Chapter 31
"Snow"
Hermione felt strong arms holding her tightly. She heard the beat of another heart. Her eyes fluttered open. Her head was rested on a strong, bare chest. She smiled, remembering last night. She felt a kiss being planted on he forehead.
"Good morning." she heard Tom say as she looked up into his emerald green eyes, a smile planted on his handsome face.
"Morning." she replied, smiling a bit more when she saw his smile.
She put her head back down on his chest, tracing patterns on it with her index finger. She remembered many times she woke up like this, peering into those emerald green eyes. Hermione closed her eyes, not wanting to leave Tom's strong, warm embrace that made her feel no one or nothing could harm as long as he held her close. She wanted to stay here forever.
A sudden, loud knock on the door awoken her from her thoughts.
"My Lord, my Lord," yelled the voice of Lucius Malfoy, "she has escape again!"
"Hold on, Malfoy." hissed Tom.
Hermione and Tom reluctantly let go of each other and climbed out of the bed. Hermione grabbed her house robe, wrapping it around her and tying the string around it tightly. She couldn't find her clothes. Tom grabbed his black and green house robes, putting them on as he walked over to the door. He barely had time to tie them when Lucius Malfoy burst in.
"My Lord, she's yet again escaped." said Lucius
"What are you wailing about Malfoy?" Tom hissed.
"That.that little wench has run off again. I don't know how she did it." said Lucius, a faint smile forming.
"Don't call her that." hissed Tom. "And no, she hasn't run off."
Lucius's eye twitched.
"So, she's still here?" he said coldly.
Tom turned toward the bed and stretched his hand out. Hermione walked out from behind the bed and took his hand. She could see complete loathe and disappointment in Lucius's eyes.
"Oh, I see." said Lucius, his lip curling.
Hermione glared at him. She had never liked him much, not as Katrina, not as Hermione.
"I'll deal with you later, Malfoy. Now leave!" hissed Tom.
Lucius, before turning on his heel and storming out, cast a cold glance at Hermione. Tom and Hermione watched the door slam shut. Tom and Hermione took their wands out of their robes pockets.
"Accio clothes!" they both said.
Hermione's nightgown and bra, along with a pillow, flew over to her. She slid these on under her robes. She was wondering where her thong went.
"Well, well." she heard Tom say.
She looked up to see him standing in his boxers. His buttoned-up shirt was unbuttoned. His pants were on, but his belt was unbuckled. He was holding Hermione's thong by the strands with his two index fingers.
"I wonder what the guys would say if they got a load of me wearing this?" he said, a smile playing on his lips. "Think they'd fancy me more?"
A pillow smacked him in the face. Hermione grabbed her thong and slipped it on. Tom was laughing, buttoning up his shirt. They walked down the stairs together. Hermione returned to her room to put on a pair of black slacks and a blue sweater.
She gazed outside. The snow had died down a bit, making the place look like a winter wonderland. She longed to go outside, to play in the snow. She remembered from a long time ago of building snowmen with her parents from her first past and now. She threw on a thick black jacket she found in the dresser, a pair of leather gloves, and a rainbow colored scarf.
Tom watched her walk down the stairs. She looked more beautiful than ever. For an instant, he forgot who he really was. He had forgotten his past; he had forgotten his future. All he knew was her and him, living a dream. He was brought back from that dream when a cold voice intruded in his thoughts.
"And where do you think you are going?" asked Lucius, standing at the foot of the stairs.
Hermione stopped on the last stair and starred into those cold blue eyes.
"I was hopping that Tom and I could go outside for a quick moment." said Hermione.
"Who?" asked Lucius.
"Me." said Tom. "I'd love to Hermione.
Lucius turned and glared at Tom.
"My Lord, think of what you are doing. You are risking exposure." hissed Lucius.
"Malfoy, you're yet again stepping out of line. I have given you enough warnings. You will pay for this tonight at the meeting." hissed Tom. "Besides, no one knows we're here. I know how to stay hidden. Do you think I spent nearly twelve years, weak and barely alive, in the wide open? No. Now, step put of the way."
He took Hermione's hand and led her outside. The air was cool and crisp. The sky was still a bit hazy and gray, but the falling snowflakes added a bit of mysterious beauty to it. Just above the snow-covered trees, dark mountains touched the sky. Little hedges and bushes cluttered many parts of the yard. Tom stood against the house, gazing up at the snow, his arms across his chest and his one leg over the other.. Hermione bent down and picked up a handful of snow. She formed it into a good-sized ball. She bent down to make more and hid behind a bush near the house.
"Can't see why you'd want to be out here. It's too cold." said Tom, looking away from the sky. "Hermione?"
He jerked out of his position.
"Hermione?"
