Author: Brandi Vincent
Disclaimer: This is the sequel to Demon Beneath My Will; I do not own any of J.K. Rowling's characters except for Shane Pompe.
Summary: Tom Riddle has some fun with (sort of) defenseless Hermione. But hey, she's not some pathetic organsm that needs to be saved constantly, mind you! But she feels like she's going crazy more and more he stops by...Pansy attempts to win Draco over, with obvious results, while Hermione is warned to not go to London with Shane a little too late.
~~~Chapter 5: Immortalizing the Moment~~~
Hermione leaned closer to her book, entranced in the story line. Of course she had read White Fang by Jack London many times before, but clarifying the wolf's destination and purpose for being was simply astounding to her. It had been nestled in her suitcase for over four months now, and finally she had the time to reread its many treasures and pages.
For some reason, though, when the natives were naming White Fang the first time, a cold atmosphere covered across the room. An aura melted around her like chilling, icy breath slipping down her spine. What was that familiar feel of death and Goosebumps running along her forearm?
Ignoring it, she went right back to reading the small print, focusing on the book than her room's draft. A brush of feet against her cotton carpet caused her to snap her eyes up towards the door, wondering if Shane had entered in with out warning. No, nobody was there. But the dark figure leaning behind her on the bed was.
Hermione whipped her head around, brushing her hair against his pale, sculpted face, to face who ever was sitting behind her. Eyes growing wide and face flushing white, she gasped slightly and froze in front of him, as Tom only cackled. He threw his head back and laughed with a rich texture, then turned up right to face her with an evil, luring beam.
"You think you'd be safe here of all places? Dumbledore can't stop me, you of all people should know that!" He told her, bushing a few hair strands out of her face as she leaned back, crawling back to the end of the post with her hands, still facing him. Gulping, she stared deeply into his blank black eyes with fright. How did he get in here? She thought, then mentally slapping herself. No brainer, he's Voldemort.
"Where are you going?" He asked softly, still hinting a tint of sex and shadow in his tone. "You're never safe, mudblood. All starting with me." Someone began banging on the door loudly, jiggling the gold knob and shouting a muffled curse and threat. Still throttling at the oak door, Tom scooted forward on hands and knees with a deep look of unfulfilled satisfaction and hunger in his eyes, face now blank and unreadable.
"Go away!" Hermione managed to choke, attempting to stand up on her wobbly legs. She held onto the post in a tight grip, standing up with much effort; never taking her terrified eyes off of the first death eater. He pouted a false puppy dog look, still crawling forward on his knuckles.
"I suggest you silence now, it won't do you any good," he informed her as she stumbled to the shaking door, scooting back slowly as for him to not make any sudden movements that may inflict pain. As she jumped towards the doorknob in one big leap, he vapperated in front of her with a smug smirk planted on his face.
"Boo," he stated, shocking her. She stumbled backwards and tripped on top of the bed, back stiff from fear. He chuckled and apperated back in front of her, climbing on top of her as she scooted away on her back towards her pillows, hoping Draco or Shane or anybody would barge in at that very moment. Why did she have to lock that damn door? This is NOT what I planned on doing tonight, she thought, an eerie feel of anger washing over her. She knew what he had in mind, but why, she couldn't figure out. He wanted to brake her sweet, kindled virginity.
"Go away, you pervert!" She shouted, leaning far away as she could from him. Oh yea, telling him to go away is really going to help on my part, Hermione, she thought bitterly, attempting to kick him away before he dodged it.
"You didn't say the magic word..." Tom whispered, leaning down on top of her tender body. Everything Draco and Dumbledore had taught her about swordplay and self-defense escaped her in one huge wave, but her anger and fear didn't.
"You mean 'fuck you?'" She hissed between clenched teeth, balling a shaking, red fist and swinging it at his perfectly molded features. He caught it with out sweating a bead and pulled it behind her thick locks of brunette hair, clutching her other forearm before she could think to do anything with it. He squeezed her quivering legs between his tough knees, holding any action or movement in the palm of his pale hand.
