Title:
Dark, White, and Milk
Author: Lunalelle
Rating:
G
Characters: Hermione, Tom Riddle (Lord Voldemort)
Prompt:
017: Brown
Word count: 327 words
Summary: Tom
gives Hermione a gift.
Notes: Just something a little
light-hearted for Valentine's Day... particularly because I'm
feeling blue. Also could be in the Do you trust me? universe
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Hermione knew what to anticipate on the morning of Valentine's Day. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Her dorm mates were already giggling over something red and sparkly, she was sure, but she hadn't been in this Hogwarts long enough to make friends beyond the classroom, much less someone who would give her roses or chocolates or whatever.
She felt oddly lacking - she knew she shouldn't. Valentine's Day wasn't about this rampant desire to flaunt your honey, and she knew that. But the people flaunting their honeys looked so happy and smug, and she could only wish that there was someone...
"Hermione," Laurel whispered, grinning over the sausages during breakfast. "You have an admirer."
"Don't be..." Hermione thought for a moment that it was a harmless prank, but she looked up, and a school owl swooped down to deposit a dark red tin in her eggs. Laurel raised her eyebrow slyly.
"Did any of you...?" Hermione asked. She got along well enough with her year, even if there was a little strain of newness.
"No," Laurel said. "But someone's bound to be watching if you look around. What's inside? Come on, come on, don't keep the gooses waiting."
Hermione pried open the top of the tin. Squares of fudge, white, milk, dark, peanut butter, a solid variety of fudge were piled neatly inside. A white note card stark against the chocolate read simply, "For you, T."
Hermione's heart dropped to her stomach, and she quickly formed every single wand-based diagnostic on the sweets before twisting around and looking at the Slytherin table. Tom Riddle wasn't looking at her - he was talking to Avery, as usual - but Hermione could not help but think that he looked too pleased with himself.
She looked back at the chocolate, and her mind dwelled on his face for a moment with a combination of distaste, distress, and annoyance.
Then, picking up a pick of the darker fudge, she thought, What the hell.