Smack! A snowball hit him on the side of his head. He stumbled back a bit, looking around for the source. Smack! Another snowball hit him square in the face.
Hermione muffled a laugh as she hid in the bush. She rose up to throw the third snowball. She watched as it soared through the air toward Tom. Just before it could reach him, he spun around and caught it.
"So, you want to play rough do you?" he heard him shout, bending down to pick up some snow. "Alright then."
He threw a snowball at Hermione. She ducked, watching it splatter on the wall of the house. She ran put from behind the bush, throwing a snowball at Tom as she did. She ran behind a small shrub, checking to see where Tom had went. She bent down to make a few snowballs when she felt someone behind her. She jumped, landing on her back, and turned to watch a shower of snowballs bombard the shrub. She watched as Tom ran over her, dropping snow in her face. She flipped over on her stomach and grabbed Tom's leg, causing him to fall on his face. He pushed himself off the ground and onto his back, laughing hysterically. Hermione stood up, shook the snow off her jacket, and lend a hand to Tom.
"I win." she said, watching Tom reach for hand.
"No," he said, grabbing her hand and bringing her down, "I win."
Hermione landed on top of him, suppressing a fit of giggles. She gazed into those wonderful emerald eyes. His handsome face, though pale, stood against the snow. Hermione knew she wanted to be with him forever. She would do anything to be by his side, even if meant things she would never do. She leaned down and gave him a quick kiss before hopping up.
"Come on!" she said, twirling around. "Let's build a snowman."
Lucius Malfoy watched from a window as Hermione and Tom set work to build a snowman. A sneer crossed his lips, his eyes full of rage and pure loathe.
"That filthy little mudblood bitch has made our Lord weak, powerless. He's acting like a child. She's even caused him to change to what he sis now, an arrogant, prissy sissy boy with more good looks than brains." he said.
Draco Malfoy walked up to his father and peered out the window.
"Is that Granger?" he asked,
"Yes." replied Lucius.
"What a load of bull." said Draco. "She's a little wench who stuffs her nose in other people's business. Her and Weasley and Potter prancing about the place like they own it. Golden Trio my ass."
Lucius turned to his son.
"Potter?" he asked.
"Yes, seems Potter's gone soft for the mudblood. One of my sources at Hogwarts said he gawking at her with googly eyes and talking gooshy with her not too long ago."
"Why were Potter and Granger at Hogwarts?" he asked.
"Don't know, something about a secret group." said Draco.
Lucius smiled, an evil smile.
"A secret group? I knew there was something fishy going on. I'll prove to the Lord once and for all that that mudblood is a spy, a useless wench. Who cares if she has unspeakable powers. I haven't seen any of those powers yet." said Lucius. "I'll bring her down. The Dark Lord will return to himself, more powerful and vengeful than ever."
Hermione stood back to admire the snowman. He was about five feet tall with long, branch arms, smoothed-stone eyes, an acorn smile, and a pinecone for a nose.
"He's missing a hat." said Hermione, tying her scarf around the snowman's thick neck.
"We'll just have to get one." said Tom.
He conjured up a lovely dark hat with his wand, handing it to Hermione. Hermione carefully placed it upon the snowman's head, stepping back to admire hers, no, their creation.
"Wonderful." Tom whispered, wrapping and arm around Hermione.
Hermione, tired after hours of more snowball fights, kissed Tom, and went to bed. She dreamt of dancing in the snow with all her friends, even Tom.
On the third floor in a dark, large room, a ring of nearly thirty Death Eaters huddled to the floor, bowing before a man dressed in black robes. His face was hidden in the shadows of his hood. He walked around in the circle, muttering things to the people below.
"Ah, Lucius, I haven't forgotten." Hissed a cold voice. "Crucio!"
Lucius withered on the floor, trying not to scream from the pain. The man above him laughed, lifting the curse after five minutes.
"Hopefully, you will learn to be more civil and more respectable to Lord Voldemort." said the man.
Voldemort lowered his hood. His pale, handsome face was etched with evil. His eyes burned a deep red.
"Many of you have believed I have become week, sympathetic. You are wrong!" he hissed, a shudder running around the ring. "No, I am simply on the verge of accomplishing a great plan, one that will allow me to finally take control of this pathetic world, to get rid of my enemies and those I see useless and week."
"I know many of you knew who Katrina was. She was dark, powerful, and vengeful. She did die, but she has returned, returned to unleash dark powers she has to help us in our work. I have won her over, proving false any hopes of Dumbeldore or the Ministry that their hopes of finding me, destroying me, futile. Soon, our army will be ready to attack, wreak havoc upon this pitiful earth. Soon, darkness will be in control."
A murmur of praise lifted through the room. Voldemort stood there, a twisted smile on his face.
