I do not own the Harry Potter books and/or movies, or anything to do with them except this story, and others I have written and will write in the future (this applies for all chapters).

Ok, let me explain this in a clearer way…there are two Hermione Grangers! There is one in the past that was going to go to Hogwarts, but got accepted into Beauxbatons, and decided to go there instead! She sent a note to Dumbledore saying that this was what she was going to do, and then Hermione (from the future) showed up, and Dumbledore thought that the owl had simply been tampered with!

Tom's eyes are red because this is my story, and in my story…well, you may or may not find out why this is so…you'll just have to see.

Thank you all for the reviews! I will try to make the chapters long, but I rarely get inspired…and, well, having more Tom/Hermione, or Tom/OC stories would be nice…

And for some weird reason, I feel like writing more of this story after reading a good Baten Kaitos romance, or an OC/OC Jade Empire. Just a suggestion…if you've played the games…

Anyways! Here we go!

(I listened to Baten Kaitos – Chaotic Dance while writing this. It might fit in at some parts. I don't know. I haven't written it yet.)

SOMETIMESITSBETTERTOFIGHTTHANTORUNANDTELLSOMEONE

For once in Hermione's entire life at Hogwarts, she was planning to break the rules for her own personal satisfaction, and not think anything of how anyone else feels. She had never done this before, perhaps not even have ever taken it seriously, but she wouldn't think about that. Here, in this time, she was not the same Hermione as she was before, but a different, unknown one. Here, she was a new student. It didn't matter what the other children thought of her, because she would soon be gone back into the future – well, an improved version of it, anyway.

Dawn had not come early enough from the perspective of the young witch. She had sat up for hours, pondering over her worst experiences in life, trying to think of how she had felt when they had happened, and trying to ignore it, too.

The only time she had been so sad as to cry, had been the time in her first year, when she had been teased, shunned, and had had absolutely no friends. That situation had seemed the worst to her, but it didn't feel like much now, and she couldn't imagine her current target in tears over something as petty as that.

She had thought of nearly every possible pain in the universe, and again and again the only solution that had come back to her was one: death. Tom Riddle would surely crumble in the face of his worst fear. She had been reassured by a very good source: her best friend, Tom's rival, Harry Potter.

Of course, she hadn't been in contact with him – there was just no possible way for that – but she had been told nearly everything Harry had seen in the pensieve described in great detail, and she had been trusted with the knowledge of every one of his meetings with Dumbledore. Hours she had spent up at night with him and Ron, trying to figure out a way to defeat him once and for all. And during daylight hours, details of Voldemort's possible death never fled from her mind. She knew the murderer from the pensieve like the back of her hand, and his only weakness.

But…right…

Harry was, of course, the boy who had to kill Lord Voldemort, but he never seemed like the best choice. He was brave, powerful, and determine, yes, but he didn't seem to have the commitment. The Dark Lord had killed his parents…it was his fault Harry's godfather was dead, and he was also the source of all of his sleepless nights, but Harry didn't hate him as much as a boy in that position should have. He was much too forgiving…

Hermione took yet another nervous glance at her bedroom door. She wasn't used to having an entire room to herself, and having Tom Riddle's room right under hers was a bit unnerving. There was no guard for the door; no password that had to be repeated. It was just like any muggle entryway: unprotected, breakable, and highly flammable.

But she was forgetting herself…

How was she to get revenge on Voldemort again? Suddenly, though, an idea popped into Hermione's head. She nearly smacked herself in the forehead. How could she have never thought of it?

She would not only get revenge on the bastard, but she would erase everything he had ever done! It was perfect…brilliant, even!

But, again, how was she going to do it?

To kill him seemed the best way, but, even if she was willing to spend her life in Azkaban for the sake of millions of lives, she couldn't exactly just walk up to him and use the killing curse. He was much too smart for that, from what she knew. And, besides, she didn't know what would happen after death. For all she knew, she could be saving him; sending him to a heavenly paradise, and that was the last thing she wanted.

She would have to…maybe…find another weakness of his…see if he was somehow different…and…she…would…

BECAUSEBYTHETIMEYOUGETBACKTHEIDIOTCOULDBEGONE

Hermione's magic alarm beeped loudly, causing the young witch to spring up from her bed, and hit her head on the bedpost. She fell back onto the cushions, biting her lip hard as to not cry out in pain. Rubbing the injured area lightly, she trotted off to the bathroom to get ready.

After a shower, and some of her other daily routines, she set off to her first class at high speed.

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To Hermione's delight and dismay, she had nearly all of her classes with Tom. Apparently (from all of the rumours she had overheard) Dumbledore had convinced Headmaster Dippet to back up school unity, who had put the Gryffindors and Slytherins (the rival houses) together in pretty much every class. Since it was only the second day of term, all off the students were still very angry about it, and that was the main topic of the day.

Hermione didn't mind all that much, though, as she had lots of chances to sneak a look to see what Tom was doing, and how he reacted to things. She didn't get very much out of her first day…in fact, after her first ten glances over, she had thought that she had the wrong guy.

