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Author's note: This is not a good chapter. This is not a good chapter. This is not a good chapter. But you should read it anyway, since it brings the story forward.

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Chapter 6 – Tom Riddle Jr.

When Christmas had passed, they were officially an item and had moved together in a double room at Hogwarts.

Strange things had begun to happen. In the Daily Prophet they could read about a lot of strange things, which reminded Hermione of the time when Voldemort was in power. But he couldn't be, right? She had seen him be defeated, with her own eyes. He was gone.

"Do you want to go on a trip to Hogsmeade on Valentine's Day?" Draco asked suddenly one morning. "Only you and me."

Hermione stuck her head out of the bathroom.

"What about the lessons?"

"Well love, in the evening of course."

"Yeah, sure. I'd love to!"

So, on Valentine's day, about a month later, she was wandering around in Hogsmeade with Draco's arm around her waist.

"Would you like to go up to the hill and watch the stars?" he asked. "The weather is really nice."

"Sure."

They climbed upwards and took a seat at the top. Hermione looked amazingly into the night sky.

"Like it, darling?" Draco wondered.

"It's beautiful!" she said breathlessly.

"I've got something I'd like to give to you." He whispered.

She turned to face him. He took a small, black box out of his pocket. Hermione's heart was beating harder than ever. (A/N Well that may be an exaggeration, I think her heart had been beating pretty hard before, like when Harry died and You-know-who was defeated, but whatever...) Draco opened the box. Inside was a beautiful ring with a diamond, which glittered in the star light.

"Will you marry me?" He whispered.

A tear of joy made its way down her cheek.

"Yes" she whispered. "I... I love you..."

He put the ring on her finger, where it fitted perfectly.

"I love you too." He whispered and kissed her.

It was like fireworks exploded inside her. She felt like it was the first time she had ever been kissed. She had never been kissed like that before...

They was lying on the hill, everything was just so perfect. Suddenly she felt a freezing puff, which made her shiver.

"What's wrong, sweetie?" Draco mumbled.

"Something... or someone is here..." she whispered.

"No, darling, it's only you and me..."

Hermione sat up quickly.

"Seriously, Draco. C'mon, let's go."

He got onto his feet and followed her down the hill, still holding her hand. Then suddenly a shadow appeared in front of them. The person stepped out of the shadows. He was very pale, with long, thin arms.

She had seen this man before... or someone who looked very much alike him. This man was like a younger copy...

"V-v-voldemort!" she whispered in Draco's ear.

Draco took instinctively a step forwards, like he wanted to protect Hermione.

"Not Voldemort, unforetunately." The pale man hissed. "I call myself Tom Riddle Jr. I've come to have revenge on my father's behalf..."

"What are you talking about?" Draco said.

"Don't ask me what I'm talking about, betrayer! You and the mudblood... filthy little mudblood..."

"Hermione, run!" Draco whispered while he took his wand out.

"No, Draco, you can't... you mustn't..."

"Run!"

He pushed her a couple of meters away. She started to run, but tripped and landed on the ground. She looked up, just in time to see Draco and Tom raise their wands.

It was just like that day about two years ago. A red flash was shot out of each of the two wands. The two flashes united in the middle of the air and turned into a huge sphere. Not again... not now... not Carmina Tartum... not Draco! She didn't want to experience this again! It was exactly like that horrible day, but it wasn't Harry, it was Draco, the love of her life. And he wasn't fighting against Voldemort, he was fighting against his son. She really didn't care about Tom Riddle Jr.; all she wished was that Draco would survive.

"Run, Draco! Draco, run!" she screamed.

But he was like stoned. It was like a magical power separated him from her world.

Two new flashes appeared out of the ball. She saw one attacking Draco, one attacking Tom. She saw the flash hit Draco, she saw him fall down. Then the whole world exploded around her. A blast wave pushed her backwards. Everything was black.

Author's note: I know that name Carmina Tartum stinks. I was trying to find something in the same style as Prior Incantato... If anyone of you knows a better name, feel free to tell me.