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Who Would Have Thought

Chapter 11

Hermione stormed up to her room that night in a fit of rage that could easily match Tom's worst. She walked up stairs and threw herself on her bed wondering what had possessed her to even think about going over to try and make things up with Tom. He was a heartless bastard that cared about himself and no one else, if she had it her way she would never have to see him again. The only problem with her plan was that she had to meet him tomorrow night.

She had almost forgotten about writing that letter telling him that she wanted to meet him and try and make things up with him. She had written that letter hopping not to need it but something had made her send the letter and it was probably already in his grimy hands. She desperately wanted to ignore it and pretend that someone else had written it seeing that she didn't sign her name, but she knew that she had to do it so that Tom wouldn't take another innocent life because of her. Hermione stormed up to her room that night in a fight of rage that could easily match that of Tom's. She walked up stairs and threw herself on her bed wondering what had possessed her to even think about going over to try and make things up with Tom. He was a heartless bastard that cared about himself and no one else, if she had it her way she would never have to see him again. The only problem with her plan was that she had to meet him tomorrow night.

She had almost forgot about writing that letter telling him that she wanted to meet him and try and make things up with him. She had written that letter hopping not to need it but something had made her send the letter and it was probably already in his grimy hands. She desperately wanted to ignore it and pretend that someone else had written it seeing that she didn't sign her name, but she knew that she had to do it so that Tom wouldn't take another innocent life because of her.

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Hermione woke up the next morning to see the sunshine flooding onto her bedspread and she could help but smile as she stretched carelessly in her bed. She was about to go and take a nice long shower then head down to a large breakfast before she headed off to classes for the day when she looked over at her clock that read 10:35. She stretched one more time before yelling and jumping off her bed in shock.

"10:35? That can't be right! I have classes at 8:05... SHIT!!" She yelled before running to hop in the shower and get dressed before throwing her hair in a messy bun and running out the door.

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Tom had woken up much later then he intended to, but not so much that he was going to be late. He slowly stood up from his four poster bed and walked sluggishly to the bath room shedding clothes with ever step before turning on the shower. He stood looking at himself in the mirror at his well toned body for a few minutes before he slipped his green plaid boxers down his hips and got into the shower.

"SHIT!!!" He yelled after clambering into the shower. "Where the hell is all the hot water?!"

He was forced to take a cold shower due to the fact that his roommates had taken all the hot water before he had gotten the chance. Once he was finished with is brisk shower he dressed and fixed his hair in its normal way before giving himself the once over and decided he was ready to go.

He walked down to breakfast on his own but he was sure that there was a pair of girls following him down to the Great Hall. He could hear them giggling over his shoulder and felt the need to mess with them a little before going to breakfast.

"Haven't I seen you two before?" Tom asked as he turned around to look at the girls.

"I sure hope so." The brunette piped up.

"So your in Hufflepuff right?" he questioned nodding to the emblem on their robes.

"Yeah." The girl replied before giggling again.

"So what are you doing roaming through the halls at this time of the morning? Shouldn't you be having breakfast?"

"Yeah, but what about you, you aren't in there either?" the other girl squeaked.

"I'm a prefect and a 7th year, giving me the privilege to do such." He replied. "What year may I ask are you in?"

"4th."

"~Ah young blood, all the more fun!~" Tom thought to himself.

"Looking for trouble then?" he inquired walking closer to them with every word. "Someone could take advantage of two beautiful girls walking all alone in the halls, especially with this empty classroom so close."

With every steep he took he slowly pushed them into to classroom. There giggling had stopped almost the second that he had closed the door to the room and he could see panic written all over their faces. This is what he lived for he thought as a smirk wiped over his features.

"You will of course know Brigitte my ex-girlfriend?"

Silence.

"Well it has been so long since I have seen her, and I get lonely you know?"

The girls were plastered against the wall not daring to move a muscle. They were staring at him as thought he were a crazed killer that had found his next victim. He was still walking toward them but they had no way to get back any further.

"What is the matter?" he asked with mock concern. "You looked so happy to see me a while ago and now you look like you just saw a murder."

