You've Become a Part of Me

Chapter 2: Ordinary Day

After a quick breakfast and a trip to the library, Hermione goes down to the dungeons. The Potions professor is actually extremely nice. Hermione as usual excelled in Potions, leaving the professor pleased, the students astonished, and Tom satisfied that he finally has some competition. After class, Tom walks Hermione to their Transfiguration class. As they enter the classroom, they are greeted by the blue, twinkling eyes of Albus Dumbledore. Tom sneers at Dumbledore and leads Hermione to the back of the class.

"Attention, class."

Everyone is quiet.

"Today, you will be working in pairs. We will be working on detail. Now, I know that you can transfigure something into another, but do you have the mastery of intricate design? Now, Mr. Weasley, please hand out the portraits. You will use these small portraits to transfigure each other clothes into exact replicas. The pairs are: Mr. Riddle-Miss Granger, Mr. Malfoy-Miss Parkinson, and Mr. Zabini- Mr. Weasley..."

Will Weasley hands out the portraits. Tom then turns to face Hermione.

"Let's get started."

"Tom, let me see your portrait."

"Ok, then let me see yours."

They switch portraits. Tom's portrait had a black, green, and silver robe and Hermione had a blue and silver dress robe. Without speaking, they got started. Fifteen minutes before class was over, they are done. Their outfits are just like the portraits, even down to the smallest detail. They are the only ones in the class to master the spell. Jezabel walked over to Hermione after class.

"We have DADA next, right?"

"Yeah, can you show me where to go?"

Jezabel and Hermione left the classroom with Tom right behind them. When they got to class, Jezabel and Hermione tried to make their way to the front. Tom cuts them off.

"Hermione, sit in the back with me."

"Alright."

She sits in the back and the professor enters the room.

"Today, we are going to learn about vampires."

'Been there done that,' Hermione and for the first time her school career, she zoned off.

In the Present Time: The Riddle House

Voldemort rubs his temples. He had spent a couple of hours planning a raid when he found himself daydreaming.

'What's what with me? I haven't daydreaming in years or dreams at all for that matter. Who was that girl? She seemed so familiar. This is foolish! I can't waste my time dreaming over a nonexistent girl. Such actions show weakness.'

In the Past:

"Hermione! Hermione!"

Hermione jerks awake.

"What."

"Hermione..." Tom says in a mock shocked and appalled voice, "how could you daydream? Don't you want to learn how to protect yourself from those horrible dark creatures?"

'Horrible dark creatures my arse! In the future, vampires will be one of his main offensive and spying tools.'

"Oh, shut up, Tom."

He laughs, surprising Jezabel who, in all of her five years in Hogwarts, never saw Tom laugh.

The bell rang.

"Time for lunch! I'll meet you guys there. I need to pick up some stuff from my room."

Hermione ran off to my room. Jezabel turned to face Tom.

"My lord, when is the next meeting?"

"On Tuesday. Watch over Hermione. She is filled with untapped power. Just being near her and her aura is intoxicating."

Tom licks his lips unconsciously.

"Go away so I can think."

"Yes, my lord."

Jezabel leaves his presence quickly.

'Hermione's power gets stronger everyday. Soon she'll be mine and I'll tap into it. She will help me destroy those filthy muggles," he thought.

He walks toward the Great Hall to inform the deatheaters of the next meeting. Hermione walks into the Great Hall and is stopped by a huge 16-year-old boy.

"Um...Hi."

"Hello, my name is Rubeus Hagrid and I am the assistant gamekeeper of Hogwarts and Dumbledore wanted me to tell you that he is researching to assist you with the problem you have."

"Hi, Hagrid. I'm Hermione and thank you for telling me. It was nice meeting you."

As she walks toward the Slytherin table, she notices that Tom has a scowl on his face.

"Why were you talking to that oaf?"

Tom sneered at Hagrid who was across the hall.

"He's not an oaf. He is quite polite and besides Dumbledore sent him to give me a message and no," she said when he opened his mouth to speak, "I'm not telling you what the message was about."

Everyone is shocked.

"I want to know, Hermione."

"First of all, do you always want things you can't have and the message is none of your business."

Dante Zabini goes up to Hermione, ignoring the evil glares from Tom and asked,

"Are you going to the Dueling Club tonight? Are you going to show us what you've got or is home schooling not enough?"

"I'll go...where is it?"

"You know that extra room real close to the potions classroom?"

"Yeah."

Dante rolls his eyes.

"Well, that's where it is."

"Alright, I'll see you there, Dante.

"See you there, Hermione."

Dante walks away.

A Couple Hours Later:

Hermione enters the dueling room wearing black slacks, a black shirt that is scrunched up in the front with a low neckline and silk peasant sleeves, and black leather high-heeled boots. She has left her long hair down, which she flicks out of her face as she enters the room. Dante walks over to her.

"Welcome to the Dueling Club, Hermione."

"I told you I'd be here."

He puts on a charming smile.

"So you are. What are you doing after this?"

"Hermione raises an eyebrow.

"Are you telling me that you aren't afraid that Tom will have a "conference" with you? Thank Merlin! Finally, someone who isn't afraid of him," she smiles coyly, "I'm not doing anything tonight. Do you have plans?"

"What are you doing, Zabini?"

Dante and Hermione turn around and see Tom.

"He's talking to me. Do you have a problem? You don't own me, Tom. I can do anything and talk to anyone I want."

She storms away. Tom turns to face Dante.

