Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, no profit is being made, this is just for fun

AN: Hey all! I just wanted to mention, that I changed some details for the purposes of this fic regarding the death of Tom's father, and the Gaunt Ring. I'm not going to say anything here, I'll just let you read it, but it was important to this story for me to do it this way…I know it's not canon, so please, just roll with it for the sake of this story. I'll put another AN at the end!

"Are you ready?" he asked

Hermione took a deep breath, and raised her wand before nodding at him and meeting his intense gaze.

She completed the wand movements, and whispered, "Legillimens!"

She felt like she was plunged into a pool of water, surrounded completely in darkness. When she broke the surface, she was staring up at a large mansion. It was dark; the lights on inside of the house were her only source of light. She couldn't decipher the feelings she was experiencing, they seemed to war between longing, disgust, and intense anger. She looked down, and saw Tom's long legs striding towards the house. She could sense that this had been an impulsive decision.

His hand lifted and knocked upon the door. A light on the large porch where he stood flickered on overhead, and she heard footsteps coming to the door.

When the door was wrenched open, Hermione inhaled sharply, staring at the face of the man before her.

Tom Riddle Senior.

Tom was a carbon copy of his father, the only feature taken from his mother were her dark obsidian eyes. Deep blue eyes met her gaze, and the look of shock upon his face quickly morphed into anger. Hermione felt a pang in her chest, and could sense the sharp sting of rejection that Tom felt in that moment.

"What the hell are you doing here?" his father spat, looking down upon Tom in disgust.

"I just-" Tom began before his father interrupted him

"I know who you are, and I'll tell you just the same as I told your crazy bitch of a mother; Stay the hell away from me if you know what's good for you." He spat as he pulled a revolver from his hip and pointed it at Tom's face.

She felt Tom's posture go rigid at the threat he now faced, lifting his hands and beginning to take a step back as his father continued talking.

"Maybe its better this way…I can just be rid of you now, and no one will ever need to know." He said grabbing Tom by the back of his neck and forcing him inside the house, shutting the door behind them.

She could feel Tom's heart beating wildly in his chest, and he was already reaching slowly for his wand while his father seemed to be distracted.

"I had a fiancé before everything happened, did you know that? That crazy bitch from over the hill drugged me, and somehow convinced me to marry her. I was trapped, trapped by her, unable to escape as she slaked her lust over and over again with my body. It wasn't until she got pregnant with you, that she stopped drugging me. She actually believed that I loved her! I should have killed her then, it would have solved this little problem quite neatly, but I suppose I scared her enough that she learned her lesson. She ruined me…My fiancé, the love of my life, left me. Thankfully, your mother died giving birth to you. I had hoped that you had died along with her, but Christ, here you are. Have you come to take the few things I have left? Well, I won't let you…" he said raising the revolver once more, but Tom was faster, and the anger that had been building inside of him during his father's tirade exploded out of him as he hit him with a non-verbal Reducto.

Tom Riddle Senior flew back across the room, hitting the wall so hard that his skull fractured on impact. The last thing he remembered as he looked down at the crumpled body of his father, was his shaking hands as he slid the gold ring with the black stone off of his finger.

Hermione broke eye contact, feeling the bile rising in the back of her throat. Though it was Tom's memory, it had felt like it was happening to her.

When she finally managed to speak, she looked at him and said in a small voice, "He was going to kill you."

Tom's jaw was clenched, and she could see a muscle twitching there as he held back the anger that always swelled in him at that particular memory.

"Yes." He said simply.

"You didn't go there to kill him." Hermione said almost to herself, to confirm what she had just witnessed.

"No, I didn't. Honestly, I don't know what I expected. I wish I never went there that night." he said still studying her.

She was silent for a time, reflecting on everything she had just witnessed when Tom spoke again.