"Something like that," he grinned, licking his chops hungrily, staring down at her with starved eyes. Not for food, for something much more bare and full of flesh. He tackled her unguarded forehead down with his own, slamming her back down to the mattress. She cursed in pain and squeezed her eyes shut on accident, leaving any other body part in his will.
He smashed his lips down on her bare neck and flickered his slick tongue across her throat, chuckling deep beneath his Adams apple. He slithered it up her chin, full of motivation as Hermione tried writhing out of his grip, but to no avail. She kept her eyes closed, figuring she might as well let him have his way so he can leave satisfied and hopefully never return unless to say he forgot his jacket.
He pressed his cold, luscious lips down on her own, forcing his tongue inside and slithering it about a little more like a serpent. Searching every savor and tissue inside of it, he stuck it further down her throat with satisfaction, cutting her breath short for a moment.
Ok, what am I doing? I can't let him do this, not with my body, Hermione thought with flaring eyes, bucking her hips to get out of this oddly comfortable position he held her in. It only turned him on more, since he roused his own hips in a swaying motion a top of her bucked ones, a rather large bulge bumping against her covered orifice. Some where deep inside her pelvis, she was slightly aroused by this forbidden foreplay. It was a shame how hormones took over a situation so quickly without question.
"I have a very wicked feeling you're going to enjoy this," he whispered in her ear, daring her to play along in his sexual game.
"I have a very wicked feeling you're going to be interrupted," Hermione hissed back after a moment, ignoring whatever her hormones had say in this, also daring him to question her. Her eyes glazed over with pure venom, sneering devilishly.
His brow furrowed for a slight second, then cleared up again in a full desire of lust, "What makes you think that?" He whispered, breathing down her neck, causing a shiver down it.
"Because Shane has stopped banging on the door. He either went to get help or find something to unlock it or brake it down," Hermione huffed back, inhaling and exhaling deeply. He curled his lips into a grin and trailed his fingers lightly across her abdomen, making little invisible circles with his pointer finger as his other strong hand held both her wrists in a tight grip. He trailed his fingers across her chest and down her stomach gently, having a better affect on her than before.
"Then I better get this over with quickly," he replied in a deep, rapturous voice, reaching her clothed lower body. He wouldn't have time; he had to reschedule.
Besides, he thought reluctantly, I was only having do with playing with the boy's and the virgin's minds. It was fun while it lasted, even if I never get anywhere besides her lips each time. He pulled his hand back regretfully, and sat up right on top of her waist, staring down at her with big black pools.
"Well, this has become awkwardly annoying. No matter, though. Next time I'll have a little more time and no unplanned surprises, let's hope," he purred, disappearing in his own aura of evil. She sat up right quickly, scrambling to the bed post to steady herself.
Glad I got that out of my way, she thought bitterly, clutching the post and leaning against it, closing her eyes again and sighing.
Tom Riddle reappeared and leaned down towards her, smirking from her blinded vision from him. Her forehead damp, he brushed his lips onto her cheek and leaned forward to her ear.
"Good-bye, my kitten," he whispered in sexual tension, then disappearing again before she could see who was who and why.
"Fuck, I'm not going to like the rest of this year," she muttered out loud, cringing and standing up on her wobbly legs, buckling her knees together.
"Hermione?" Shane shouted through the door, banging on it a few times more hopelessly. Slowly, she made her way towards the oaken door and unlocked it with much success, then leaning against the cold, reassuring wall. He slammed open the door and stepped inside, Draco following, right on his tail.
"Where is she? Where is he? What happened?" Draco questioned accusingly all in one huge rush, shoving past Shane and turning to Hermione quickly. She didn't seem hurt, but a little disturbed and confused. Something had to be done, her own little mystery had to be uncovered. And it all started with HIM. She had to see Tom Riddle again.
"I'm fine," Hermione reassured him, looking up to him and Shane, "But what I'm not fine about is why you didn't come sooner!"
"I was looking all over for him. Luckily, I found him in the Slytherin common room. What an unlikely place," Shane stated, feeling a bit dense.
"What did he do to her?!" Draco screeched, grabbing Shane by his collar and throttling him uncontrollably.