"Didn't I tell you to stay away from her, Zabini?"

"Yes, my lord."

"Did you stay away from her?"

"No, my lord."

Then he lowers his voice to a mere whisper.

"The Cruciatus Curse is becoming your new best friend. Tonight."

"Yes, my lord."

The DADA teacher enters the room.

"Ok, quiet everybody! Welcome to the dueling club! We will be splitting into two groups and there will be a captain for each team. The two captains are Mr. Tom Riddle and Ms. Hermione Granger. The groups are..."

The dueling begins and finally the teams are narrowed down to two people. Tom and Hermione.

"I'll go easy on you so you won't embarrass yourself."

"Fuck you, Tom!"

"Any time, Any day, and Anyplace."

Hermione is about to say something, but is cut off by the DADA teacher.

"Ready."

Hermione and Tom go to the opposite sides of the stage.

"Set."

They go into their fighting stances.

"Begin."

"Impemedia."

Hermione dodges it.

"Petrificus Totalus."

Tom dodges it. Then they both scream,

"Serpentia!"

Two snakes appear. Hermione hears them hiss and is surprised that she understands them. Even though it felt as if she is having an out of body experience, she finds herself calling one of the snakes over to her while Tom is calling the other.

"What do you desssire, missstressss," asked the snake.

"Attack the other snake."

"Yesss, missstressss."

Tom seems to make a similar command so the snakes were crawling toward each other. Then they are interrupted by Dumbledore. He makes the snakes disappear.

"The duel is over. It is a tie. Mr. Riddle and Ms. Granger please come and see me."

Everyone left, astonished by what they just saw. One thought was in Hermione's mind.

'Oh shit, I'm a parselmouth.'

Tom and Hermione go to Dumbledore.

"Tom, you may go to your dorm."

Tom left. Dumbledore turned to Hermione.

"You're a parselmouth?"

"I didn't know, Professor. I found out just now. I thought Muggle-borns can't get the ability?"

"I thought they couldn't either. I'll research it. Now, curfew is almost over," he said smiling, eyes twinkling, "so off you go."

As Hermione walks through the corridors, she starts daydreaming.

'This is way too weird. This started out as an ordinary day... hey, just like that song.'

♪"Just a day,

just an ordinary day.

Just trying to get by,"

'I was just going through my sixth year as usual. Risking my life to help Harry defeat Voldemort...'

"Just a boy, just an ordinary boy, but he was looking to the sky

and as he asked if I would come along I started to realize

that everyday he finds just what he's looking for

like a shooting star she shines and he said,"

'Life was ordinary until I met Tom. I had the same boring schedule until he completely destroyed it.'

"Take my hand.

Live while you can.

Don't you see your dreams lie right in the palm of your hand."

'He's so mysterious. Knowing who he will become, he is dangerous, but he is a temptation that calls for me in the darkest hours of the night.'

Just words, just ordinary words, though they could not feel,

But I felt what I had not felt before and you'd swear those words could heal. As I look up into those eyes his vision borrows mine."

'Or it seems to borrow mine. Sometimes, I can almost feel my guards fall. I'm afraid that I'll melt into clay and that he'll mold me into who he wants me to be.'

"And I know he's no stranger for I felt I've him for all of time and he said,

Take my hand.

Live while you can.

Don't you see your dreams lie right in the palm of yours hands.

Please come with me.

See what I see.

Touch the sky for time will not flee.

Time will not flee.

Can't you see?"♪

Suddenly, as Hermione is walking past a deserted classroom she is pulled into the darkness.

Twenty Minutes Before:

Tom is also wandering the halls.

'Impossible! How is it that she is a parselmouth? I knew she had untapped power, I felt it in her aura, but I didn't know she was this powerful. She will be a perfect addition to my Deatheaters. She will help me rid the world of filth. We must have some connection if we are both parselmouths. She is absolutely perfect for my cause. She's cunning, hungry for power and recognition, intelligent, beautiful...wait, what! She's not beautiful. She may be a little pretty, but...oh who am I kidding. I would love to fuck her and make her mine, but I know for sure that she wouldn't surrender herself to me easily. I would have to seduce her. If, I mean, when I succeed, she will be more inclined to let me use her power.'

Tom smirks and walks further down the dark halls. As he is walking, he hears footsteps so he steps into a dark, empty classroom. The mysterious person reveals herself as they continue their trek down the hall.

'Hermione.'

Tom then grabs her and pulls her into the darkness of the classroom.

Back to Normal:

Hermione tried to scream, but the scream was muffled.

"Shhhh, I just want to talk to you."

A gleam of recognition flashed across her eyes and she turned to face her attacker. It was Tom.

"What do you want Tom?"

He takes a step closer to her.

"Aren't you just the least bit curious about the fact that you can speak parseltongue?"

"What does it matter? Tom, let me go."

She struggles in his arms.

"No, tell me why. Tell what you know."

"What makes you think I know more than you do?"

He lets go of her.

"What?"

"I don't know why I'm a parselmouth and I don't feel like dealing with you right now."

Hermione runs away. Tom stands there in deep thought. Yet they are thinking the same thing.

'I need to research this.'

They both run to the library and unknowingly stay there together all night long.

Author's Note: Please read:

Thank you all for reviewing and/or reading my story. This is to DezDezi: You do not have to be a pureblood to get into Slytherin. Remember that Tom a.k.a Voldemort is a half-blood. All you need to get in is the Slytherin mentality. Thank you again and bye!