sleep, it just…put me off balance. I'll be fine after I've had a proper night's rest, I'm sure." She said forcing a small smile for added effect.
Harry nodded, and she excused herself as she left the Great Hall and headed back to her room to think. Thankfully, the mirror was still dark, and she collapsed on her bed with an exaggerated sigh. Just as her eyes were starting to grow heavy, she felt a burning pain flare in her hip where her tattoo was, consuming her until she felt her surroundings drop away.
She landed in a crouched position on the floor of the prefects bathroom, judging from the large stained glass window depicting a mermaid, her hands taking in the rough flagstones beneath her palms as the pain continued to flare against her hip. A soft moan caught her attention, and her head whipped around to see to see that Tom had some girl pressed up against the wall with her head thrown back in pleasure, her leg wrapped around his hip
A hot bubble of rage welled up inside her and she stood angrily, whipping out her wand and casting a reducto mere inches from the girl's head.
The girl screeched, and attempted to hide behind Tom who spun around quickly to face Hermione his wand drawn.
She balked at the relief she suddenly felt when she saw that his pants were still fastened. What the hell was wrong with her?
Hermione saw the girl's hand curl possessively around Tom's bicep, and before she knew what she was doing, she snarled and cast a stinging hex on her hand and wandlessly shoved her back away from Tom.
She turned towards him then when she heard his snort of amusement at the scene in front of him, not bothering to look back at the blond twit who at least had the good sense to run out the door.
"Well, isn't this an interesting development. You're not jealous, are you, Hermione?" He chuckled knowingly.
She narrowed her eyes at him and scoffed, "Jealous? More like supremely pissed off…" she shouted pulling down the section of her jeans that covered her hip to show him the angry reddened and blistered skin over her mark, "Apparently, allowing someone else to touch you sets my skin on fire, and not in a good way" she snarled
His eyebrows rose at the new information. Well, that would certainly complicate things.
"Well, that's your problem, isn't it." He said stiffly crossing his arms over his chest.
Hermione smirked as a rather devious thought struck her; "Maybe, but I'm willing to bet it works both ways…maybe" and she paused dramatically, "I'll go find out."
Just as she turned away from him he grasped her arm and pulled her back roughly against his chest, and brushed his lips against her ear.
"If you allow anyone to touch you, I'll kill them."
The shiver that ran down her spine should have been from fear, but judging from the state of her now drenched knickers, it was something else entirely. She raised her arm and allowed her fingers to thread through the hair at the nape of his neck, as she pressed her backside against him. She could already feel his arousal nestled against her bum, and she let out a soft moan as he tilted her chin upwards and captured her lips with his. One of his arms snaked around her, as he slid his hand over her breast, giving it a small squeeze before gliding down her stomach to find the button of her jeans. When his hand landed on her mark, she gasped as a cool tingling pleasure shot straight to her clit.
"Oh God…" she moaned, writhing under his hand
He seemed to know exactly what she needed as his hand continued south, slipping into her knickers, one of his long slender fingers tracing along her slit as she bucked her hips in response.
"I hate you" she breathed as his fingers slid into her, causing her eyes to flutter shut.
"I know" he whispered against her cheek just before he captured her mouth again in a searing kiss.
Hermione had never come so hard in her life. If it weren't for his arm holding her upright against him, she'd have been a boneless heap on the bathroom floor. It perplexed her then, as awareness returned to her, that she realized he was holding her tightly against him, and leaving light kisses on her neck.
"I'm tired…" she whispered, not wanting to think about what any of it meant.
She felt him nod, and before she knew what was happening, he swept her up in his arms and carried her to his quarters.
AN: Ahhh! I love feisty cock-blocking Hermione. She's my hero.