"Your first attempt at Legillimency was successful, however, this was the most basic level. I not only placed the memory I wanted you to see in the forefront of my mind, but I also put up no resistance to your attempt. It will become much more challenging when you have to wade through the chaos to find what you are looking for, as well as to move past the barriers of a resisting subject."

Hermione nodded, focusing once again on Tom's smooth voice. He handed her a piece of chocolate and encouraged her to eat it before they tried again.

"This time, I will enter your mind and choose what I would like to see. Once I have entered your mind, I will project an image or a feeling that you will relate to. Anything associated with those thoughts or feelings will be drawn to the front of your mind, for me to view."

Hermione nodded, feeling a ball of anxiety settle into her stomach.

"Are you ready?"

Hermione nodded, and said a small prayer to anyone who was listening that he wouldn't find anything embarrassing.

He locked eyes with her, and swirled and flicked his wand, saying, "Legillimens!"

He entered her mind easily, and without the distraction of a memory waiting for him to view, he was surprised to see how organized her mind was. He thought about what he wanted to know, and so he asked her mind to show him how she truly felt about him. He knew it was more out of insecurity than anything else, but he needed to know if she trusted him. Her thoughts had begun to bubble towards the surface of her mind, and he followed the string of thoughts. There was an undercurrent of distrust, though as the thoughts progressed, the level of it diminished somewhat to his relief. It was still there, of course, but it seemed she was starting to see him as a separate entity from his counterpart. He found the memory from earlier that day when she had been attacked by Malfoy, and he watched it play out from her perspective. At first, when he saw himself enter the bathroom, her fear had increased. She hadn't been sure if he was going to assist Malfoy or stop him. The feeling that quickly followed was relief when he asked Malfoy to let her go, but the feeling that most piqued his interest was the pulse of desire he felt roll off of her as he watched himself slam Malfoy against the wall by his throat.

Interesting.

He then latched on to the feeling of desire, and was intrigued when he saw more thoughts floating to the front of her mind. He watched another memory of when she entered the common room just a short while ago, and felt the desire pulse through her again as she looked him over while he studied. What he found most interesting was that her strongest feelings of desire for him, occurred when he was in his natural state, and not his polyjuiced form. Surprisingly, her mind had stuck onto Malfoy's crude words, 'I hope the pussy was worth it', and then it was like he won the jackpot; suddenly a torrent of thoughts streamed forward, all of which included him having her in some compromising position. He latched on to one of them, and watched in amusement as he pulled her onto his lap on the couch, kissing her hungrily, and trailing open mouthed kisses down her neck; his fingers grasping her hips as she moaned softly.

Suddenly, he was violently shoved from her mind, and he stared at her in a daze. She was mortified, and clearly livid, as her hand connected with his cheek with a loud smack.

"How dare you! You had no right!" she shouted standing from the couch, crossing her arms over her chest, feeling thoroughly violated.

His hand flew to his cheek where she had slapped him, and he looked at her shock, "I didn't intend-" he started to say before she cut him off.

"Oh, drop the act, that's bullshit, and you know it!" she snapped angrily.

"Look, I only wanted to see how it is that you perceive me. I wanted to know if you truly see me as Tom, or as Lord Voldemort. I had to know. I didn't intend to go that far." He said putting his hands up to calm her.

"Well, you did. Are you happy now that you've thoroughly humiliated me?" She said as she made to storm off to her room, but he caught her arm before she could walk away, and pulled her to him so that his lips were brushing her ear.

"I'm sorry." he whispered

She closed her eyes and clenched her jaw as she caught the light scent of his after shave.

"The reason I didn't stop, was because I…liked it." He admitted, feeling her body trembling against him.

Hermione's breath hitched and another pulse of desire ran through her as he trailed his nose along her cheek and his arm slid around her waist.

"See for yourself that I'm telling you the truth." He said as he lifted her chin so that she would meet his gaze.

