Hi everyone. This chapter has been rewritten a couple times. . .I have a beta now, but I'm also looking for another one. So I can have two opinions. The first time I wrote this chapter it was TOTAL crap, but I've never really written a chapter like this is was just sort of an experiment. Tell me if you like it. Um. . .to answer a few questions. Someone asked if Tom was Voldemort's son. Nope. Tom Riddle is who controlled Ginny through the diary in Harry's second year. . .he was sort of a 'form' of Voldemort. And also, I usually update about every week, but this one took a bit longer because i rewrote it so many times. Hope everyone likes it and REVIEW after.
Oh. . .italics are flashbacks and bold is when Hermione sort of zones back in to Harry.

Grey eyes. Smooth hands. She smiled.

" Mmm. . .you are here." she mumbled, disorientated and halfway asleep.

" Close your eyes." he said, her vision blurring again. She grunted and rolled over.

" How is she boy?" came a sharp voice.

" Still asleep, though better. She drank almost a whole bottle of whiskey."

" Stupid girl." came a second. McNair. She shifted again and coughed.

" Not asleep anymore." smirked Lucius with his familiar tone of aristocracy. She could feel the heat bubbling in her body, though she was horribly cold.

" If you will please move out of the way, she needs this." came Snape, snapping at Lucius.

" Excuse me Severus!" he said sarcastically. Hermione giggled drunkenly and watched as Severus kneeled in front of her. She sat up, her head spinning. Severus' eyes pleaded with her to take the potion and act like she was asleep again. She smiled.

" Tom? Where is Tom?" she asked and he narrowed his eyes at her to shut up.

" I am here." he said as she forced down the potion. She could feel warmth spread slowly and she smiled lazily.

" Alright. That's all we can do. And Miss Granger, please, next time don't drink a whole bottle of whiskey. We would not like a repeat of tonight." said Severus and she yawned, laying down again onto the pillow.

She twirled the spoon in her mocha and acted as though she were listening to Harry ramble.

" And Arthur said that he could. . ."

He glared at her, reminding her of who he was. And she wanted so badly to push Tom away. . but for one, she was held down tightly and two, she could only imagine how much trouble they would get it. So she sighed with boredom and slowly pushed Tom away.

" Tom. I don't feel very well." she mumbled and he nodded though he was angry. . .when Tom wants, Tom gets.

". . .and then, she looked at me, like she. . ."

And then Tom grasped her wrist roughly in his hand. She gasped as his hand tightened. She could feel McNair and Lucius' smirks. . .Snape's fake smirk. . .and Draco trying to control himself.

" Hermione," he growled, " Now then. You feel better?" he asked and she could feel her eyes begin to turn red. She just looked at him and then yanked her wrist away.

" No Tom. I don't and I don't appreciate you treating me like you treat the other women."

" Very well then." he said through a clenched jaw. She pursed her lips at him, disapproving of him trying to prove himself still worthy in front of McNair and Lucius. He raised his hand, slapping it across her cheek. She glared at him.

" How dare you," she gasped, touching the red mark on her face, " Ridiculous! Bloody ridiculous. . .ARGH. . .MALE EGOS!" she screeched, walking towards the bathroom and slamming it. Locking it behind her. She stared into the mirror, watching the hand print become more and more visible. She kicked the wall and crossed her arms, she slid down and sat against it.

" . . .but then, the thing flew out and sprayed this green slime all over. . ."

" Tom she's locked herself in the bathroom."

" Then unlock it."

" I can't, I've tried. . .I don't know what she's done."

" Hermione! Unlock the bathroom!"

" NO! I don't won't to talk to you Tom!"

" Hermione! Unlock it NOW."

" NO!" she yelled back, feeling very childish. He groaned in frustration.

" Then. . .who will you talk to?" he asked with a sigh through the door. She thought for a minute.

" Draco." she said.

" Boy! Get over here." he yelled.

" If anyone else even tries to come in here, you'll regret it!" she said and she could hear the hushed whispers of a broken conversation.

" Just try. . . stay there until. . . .convince. . .got it?"

" Sure." he said and she unlocked the door to let him in. He came in and she quickly closed it, locking it again.

" I'm not going to talk to you unless you put up a silencing charm." said Hermione loudly. Tom groaned again and she could hear him punch someone in frustration.

" Uragh!" he grunted, and she realized it was McNair on the receiving end. She put her hand over her mouth and Draco quickly put up a silencing charm.

" You are causing a great amount of frustration." said Draco, a cross look on his face. She looked at him and felt her lips tremble.

" I've never felt so disrespected before!" said Hermione, her fingers resting on the slightly purple hand print.

" He deserved it."

" Why are you so pissed at me?"

" . . .yeah. So then I noticed that the man was acting rather odd and. . ."

He didn't say anything, just sort of sighed.

" You ass! I thought you had changed!" she muttered and he ran a hand through his hair, almost like Harry used to do.

" I have. I just. . .what if you are fooling me too? What if you are just playing with me like you play with him?" he asked and she saw the pain in his eyes.

" You really don't get it do you?" she asked and he looked at her with confusion.

" What do you mean 'get it'?"

" Can't you see the difference? Can't you tell?"

" Tell what, Hermione?"

" Jesus, men are daft!" she groaned.

" Can't you see the pain in my eyes when I kiss him? I tell you how much I hate it. Can't you see the truth in my eyes?"

" But that's what I don't understand. If I can than can't Voldemort?" he asked.

" He is very desperate. I've just found a weakness."

". . .he's been looking for a house. One with a really large study so he can make it a library. . ."

She just looked at him, wanting him to understand.

" I don't know what has gotten into you." she muttered. He was quiet. She turned her head and scooted closer towards him.

" Hermione. Get away." he muttered.

" You ass. If I don't want to than I won't." she glared, moving so she sat in front of him, facing him.

" This is the Hermione I remember. Stubborn and bossy." he said.

" People change, Draco. You've said so yourself." She said, inching closer still to him. He leaned his head back against the wall and she pressed her lips against his softly. He jerked away but quickly pulled her back, there lips harsh against each other.

" Hermione. Hermione?"

" What Harry?" she asked a little more harshly than she meant too.

" Sorry, I asked you a question and you zoned out a bit."

" Oh. Sorry, I was just thinking. Listen, I've sort of got to go, but maybe we can catch up some more later?"

" Sure. . .I guess.." he said as she pulled her jacket on.

" Thanks Harry." she smiled, leaving quickly and leaving a very confused Harry behind.

tbc. . .