"I was in the common room when he went in!" Shane claimed, voice shaky from Draco.
"Both of you, calm down, okay?" Hermione shouted, stopping them from just that, "Tom Riddle wants me; well, he wants to have sex with me. Why, I still don't know. But I'll figure out one way or another." Shane hesitated and gulped silently, edgy from what was happening. He knew why Tom Riddle wanted to brake her virginity or another of pure Slytherin blood, but he wasn't going to blab it anytime soon. Why he wasn't in Slytherin also caught him dumfounded, but there was a reason for everything he supposed. He'll let Hermione figure it out and hopefully not be seen as the bad guy in the situation.
"Sex, with you?! Trying before I can? That lousy, son of a-"
"No! I don't think any Slytherin should at this time. We'll have to see what happens," Shane interrupted Draco, staring at Hermione, "Fight it, if you must. If he wants to do what he wants to do, he must have something up his sleeve. It could lead to destruction."
"So, you're saying I can't have any intercourse with her until we're for sure what's going on?" Draco snapped at Shane, balling his fists tightly, pinching his palms with his nails to let out blood.
"Like you'd get far," Shane muttered, looking about innocently. Hermione shook her head and looked down, catching something in the corner of her eye. She snapped her head back up, away from the arguing pair. Had she seen Tom Riddle again, or was it just her imagination. She had a feeling that if he continues his little mind games, she might go insane.
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"Fuck, fuck, fuck a duck. Screw a kangaroo. Bang, bang an orangutan. Orgy at the zoo," Draco sang under his breath, passing Pansy and his old goons as he carried his suitcases in both hands. Pansy was going, now that was a shocker. Crabbe and Goyle weren't, if that wasn't a surprise. This will be hell, Draco thought sourly as Pansy trailed behind him cheerfully. Does she think she can win me back, if there was anything at all to win?
"Dracy!" She screeched with joy, catching up with him as he groaned, "Can you believe we'll have the entire two weeks by ourselves in London?! I am SO happy! We'll have SUCH a romantic time! I'm sure we'll fall in love again on a star lit night at a cafe with candles lit! Oh, that is like, so cute! Besides those stupid, brainless muggles, it will be perfect, don't you think?" Obviously, it was oblivious to her that she had stormed off just the other day since the faulty insults he had given her were lovelorned and a threat to her stupidity.
"Go away, now," Draco demanded through grinding teeth, gripping his suitcases handle more tightly as it began to get hot and sweaty.
"You're still goggling over that mudblood, aren't you?" Pansy questioned, getting a little too close by his side. They exited the Slytherin common room with the pack of Slytherins going to London and down the dark tower.
"Don't call her that," he hissed in a low, venomous voice, glaring a burning hole through her.
"But you used to! You always used to call her a mudblood because that's what she is! A filthy, revolting mudblood!" She defended as other Slytherin girls stared and whispered to each other.
Draco hesitated, because he knew the ignorant twit was right. He was a stupid bastard when he was little, and the fact that he used to hang out with this idiot made it clearer. He didn't deny he hated her when he was younger, though did deny that he would have liked her if Dumbledore hadn't switched up the families. "I know, because I was an idiot. I grew out of that, but it seems you never will," he stated, moving along to lose her in the crowd of students.
"Dracy! Come back!" She screeched, waving her hands in the air as more students giggled to themselves and pointed at her. I will never lose her; she keeps appearing and appearing that I want to strangle myself! He thought, thinking that if he had another encounter with that airhead he might lose it. Everyone still hadn't gotten rid of the thought of Draco losing to Head Boy, Shane Pompe, in a duel, since random Slytherins kept walking up to him and asking him about it. Mainly the ones that hadn't seen the fight. He either ignored them or acted like it was just he in the hallway, got an attitude problem with them and snapped, or just stated the simple 'yes'.
He kept having the idea of kicking Dumbledore in the ass the next time he saw him, since Dumbledore sure as hell wasn't making a big enough effort to keep Hermione safe from Tom Riddle. Also Shane, for being a pretty boy and...Well, annoying. Dumbledore had told them to lay low for a little while and avoid being alone; especially Hermione.