Hermione licked her lips, noticing the way his eyes briefly glanced to her mouth, before they met her gaze once more, and she flicked her wand and whispered "Legillimens"

She was in his mind, and focused on his desire for her. Several thoughts began to emerge one, after the other. The first was earlier that day in potion's class when his hand touched the small of her back. He enjoyed the warmth radiating off of her, and caught himself wondering what her skin would feel like beneath his fingertips. The next was a memory of one of the many times he had made her blush in the common room, and with it, the persistent thought that he would like to see what else he could do to make her blush. Hermione latched on to this thought wondering what things he had in mind, when several more thoughts came to her. There was a particularly naughty one of her kneeling in front of him, biting her lip invitingly, as he began to loosen his belt.

Hermione broke eye contact blushing clear to the roots of her hair. His arm tightened around her waist, and his lips brushed the shell of her ear, kissing her lightly.

"Don't fight it." he whispered softly as his lips moved to capture hers.

He kissed her hungrily, and she leaned into him, sighing into his mouth as she moved a hand up to tangle in his hair, her other arm wrapping around his neck. After a few moments, he guided her towards the couch, pulling her onto his lap just like he had in her imagination. She felt his tongue sweep into her mouth, and she sighed in contentment as his hands roamed over her back, sliding further south until she could feel his fingers gripping her hips tightly. He shifted slightly beneath her, never breaking the kiss, lifting her skirt out of the way as he rolled his hips up into hers so that she could feel his arousal through their clothes. She gasped in surprise, and he smirked against her lips as he pulled her hips back down to meet his, encouraging her to move against him in a steady rhythm. He took control of the kiss, lazily flicking his tongue against hers in a teasing motion, and she began to grind against him more insistently as she felt a throbbing need begin to well up inside of her. His hands left her hips and traveled up to cup her breasts, and she moaned into his mouth as his thumbs brushed over the hardened peaks of her nipples through her blouse. He let out a soft groan as his lips moved to her neck, nibbling and sucking on the sensitive spot just below her ear, wanting nothing more than to take her right there on the common room couch.

Hermione had never done anything like this before with anyone, and even though she knew it wasn't proper, she didn't want to stop. She felt a strong need coiling with in her like a snake, and she began to grind herself against him more urgently, chasing the feeling of release that it promised. She raked her fingers through his hair and heard him groan as his lips continued their assault on her neck. She hadn't known when those few buttons of her shirt had come open to reveal her pink lace bra, but Tom's tongue was now tracing the swell of her breast, and she was so close. When his dark eyes met hers as his teeth grazed her nipple through the fabric of her bra, she came; her tensed muscles began to shudder as she felt a powerful sense of release sweep through her causing her to cry out, his name falling from her lips like a prayer. Distantly she heard him hiss as he rolled his hips against hers one final time, and she felt his body tense beneath her with a groan, and then he cursed.

"Fuck."

Hermione looked down at him alarm, worried that she might have done something wrong.

"What is it? Did I do something?" she asked nervously, her face already as red as a cherry.

"I'd say so, you just made me come in my pants." He chuckled, a deep rich baritone that made her body tingle pleasantly.

She bit her lip trying not to laugh, painfully aware that she was still straddling his lap, and climbed off of him awkwardly, fastening the buttons of her blouse.

She didn't know what to say, so she just said the first thing that popped into her head, "So…what happens now?"

"Well, I don't know about you, but I need a shower." He said smirking as he pointedly looked down at his crotch.

Hermione chuckled, blushing again at the reminder of what they had just done, and made her way to her bedroom door before she looked back at him over her shoulder biting her lip to keep herself from grinning like a fool, "Goodnight, Tom."

Lemons! Not full on lemons, mind you, but mini ones. Its a bit too soon for them to jump into the sack, but be patient! I myself enjoy the anticipation! Did you like the chapter? what did you think of the Twist I put in there about Tom's confrontation with his father? (again, not canon, just wanted to mix things up a bit!) Leave me a review! I'm still catching up with those who reviewed chapter 4, so THANK YOU! I will respond personally very soon! xoxo