Tom was now right in front of both of them grinning inwardly to himself as he slowly reached up to place his hands on the wall on either side of them. Just then someone came in to the girls' relief and made him turn around pulling his arms away giving the girls time to run past who ever was in the doorway and down the hall.

"What the hell was that?" Serico asked as he walked the rest of the way in.

"I was giving two girls something to talk about at breakfast." He smirked "What do you need?"

"I was coming to find you cause it is time for class."

"And you honestly think that I would care if I was late for class?" Tom questioned.

"Obviously not." Sercio mumbled under his breath as he made his way out the door.

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Hemione made it to Potions just as the tardy bell was ringing.

"You late Miss. Grant." Professor Schwartz informed.

"Yes sir." She replied taking her seat next to Michelle and Katie.

She hated Professor Schwartz almost as much as she hated Snape. There must have been something about the job of being potions master that you had to be evil.

"Miss Grant could you kindly tell us what the Polyjuice Potion is used for?" He inquired.

Oh she hated having to have the last name of Grant, why couldn't she have thought of something more original.

"Miss Grant?" Schwartz repeated "Kindly pay attention and tell me what the Polyjuice potion is used for."

"~Polyjuice Potion, they are just learning about that?~" she thought to herself.

"It is used to make the drinker take the form of another for one hour." She answered.

"~that will show him!~" she thought smirking inwardly to herself.

"Yes well that is correct, but I would prefer that you pay attention and not make me repeat my self!" Schwartz replied.

The rest of class was quite uneventful; she was constantly checking the clock to see how much more of class there was. She had finished her potion well before all the others and had it boiling quietly in front of her. Finally after what felt like hours the bell rang for lunch.

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"What was wrong with you in Potions today?" Katie asked when they found their seats in the great hall.

"What do you mean?" Hermione replied not really listening.

"You looked like you weren't even there." She pointed out "is something bothering you?"

"No." she answered very unconvincingly. "I just have a lot of work to get done and I was thinking about it."

"Come on Herm," Michelle began. "You know that stunt doesn't work with us anymore."

"Good," Hermione retorted as she rose from her seat. "Then that is one place that you won't have to look for me in."

Hermione walked out the door without so much as a backwards glance at the bewildered girls staring open-mouthed at her. She knew that she shouldn't have treated them like that, after all they were only trying to be good friends. The thing was that she just didn't feel like talking to anyone, she wanted to curl up in a corner until she could think of what to do about Tom.

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Tom was pacing the length of the room waiting for 9 o'clock to roll around. He was so sure that it had been Brigitte that had written the note, but when he 'asked' her about it at lunch she had a bewildered look on her face. Of course she could have been lying about it but there was something about the way she was looking at him that made him think other wise. Now he was completely confused about who could have written him the note. (A/N= Guys are so clueless ; ) )

Finally after what seemed like forever he decided that he could go down and not have it be too early or too late and of course, never on time. He didn't want to seem to eager about meeting her but yet he didn't want to be so late that she thought he had no respect for promptness. All together coming up with a good time to go took so long that it almost made him late. However he made it in what he would call "on time" and was only a few feet from the door when he stopped.

"~What the hell am I doing?~" Tom thought. "~I don't even know who this girl is and I'm freezing up? The hell with that!~" and pushed the door open.

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"~What the hell am I doing?~" Hermione thought to herself as she laid on the bed starring at the canopy of her four poster. "~I'm actually thinking about going to make up with VOLDERMORT! Why did I have to write that stupid letter in the first place?~"

Hermione had been lying in her bed for the last three hours; all the afternoon classes had been cancelled due to an emergency meeting by Dippet that turned out to be nothing more then him misplacing his wand. All the students took full advantage of the free time to sit outside and breath before they had to bury themselves under books that night. Hermione on the other hand dedicated the free time to beat herself up about what to do with Tom.

She had skipped dinner that night and had refused to talk to Katie and Michelle, let alone let then into her room. Hermione knew that she was being childish about the whole affair but she just couldn't bring herself to let it go. As 9 o'clock slowly crept up on her she had decided that she might as well go and see him even if all it would be was yelling at least she could let it out. On top of that, she had said that she was going to be there and she wasn't going to give him the pleasure of knowing that she had backed down.

