Authors Note: Yikes, sorry for a long period since I updated! New account on (Sprirt of the Dark Moon is my username) and a story on my other account! But anyways, I had some more ideas so I decided to update again! I'm sorry I don't update as much as I once did! More homework, and more things to do. But anyways, time for the story! R&R

Opal Whisps of Fire

The Worst Enemy

I'm going under

Showing you

I'm falling forever

I've get to break through...

Evenesance

... this leads to the ruins in Egypt, along with the plauge in 890 BC.

Hermione lay down a red and black quill, brushing a bead of sweat that had emerged from her skin. She rolled up her three foot History of Magic essay (which was supposed to be two feet) and carefully laid it inside her carrying bag. She shot a quick Glance at the hour glass that Professor Dumbledore had given her after her sad news, with crushed rubies dropping through the slim exit instead of rough sand.

Hermione had started first with a talk to Dumbledore, stating how she could not work any longer with Tom and to put of their mission until later on. At the moment, all she wanted to do was go home to her friends. Unfortunately, Dumbledore had not come far in the process of fixing the time turner, and estimated she would be unable to retune to her own time unril May. It was December now, and Hermione could not bear to think of the long wait that seemed to pull on her heart.

Nevertheless, Hermione had not shown any farther emotion since her outrage at Tom. She had spent most of her time buried in her books and increasing amount of homework, speaking to Tom only when necessairy. At the moment, she tried not to think of him, and what he was doing to many innocent lives. Unfortunately, when Hermione thought of this topic for a long amount of time, an image of Tom's face, unexpressionless and non caring would appear in her mind.

And this was the last thing that Hermione wanted. Love towards her worst enemy.

"Prefects you are excused now. You each have hall duties on Tuesdays! And I expect you all to attend." Added Hermione as an afterthought as she dismissed the prefects from the meeting. Tom had said little except a few pointers that Hermione seemed to have forgotton.

As the last prefect walked quickly from the room, Hermione again found herself in an uncomfortable position - alone with Tom, Last time she had been with him, she had broke into an outrage at his murderous future, and the time before she had broken her friendship almost as easily as cutting thread.

"So... has Dumbledore fixed your time turner yet?" Questioned Tom and Hermione could tell he was actually trying to care. Unfortunately, Hermione knew that in the back of his mind there was a sign reading I don't care.

"No, not yet. He supposes that it may not be ready until May or late April if I am lucky." Replied Hermione, packing away a few books.

"That sucks." Tom replied softly.

"That doesn't begin to explain it. More like detrimental!" Replied Hermione, not even realizing she was having a decent conversation with Tom Riddle.

"Yeah. I suppose."

It was then that Hermione suddenly remembered the trip to Hogsmeade that was planned for the weekend. Oh, how she wished that she had not just pictured herself standing beside Tom by Zonkos! What was happening? She packed the last book inside her pack and turned towards the door.

"I guess I'll walk back with you, if that's OK." Mumbled Tom as he stood to leave.

Yes! Said Hermione silently but outloud she mumbled OK and allowed him to catch up to him. They were half way to their dorm when Hermione burst "DoyouwanttogotoHogsmeadewithme?" She realized instantly what she had said and her skin turned a deep crimson. What had she just said?

Tom looked at her suspiciously and questioned "What?"

Hermione wiped her crimson face clear of sweat and muttered "Nothing." She started to walk away but Tom pulled her back, his gray eyes a tornado.

"What did you say." Repeated Tom, more of a statement then a question. Hermione stared right back into hsi gray eyes, a tornado in a sea. She did not know why she repeated her question, but she did. Maybe she wanted a friend, or maybe she was pulled in by those gray eyes. But more or less, the reason was probably that her stomach was tumbling, waiting for her to ask the question.

"Do you want to go to Hogsmeade tomorrow?" Questioned Hermione in an even tone but added as an after thought "As friends, of course."

Tom looked at Hermione suspiciously and then muttered "No."

"Why?" Questioned Hermione. Now that she had asked, she wanted him to come for sure.

"I've never been to Hogsmeade before." Mumbled Tom truthfully.

"OH." Said Hermione, thinking. "Well, then you should come. You need to get out of Hogswarts, however much you love it. Unless of course you have something planned." Added Hermione, remembering what Dumbledore had said about Tom's -er- Voldemort's Death Eater meetings.

"No, nothings happening tomorrow." Said Tom but Hermione did not believe him.

"You're coming, whether you like it or not! Now, I'll meet you at the Great Hall entranceway tomorrow at 11:00 sharp. You'd better be there." Said Hermione as she reached her dorm. With a last smirk at Tom she trotted into her dorm, ready to pull out a good book.

Tom stared at her wondering why he was letting a girl, especially a girl whos parents and friends had been murdered by himself, was forcing him into what she wanted. For Tom knew that he was going to Hogsmeade tomorrow. After all, he'd just tell Bruce to cancel the meeting.

Hermione sat down in her dorm, breathing heavily. She had tried to bury her face in a book, but she was not in the mood. She had already done her homework and practised all of her charms. She attempted to transfer a dead spider into a dead toad but could not do it.

Truth be told, Hermione was ashamed at herself. She had just asked the murderer of her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Professor Lupin, Harry's parents, Cedric Diggory, and so many more to Hogsmeade. And she knew she wanted to be with him, however bad his intentions. She wondered what her parents would say, but forced the thought from her head. She would have a good time tomorrow, whatever would happen. She would feel no guilt.

Unfortunately, Hermione believed herself as much as she believed that Tom had intentioned to become good. It was a useless hope.

I know who I want to take me home

I know who I want o take me home

Take me home

At Closing Time

Greenday

Authors Note: So, how was the chapter! Hogsmeade trip will be the next chapter and I will TRY to uploda it quicker then usual. Please R&R and I am thankful for all the good reviews I've received. I read them and immediatly began to write!

Opal Whisps of Fire