"Snow"
Hermione felt strong arms holding her tightly. She heard the beat of another heart. Her eyes fluttered open. Her head was rested on a strong, bare chest. She smiled, remembering last night. She felt a kiss being planted on he forehead.
"Good morning." she heard Tom say as she looked up into his emerald green eyes, a smile planted on his handsome face.
"Morning." she replied, smiling a bit more when she saw his smile.
She put her head back down on his chest, tracing patterns on it with her index finger. She remembered many times she woke up like this, peering into those emerald green eyes. Hermione closed her eyes, not wanting to leave Tom's strong, warm embrace that made her feel no one or nothing could harm as long as he held her close. She wanted to stay here forever.
A sudden, loud knock on the door awoken her from her thoughts.
"My Lord, my Lord," yelled the voice of Lucius Malfoy, "she has escape again!"
"Hold on, Malfoy." hissed Tom.
Hermione and Tom reluctantly let go of each other and climbed out of the bed. Hermione grabbed her house robe, wrapping it around her and tying the string around it tightly. She couldn't find her clothes. Tom grabbed his black and green house robes, putting them on as he walked over to the door. He barely had time to tie them when Lucius Malfoy burst in.
"My Lord, she's yet again escaped." said Lucius
"What are you wailing about Malfoy?" Tom hissed.
"That.that little wench has run off again. I don't know how she did it." said Lucius, a faint smile forming.
"Don't call her that." hissed Tom. "And no, she hasn't run off."
Lucius's eye twitched.
"So, she's still here?" he said coldly.
Tom turned toward the bed and stretched his hand out. Hermione walked out from behind the bed and took his hand. She could see complete loathe and disappointment in Lucius's eyes.
"Oh, I see." said Lucius, his lip curling.
Hermione glared at him. She had never liked him much, not as Katrina, not as Hermione.
"I'll deal with you later, Malfoy. Now leave!" hissed Tom.
Lucius, before turning on his heel and storming out, cast a cold glance at Hermione. Tom and Hermione watched the door slam shut. Tom and Hermione took their wands out of their robes pockets.
"Accio clothes!" they both said.
Hermione's nightgown and bra, along with a pillow, flew over to her. She slid these on under her robes. She was wondering where her thong went.
"Well, well." she heard Tom say.
She looked up to see him standing in his boxers. His buttoned-up shirt was unbuttoned. His pants were on, but his belt was unbuckled. He was holding Hermione's thong by the strands with his two index fingers.
"I wonder what the guys would say if they got a load of me wearing this?" he said, a smile playing on his lips. "Think they'd fancy me more?"
A pillow smacked him in the face. Hermione grabbed her thong and slipped it on. Tom was laughing, buttoning up his shirt. They walked down the stairs together. Hermione returned to her room to put on a pair of black slacks and a blue sweater.
She gazed outside. The snow had died down a bit, making the place look like a winter wonderland. She longed to go outside, to play in the snow. She remembered from a long time ago of building snowmen with her parents from her first past and now. She threw on a thick black jacket she found in the dresser, a pair of leather gloves, and a rainbow colored scarf.
Tom watched her walk down the stairs. She looked more beautiful than ever. For an instant, he forgot who he really was. He had forgotten his past; he had forgotten his future. All he knew was her and him, living a dream. He was brought back from that dream when a cold voice intruded in his thoughts.
"And where do you think you are going?" asked Lucius, standing at the foot of the stairs.
Hermione stopped on the last stair and starred into those cold blue eyes.
"I was hopping that Tom and I could go outside for a quick moment." said Hermione.
"Who?" asked Lucius.
"Me." said Tom. "I'd love to Hermione.
Lucius turned and glared at Tom.
"My Lord, think of what you are doing. You are risking exposure." hissed Lucius.
"Malfoy, you're yet again stepping out of line. I have given you enough warnings. You will pay for this tonight at the meeting." hissed Tom. "Besides, no one knows we're here. I know how to stay hidden. Do you think I spent nearly twelve years, weak and barely alive, in the wide open? No. Now, step put of the way."
He took Hermione's hand and led her outside. The air was cool and crisp. The sky was still a bit hazy and gray, but the falling snowflakes added a bit of mysterious beauty to it. Just above the snow-covered trees, dark mountains touched the sky. Little hedges and bushes cluttered many parts of the yard. Tom stood against the house, gazing up at the snow, his arms across his chest and his one leg over the other.. Hermione bent down and picked up a handful of snow. She formed it into a good-sized ball. She bent down to make more and hid behind a bush near the house.
"Can't see why you'd want to be out here. It's too cold." said Tom, looking away from the sky. "Hermione?"
He jerked out of his position.
"Hermione?"