All through classes, he sat and stared off into space. The boy she had seen in the pensieve had done the exact opposite. He had talked, and corrected the teachers, smiling broadly as everyone adored him.

Finally, about a third through the day, she had gotten fed up with all of the confusion, and asked a girl who everyone in that particular class was, and 'what they were like.' The girl had smiled happily, introduced herself as Ann Ruboshi, and went through every single student in every single seat (even the empty ones. A few kids were in the hospital wing).

Her exact words of Tom were, "He's the smartest boy I've ever met, really…gets his house like fifty points a day. I don't know him personally, but he seems really quiet. I've only ever seen him put up his hand once, and I don't see him talking to lots of people." – she had leaned in closer then, and her voice changed to a whisper – "Every girl in Hogwarts seems to talk about him a lot, I've noticed. Even a few of the guys seem interested. I've seen Professor Mangora eyeing him."

Hermione had had that professor earlier that day in Herbology, and she had broken out into a fit of muffled giggles after she had heard that.

To say the least, the witch had had a fairly good day. She rather liked Ann, and they had decided to both try out for the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Hermione had never been very good at the sport, but the past summer Harry had taken out some time to teach it to her, and he was a very good coach. Unfortunately, though, he had only ever taught her how to be a Seeker, so that was her only choice.

After she had told Ann this, the girl had told her that the Slytherin Seeker was Tom Riddle, and that he was very good.

"I hope you're the Seeker we've been waiting for," she had said, "No one's beaten Slytherin since Tom arrived."

Hermione rolled over and smiled at the thought of her newly found friend. Her hair was an even brighter shade of red than Ginny's (she hadn't believed that was possible), making her very easy to spot in the crowds if she ever wanted to talk to her. Apparently, Ann didn't really have any friends, and she loved reading just as much as Hermione did. She was a bit clumsy, though, resulting in a bit lower grades than hers.

But, all in all, the entire plan of the day hadn't worked out very well, and what was worse was that she had to go on duty with Tom in about…Hermione glanced up at the clock and realized that she had to meet him at the top of the Astronomy Tower in five minutes! It was on the other side of the bloody castle! And she was on the first floor!

Sprinting out of the room and into the dimly lit corridors, she raced her way towards the tower.

BUTEVENIFYOUDIDDOTHATYOUWOULDHAVETOHELPHIMUP

It was about fifteen minutes after the meeting time and Tom still hadn't shown up. Hermione shifted from foot to foot impatiently (even though she had just herself arrived), and hoped that he hadn't started without her. She really needed to study him more.

Then it hit her.

She was Head Girl…Hermione was the bloody Head Girl! Though it hadn't been her intelligence that had won the position, it was still hers, and she couldn't help but feel a warming sensation of happiness swell up inside of her.

But she really did feel stupid, and soon her anxiety had returned as she thought of her condition. She really didn't have time to think of what she had gained; she was too busy trying to gain more.

Something caught Hermione's eye, and she turned around just in time to see Tom Riddle striding up the Astronomy Tower, looking as bored as ever. Her stomach lurched, and she felt a dizzy feeling of anxiousness wash over her. All of a sudden, she just wanted to be back in her room doing absolutely nothing. It felt like she had spun around on a chair for five minutes.

"Let's get started, then." She said when Tom had stopped several feet from her.

They made laps around the school, keeping quiet except for a few of Hermione's desperate questions. He seemed to actually enjoy Quidditch, from what he said, and she found herself thinking he was an entire different person at moments. She couldn't imagine him chanting dark incantations…it suited his appearance, but he just seemed a lot like Harry in a solemn mood.

"Well, we're done." Hermione finally said, slightly more cheerful than she had been feeling earlier, "Let's go back and get some res-"

Tom's piercing red eyes landed on hers, and her breath caught in her throat. She stumbled slightly, and nearly fell, but she grabbed the wall just in time. She didn't know what had happened, and felt extremely embarrassed to be seen doing something so stupid.

Luckily, though, Tom didn't seem to care much about her little display, and instead focused his view to one of the statues in the hallway.

"Out." He said, and Hermione was wondering what he was talking about.

But then a boy that looked to be around twelve stepped out from behind the gargoyle, wearing a very guilty expression, looking worriedly at Tom. Hermione's embarrassment subsided and she stared down at the child.

"What are you doing out of your common room so late?"

The boy seemed to just notice Hermione, and his face contorted into an ugly sneer, "What does it matter to you? You're out of your room, too."

The Slytherin badge glinted brightly from his chest.

"Twenty points from Slytherin," the Head Girl said, taking out a small roll of parchment and scribbling on it quickly, "and the Head Boy is going to make sure you get to Professor Slughorn's office to give him this note."

But Tom shook his head, saying, "There is no need for me to go with him. I'm sure he will go."

The boy looked up at the older Slytherin, his sneer fading and a look of shame and anxiousness grabbing hold of him. He nodded quickly, and scurried off down the hall.

"How do you know he will go?" Hermione asked, glaring at Tom. Had he used some form of dark magic? Had he set the boy under the imperious curse, or did they know each other?

Voldemort simply shrugged, and walked away.

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Very short, and it doesn't have much in it, but it's one of those chapters you have to write anyway.