The pack of Slytherins bobbed their way down the many staircases and passed the Main Hall, Professor Snape informing them along the way to quiet down as they passed the classrooms that had teaching in progress. If it were possible, he'd wager that Pansy was going to be up to something some time soon.
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"-due to the lack of the cities funding, I doubt we will be experiencing anything new from the curriculum of this trip to London. More over of what Hogwarts is willing to give at our expenses for the two weeks there-" was all Hermione heard from Shane due to her lack of attention. She still had her mind on Tom Riddle, and the fact that everyone seemed okie-dokie with the matter flamed the fires of her soul. She wasn't one for attention and pity, but she wanted at least some one to care that she was getting raped (more of seduced) by the younger and more handsome version of Voldemort!
When she thought of Voldemort seducing her it made her want to throw up out of her nose, but Tom's face was much more agreeable. Draco seemed to care, though, and had much envy over Tom Riddle's nearness to Hermione's body, still maintaining a burning hatred as well.
And Shane seemed to talk on and on forever! When you give him a subject to discuss about, he won't end the conversation, even when he suspects you're not listening! How is that humanly possible for a boy to have such a strong conviction for intelligent talk? All the same, Hermione kept walking by his side and nodding up at him, every so often glancing at him to keep him thinking she cared.
"Don't you think, Hermione?" He asked, looking down at her thoughtfully and losing her train of thought.
"Um, excuse me?" She begged pardon, shaking her head a little and stared up into his big, sea blue eyes. (Ok, so I forgot what color eyes he had. - Brandi) They were so beautiful, intelligent, and most of all, charming. Everything about him was so beautiful and charming it seemed immortal. How he got such intelligence was beyond her imagination, and he was surely enough a true Ravenclaw.
"How animals have such a more widely expansion of freedom than humans," he answered with a melt in your mouth smile.
Ok, Hermione, she thought in exhaustion, I love Draco, I sort of like Shane, and I hate Tom Riddle but he is pretty damn sexy. Anyone else we can throw in the circle? Harry and Ron? Let me see here...well, Ron has been hitting on me a lot more than usual, though backing off a bit when Draco enters the room. That's it, I can't take this stupid love circle! I'm going to lose it sooner or later...
"Of course, hence the fact we limit their surroundings year after year, they seem to maintain a free will. Guess it's how you look at it, though," she replied as a matter-of-factly, almost melting in his smile. I hate my life, she thought monotone, smiling right back up at him. Fuck I hate it, gees, I was able to handle Draco and Shane, but Tom Riddle forcing sex on me is becoming way too much. Gawd damn it.
"True, and it was predicted by the Mayans that the world will end 2013, which is highly capable of happening since they predicted a lot of matters that came true later on. I think we will all kill each other by greed and hate. Don't you ever wonder if this wasn't the first earth to be? Like there were millions before us, and we're just another one about to be destroyed again? Like repeating history, and that aliens are just we from the future coming back to laugh at us or study us when we were in this stage of evolution? Anyway, I think that this is going to happen to the animals first, or possibly just we. Global warming is increasing by the year, and unless we stop the world from decaying and the hate and turmoil between other countries, we are doomed. People make it this way, and people will destroy this world all over again. It is horrible, yet true."
See? He does talk a lot, Hermione thought, yet still listening. She wasn't paying attention that much, so she just nodded and agreed. A lot of what he has to say is an intelligent assumption, but she could care less. Her life is doomed anyway, no room to worry about humanity.
"Oh, hello Shane and Hermione," Professor Figgs walked out from behind a corridor wall and began walking with them, in the direction of front gate. They all held their luggage in both hands, same as Professor Figgs since she was tagging along to London too.
"Good evening, Professor Figgs," Shane greeted; being a head or two taller than the girls he had to look down.
"You wouldn't believe the hell I went through finding all of the useless crap I needed and store them in my suitcases. So that means I had to try and fit my entire room into this crappy suitcase," she laughed a little, straight black hair falling in front of her oval shaped glasses. She was pretty, for a middle-aged woman.