Smack! A snowball hit him on the side of his head. He stumbled back a bit, looking around for the source. Smack! Another snowball hit him square in the face.
Hermione muffled a laugh as she hid in the bush. She rose up to throw the third snowball. She watched as it soared through the air toward Tom. Just before it could reach him, he spun around and caught it.
"So, you want to play rough do you?" he heard him shout, bending down to pick up some snow. "Alright then."
He threw a snowball at Hermione. She ducked, watching it splatter on the wall of the house. She ran put from behind the bush, throwing a snowball at Tom as she did. She ran behind a small shrub, checking to see where Tom had went. She bent down to make a few snowballs when she felt someone behind her. She jumped, landing on her back, and turned to watch a shower of snowballs bombard the shrub. She watched as Tom ran over her, dropping snow in her face. She flipped over on her stomach and grabbed Tom's leg, causing him to fall on his face. He pushed himself off the ground and onto his back, laughing hysterically. Hermione stood up, shook the snow off her jacket, and lend a hand to Tom.
"I win." she said, watching Tom reach for hand.
"No," he said, grabbing her hand and bringing her down, "I win."
Hermione landed on top of him, suppressing a fit of giggles. She gazed into those wonderful emerald eyes. His handsome face, though pale, stood against the snow. Hermione knew she wanted to be with him forever. She would do anything to be by his side, even if meant things she would never do. She leaned down and gave him a quick kiss before hopping up.
"Come on!" she said, twirling around. "Let's build a snowman."
Lucius Malfoy watched from a window as Hermione and Tom set work to build a snowman. A sneer crossed his lips, his eyes full of rage and pure loathe.
"That filthy little mudblood bitch has made our Lord weak, powerless. He's acting like a child. She's even caused him to change to what he sis now, an arrogant, prissy sissy boy with more good looks than brains." he said.
Draco Malfoy walked up to his father and peered out the window.
"Is that Granger?" he asked,
"Yes." replied Lucius.
"What a load of bull." said Draco. "She's a little wench who stuffs her nose in other people's business. Her and Weasley and Potter prancing about the place like they own it. Golden Trio my ass."
Lucius turned to his son.
"Potter?" he asked.
"Yes, seems Potter's gone soft for the mudblood. One of my sources at Hogwarts said he gawking at her with googly eyes and talking gooshy with her not too long ago."
"Why were Potter and Granger at Hogwarts?" he asked.
"Don't know, something about a secret group." said Draco.
Lucius smiled, an evil smile.
"A secret group? I knew there was something fishy going on. I'll prove to the Lord once and for all that that mudblood is a spy, a useless wench. Who cares if she has unspeakable powers. I haven't seen any of those powers yet." said Lucius. "I'll bring her down. The Dark Lord will return to himself, more powerful and vengeful than ever."
Hermione stood back to admire the snowman. He was about five feet tall with long, branch arms, smoothed-stone eyes, an acorn smile, and a pinecone for a nose.
"He's missing a hat." said Hermione, tying her scarf around the snowman's thick neck.
"We'll just have to get one." said Tom.
He conjured up a lovely dark hat with his wand, handing it to Hermione. Hermione carefully placed it upon the snowman's head, stepping back to admire hers, no, their creation.
"Wonderful." Tom whispered, wrapping and arm around Hermione.
Hermione, tired after hours of more snowball fights, kissed Tom, and went to bed. She dreamt of dancing in the snow with all her friends, even Tom.
On the third floor in a dark, large room, a ring of nearly thirty Death Eaters huddled to the floor, bowing before a man dressed in black robes. His face was hidden in the shadows of his hood. He walked around in the circle, muttering things to the people below.
"Ah, Lucius, I haven't forgotten." Hissed a cold voice. "Crucio!"
Lucius withered on the floor, trying not to scream from the pain. The man above him laughed, lifting the curse after five minutes.
"Hopefully, you will learn to be more civil and more respectable to Lord Voldemort." said the man.
Voldemort lowered his hood. His pale, handsome face was etched with evil. His eyes burned a deep red.
"Many of you have believed I have become week, sympathetic. You are wrong!" he hissed, a shudder running around the ring. "No, I am simply on the verge of accomplishing a great plan, one that will allow me to finally take control of this pathetic world, to get rid of my enemies and those I see useless and week."
"I know many of you knew who Katrina was. She was dark, powerful, and vengeful. She did die, but she has returned, returned to unleash dark powers she has to help us in our work. I have won her over, proving false any hopes of Dumbeldore or the Ministry that their hopes of finding me, destroying me, futile. Soon, our army will be ready to attack, wreak havoc upon this pitiful earth. Soon, darkness will be in control."
A murmur of praise lifted through the room. Voldemort stood there, a twisted smile on his face.