Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter; you know who it belongs to. Also the idea for this story was inspired by Artemis Fowl's Sleepless. I hope she updates soon! I don't own Harry Potter; you know who it belongs to. Also the idea for this story was inspired by Artemis Fowl's . I hope she updates soon!
Summary: A midnight encounter with a certain young dark lord, leaves Hermione wondering… Tom x Hermione
Notes: This story is set in Hermione's sixth year. Midnight Rendezvous is an alternative to HBP.
Midnight Rendezvous
Chapter 1
A gentle draft of wind blew through the open window, causing a figure a big red armchair to shiver. Her hair was slightly mussed and her head bent over quite a big book. Many moments of silence passed before she closed the book, a gentle sigh escaping her lips.
Getting up Hermione stretched her sore limbs before walking over to the window. The moonlight spilled onto the window sill, creating an ethereal light, but the sight wasn't very odd considering this was a school for magic. Ron and Harry had gone right to bed, with a hasty goodnight; she figured they had a rigorous Quidditch session.
But Hermione had stayed up all night, bent over various books to the point where she couldn't even fall asleep. And one by one, everyone went up to their dormitories bidding her a sleepy goodbye. Pretty soon, she was the only one left.
For some odd reason, it felt like fate didn't want her to miss something tonight. Looking up at the heavens, she felt the stars smile mischievously down at her. Deciding she couldn't get any sleep anyway, Hermione decided to head up toward the Astronomy Tower.
The brunette slowly crept out of the dormitory and headed towards the tower. Even though she had spent six years at Hogwarts exploring the hallways and creeping around at night; the passages still sent shivers up her spine. The shadows danced across the walls, creating figures and stories that only came alive at night. Reaching the stairwell, Hermione let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding. The Gryffindor briskly walked up the stairwell. After ten steps she reached the top, and saw something that made the breath hitch in her throat.
The sky was splayed out before her, like an artist's canvas board. A billion stars shone down at her, each one twinkling proudly. But in the midst of all that beauty, something else caught her eye.
A small object was reflecting the bright moon light. Stepping closer the Gryffindor realized it was lying on the stone banister. Gingerly, Hermione picked it up not knowing whether it was dangerous or not. Hogwarts had taught her to treat unknown objects with great caution. She traced the grooves of the object gently with her fingers and felt something inscribed on it. Groping in her robes for her wand, she was dismayed when she didn't find it. She must have left it in the common room.
'I really am getting careless these days; I'll just have to improvise then.'
Hermione reached over the edge of the banister, trying to get the moonlight to shine over the object in her hands. And when it did, she noticed it was a badge, a Head Boy badge in fact!
Tracing the H.B. inscription in again, she couldn't help but think that this was all too strange. Hermione knew the Head Boy and thought it was strange how he could be so careless. But before she could ponder over this more thoroughly, a strong gust of wind swayed her and Hermione lost her footing.
A high pitched scream resounded in the night air, as Hermione toppled over the banister. Closing her eyes and covering her face, she waited for the bloody impact.
A/N: Do you like it so far? Reviews and constructed criticism is appreciated. Did you think it was a cliff hanger? Well anyway, thank you for reading.