"Same here. A woman's room is like her purse, it is merely impossible to find something in it in less than two minutes," Hermione agreed as they cornered off down the corridor and stippled down the long, marble staircases.
They passed the Main Hall and paced to the front gate, where most of the 7th years were waiting from each house. Surprising how many people managed to hold a steady balance of good grades for the past two or three weeks. Right away she spotted Draco's blonde, slicked back hair leaning against the wall yet still in the crowd. A huge shock, Harry and Ron were chatting in the crowd as well, expressions seeming as though it was Christmas Eve. They were in the hall that lead outside of Hogwarts, about to endure in yet another escapade to terror.
"Ok, 7th years," Professor Lupin shouted, attracting everyone's attention, "I'm going to call role call for all who got to go on this trip, so when you hear your name just scream here and start waving your hands in the air like a lunatic so I won't miss you. And no calling for other people, either!" Due to their respect for Professor Lupin, most of everyone quieted down a little and spoke in indoor voices.
As he began role calling, Hermione heard someone whispered her name from behind. She whirred around in an instant, hoping it wasn't who she thought it was. To her relief, it wasn't, but the intolerable Cheshire cat entitled James. "Hermione! I need to tell you something!" He exclaimed from the painting of an angry little girl.
"Bad kitty! Bad kitty!" The little girl in the red polka dotted dress exclaimed, whacking James' head with her sparkly red right shoe.
"Ouch! Quit it or this kitty's foot is going to end up in your-"
"James, what do you want?" Hermione whispered, shuddering to the use of the word 'kitty'. Tom Riddle always used that pet name for her and claimed her his; it made her feel innocent and helpless whenever he would call her that and she hated it.
"Well, if this demon child would seize to whack me with her fu-"
"I'll be over there, ok?" Hermione rolled her eyes, interrupting him before he could curse again. He was having a little trouble getting away, since the little blonde girl seemed to like whacking him with her slipper. Shane was busy yapping away with Professor Figgs, who seemed to enjoy him talking to her more than Hermione did. She's only on stage one; by time he never shuts up for about ten minutes, she'll surely grow weary. And there's no way out of a conversation with Shane, especially when the boy is excited. He talked most when he was excited, or maybe that was the only time when he did. She ducked away and made sure no one followed her, then crept down the corridor far enough for their voices to be muffled and faint.
After a few moments, James jumped to the portrait of one thousand fluffy bunnies and in front of Hermione, seeming a bit winded even for a painting.
"I tell you, no painting in their right mind would want to go near that treacherous little devil! Now, to what I was saying..." James looked around, feeling a bit uncomfortable in the fields of silent, hopping rabbits. It was cute, but eerie in a way. They kept hopping and twitching their noses and hopping and so on. It got creepy after a while. The bright, gleaming sun and crystal blue sky with the one pine tree added a bit of loneliness to the affect. "Um, I think I'll go over there..." He jumped over to a portrait next to it of a shadowed black horse and headless horseman sheaving a long sword. It began galloping over to him in a fashionable speed.
"Is there no escape!" James screeched, jumping back over to the silent, hopping white bunnies. That made Hermione think of whom the hell made so many portraits for such a huge castle. James was included apart of the madness, but some others were just pointless or...scary.
"Will you get on with what you were saying? Professor Lupin might mark me absent!" Hermione snapped, stomping a foot in frustration.
"Oh, right," James scrambled for the words, snapping his furry fingers and looking about, closing his eyes and massaging his forehead while still snapping his fingers. Mumbling to himself, Hermione tapped her boot impatiently and sighed. "Okay, I remember now! That red shoe has done me for life, is all. I over heard something dreadful being said!"
"How dreadful?"
"Oh, it could scar you for life! Well, it did me. Actually, a lot of things scar me for life. Like that one time at Marge's bachelor party, even though she wasn't getting married! Go figure! Actually, she wasn't exactly on the sane line, either, but you can't fix every tool shed! Anyway, she and the poker playing pug were trying to find a diamond ring, which must have been her wedding ring if she had been engaged. But the important thing was that I had my nickel! I named that nickel Bob even though it was a girl nickel.... Where was I? Oh yes, the ceremony was darling, I don't quite think she was getting married, though, and so the diamond ring was lost-"
"Is this pointless tale going anywhere? Get on with why you called me over here, James!" Hermione snapped, crossing her arms.