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Hermione made her way down the stone corridors, questioning if she had made the right decision about coming. The walk to the tower seemed to last forever and yet she hadn't come across a single person. Hermione secretly wished that she would run into someone that would tell her that she had to go and do something, but nothing came. Finally after much debating within herself, she had come to the door and ruefully pushed it open.

Hermione arrived in the tower right as a clock chimed nine somewhere in the distance. She walked in expecting to see Tom leaning impatiently on the wall ready to ask her where she had been. Instead she came in to find nothing but the cold gray stone and sparkling white stars outside. It was a beautiful evening without a cloud in sight making it easy to see every individual star. The only problem was that once the door opened again all the beauty became irrelevant.

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Tom walked up the stairs late as usual, but not caring any more then when it was for classes. He knew that whoever it was would wait for him, or at least every other girl that had liked him had waited. Then again this girl wasn't like the others from what he could tell from the letter, then again that is what had intrigued him in the first place.

He eventually found himself standing in front of the door to the astronomy tower. As soon as he got there he placed his hand on the door and threw it open revealing a startled girl standing by the window.

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Hermione's first thought was to just walk past him and act like she had no idea why he was here and didn't know anything about a letter. She already had taken her first step towards the door when she noticed something about him. For once she actually understood why so many girls flocked to his side anytime he was within a corridor of them. He was gorgeous.

He stood against the stone doorway with his hair blowing gently in the cool breeze; his eyes sparkled against the soft moonlight. She could clearly see every toned muscle under his thin undershirt and was amazed at how welcoming his arms seemed. The only problem was that she knew the moment he opened his mouth everything that had seemed so appealing would vanish

into thin air. He would go back to being the snobby self conceded bastard that she hated so much.

"~So much for dreaming.~" Hermione thought to herself.

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Tom stared at the girl as if she were some foreign object that he had never seen before. There was something about her that seemed so different and appealing to him. He had come that night with every intention of telling whoever was up here to never write what was in that letter again and that they had better leave him alone. Once he opened the door and saw who it was, all his intentions were no more then a thought. There were so many different thoughts going through his head that he could barely remember why he was even up there in the first place.

"Why are you looking at my like that?" the girl asked.

"What?" Tom questioned after he was pulled back to reality and remembered who he was looking at and why he was in the astronomy tower that late at night.

"I asked why you are staring at me?" Hermione repeated.

"What the hell are you talking about? You are the one that asked me to come up here."

"Yeah I asked you up here but I didn't ask for you to stare at me like that." Hermione answered.

"I can do whatever I damn well please!" Tom told her as he started to walk over to where she was rooted to the floor.

Once he started to walk over to her something clicked in Hermione's head. She remembered why she was there and what she had to do to for Sercio. She had to get on Tom's good side and she had to do it fast, if not for Sercio then for herself. Her mind flashed back to the last time she was alone with Tom and had ticked him off, he had started to advance on her and it was all down hill from there, she wasn't going to let that happen again.

"Your right." Hermione answered as she began walking towards him causing him to stop dead in his tracks. "You can do whatever you damn well please,"

Hermione was speaking so softly that if she had not been that close to him then he wouldn't have been able to hear her. Although as it was, she was pressing him up against the wall with her body and was leaning in so that her cheek rested lightly on his as she whispered in his ear.

Tom could feel her warm breath playing gently on his ear as she spoke. He cold feel every curve in her body as she pressed him against the stone cold wall. This was not how it was supposed to be, he was supposed to be telling her what to do and pressing her into the wall. HE felt like he was losing his control on her, but the strange thing was, he liked it.

Hermione began letting her hand roam freely down his body as she whispered softly in his ear. With each word her hand drifted further and further down his body until she stopped at a bulge under his slacks.

"If" she said slowly drawing patterns on his pants "you" she looked up not his deep blue eyes "win" she finished squeezing him as she said the word before she walked swiftly out the door.

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