"No need to get touchy. I wonder where Bob is...I think that demon girl has it! Ok, I can see by the look of you that you don't care, so I'll just say that Tom Riddle is planning on-"
"Hermione, they're we have to go!" Shane shouted, poking his head over the side of the wall.
"My gawd that was pointless!" Hermione exclaimed to James, rolling her eyes and storming over to Shane and the rest of the crowd.
"Wait, Hermione! You can't!" He tried running into another portrait, then tripped over a fluffy white bunny. "Drat! Wait, you can't go with him! He's evil! He's going to lure you into Voldemort's grip! All will be doomed! WAIT!" By that time, she had run off with Shane and the others to go into the carriages. James stumbled up and kicked the rabbit out of his way, looking mournfully to where Hermione had vanished off.
"Oh, twiddle sticks..."
~~~TBC~~~
Chapter Six of Damned Eyes: DO I EVER GET ON WITH IT?!?! Now I write too much, at least for the people with a narrow selection or mind to comprehend a plot. A plot, people! Pay attention or it'll blow away like ashes! Oh yea, anyway, ok, THIS time they go to London, I hope (I really really do), and Draco and Hermione (as much as I hate to say this, but) smut. Though I hardly feel like uploading this, I suppose it's better to write for what I want, not what other people expect or demand.
BrAnDi's Note (go on, read I DARE you, it's only long because I was REALLY bored and started talking to myself): As much as I write is as much as I'm preparing. Preparing for what? You'll see. A big Brandi balloozzaa! (I'm not really conceited, literally, but it's much better than saying author's note, no? It'll catch on; just you wait.) Ok, how many people have been on for a year or longer?! Come on, tell me? Well it is yet ANOTHER fanfiction of Brandi's that will drive you mad! Do you dare read it when it is uploaded?!? DM/HG, my anniversary for my account is coming up this month, and I really want to do something special for it. I know it sounds silly, but I just don't want to disappoint myself, or at least my past self...I don't know, I feel I have to do something important, write a good fanfiction, then I'll be satisfied. Well, check how long I've been on, and that's the date when I'm going to upload it. But who cares? I know I don't. Anyway, to what's her name that said she didn't like this sequel sine there wasn't a lot of smut, I totally agree. Because, omg, NEWSFLASH!!! It's not forbidden anymore! Their love isn't forbidden since, obviously, they are...hmm...well, intimate. Hell, what am I saying?! They haven't even had sex yet! Tom Riddle has a better chance! Well, the fact they aren't traveling the country may have something to do with it too. Also the fact that they're in different common rooms. Draco is still arrogant and all, but not as blah blah with Hermione. So really, ALL you were saying is that this has been a disappointment since there hasn't been as much smut crap. You were demanding sex! Okay, check the rating, this isn't NC-17, and even if NC-17 had been up, it wouldn't be in it. Draco and Hermione also haven't had the time to do anything too intimate. Ah, crapamoly! Madonna's new song is on! Good song, techno and her music video was very good. I love techno, anyway, got side tracked! Anyway, Shane is a nice guy sort of now that we got that little scene at the end of chapter four. I sort of like Shane, he's just...being used. But you can hate him, be my guest! Anyway, I sort of love this one a lot more than Demon Beneath My Will, since it has hmm...PLOT. I need plot, it's a huge priority with me. Ok, now I'm just writing this author's note because I'm really bored. I have nothing better to do. Well, thanks for your question to be answered anyway, even if I won't take your....uhhhh....advice, yea....Shit, got to write Thoughtless next chapter now. Guess what?!? I'm a huge poseur, evidently, because one I hate school and two I like The Cure. Go figure. But anyone who likes (shudders) Avril Lavigne is a definite poseur, so don't even say anything! But who is saying I care? I'm gonna go watch The Simpsons now. It's not enough to want a cracker, you have to earn it!- Homer.