A/N: Hehe. Guess who couldn't leave this story alone and decided to continue it? I'll update at least once a week :)
In the morning, Hermione was not having it. She had woken up extremely sore and her head felt like she had a massive hangover. Letting out a long, loud groan, she looked around to see that she was in her room. Her head was pounding as she looked around, dazed and groggy, to pinpoint what she could remember that caused her woeful situation.
The sound of her shower being turned off was an indicator that she was not alone, The door to the bathroom opened up and out walked a tall, muscular boy only clad in a white towel covering his lower half.
He met her eyes and a smile bloomed across his face. "Hello, my dear wife. Did you have a nice sleep?"
That's when she remembered everything. The boy- Tom Riddle- performed some kind of ritual on her and now she was his wife apparently. She also had the best sex in her whole life. Riddle really knew how to fuck, and she wasn't that surprised, or disappointed for that matter.
"No, someone, inconsiderately, decided to force me to bond with them into fucking marriage and absolutely railed me. I'm not going to be able to fucking walk, Riddle," she snapped irritably, her eyes flashed with contempt at him. Hermione Granger was very pissed off.
Tom continued to smile, completely unfazed by her harsh words. "Now, now, my dear. That's no way to treat the man who made you come several times and gave you- how did you phrase it? Ah yes, 'best sex in your whole life'. And don't fear darling, there will be more time for us to fuck." His eyes trailed down her body, which was covered with a loose, translucent blanket. "In fact, we can have round two right now."
Despite the heat that suddenly entered her core, she really needed to decline, for her pussy's sake. She had taken a pounding and was extremely sore. Also, he was the Dark Lord and apparently it's a very poor idea to fuck the very man you're trying to kill.
"Don't worry, dear, I can be gentle. Also, you had no issues with fucking the Dark Lord last night and you had a great time, no need to start getting your thong in a twist now."
She turns and glares at him. "Can you not read my mind? It's fucking annoying and kinda creepy. Also, very unsexy. Clingy invasive guys are super unsexy."
He clearly didn't two shits about Hermione said; it was in one ear and out the other kind of deal. Instead of responding to her hostile and somewhat unsavory accusations, he made the decision to drop the towel, leaving him completely on display for the Head Girl to see.
Now, keep in mind that Hermione didn't get a very good look at him last night, due to her being extremely horny and the fact that they were fucking in a dark library where she could only really make out his face. So, this was technically the first time she saw his cock. And her first thought was 'Holy fuck, his cock is fucking huge.'
Her assessment, per usual, was correct. He was incredibly well endowed. Ten inches flaccid, he has Ron beat by a good five inches.
Tom finally dropped the smile, his face soured and nose wrinkled in disgust. "Please don't think about this 'Ron' character while you're looking at my dick, would ya? It's killing the mood."
As expected, that made her think even harder about Ron, anything to piss off Riddle and make him regret being listening to her thoughts without her consent. It was awfully childish of her to do that, but she wasn't in the best state of mind and apparently it was the only thing she could come up with at the time. No one could really blame her for struggling to come up with a more elaborate and Hermione Granger-like plan, she had had a rough night and woke up in an impossible situation. She was really trying her best to just make it five more minutes, then she could repeat that exact survival process. It helped her survive Snape's potions class, it would help her survive fucking Voldemort. Well, Tom Riddle here, technically.
With that last thought, a lightbulb went off in her head.
"Wait, wait, wait," Hermione said suddenly, ceasing any thoughts of Ron and turning towards Riddle, "Who are you?"
He blinked at her, clearly not believing the words she was saying. "What do you mean 'who am I'? I'm Tom Riddle, Dark Lord, Voldemort. You've literally thought my name several times and even said it out loud a few. You yelled it when I made you cum."
She chose to ignore his last statement. "No, I mean, which Tom Riddle are you?"
He eyed her like she's insane, like straight out of St. Mungos insane. She let out an irritated sigh. "Like are you Tom Riddle from right now, just not snake-faced? Or are you from before 1998?"
It dawned on Tom then, what exactly she meant. "Oh! I'm from the 40's, the war was still happening right before I came here," he then paused for a moment before asking, "Also, what do you mean by 'snake-faced'? Is that some kind of euphemism or accusation of character?"
"No, your face looks exactly like a fucking snake at this point in time. No nose, just slits and you're pasty as fuck. It's fucking disgusting and part of the reason no one wants to be a Death Eater. You can either be a dick or ugly, not both," she stated in a matter of fact tone, refusing to spare any of his feelings or ego. To twist the knife even further, she forced an image of Voldemort's well-known and feared face to the forefront of her mind.
She didn't give enough shits to actually regret or consider the fact she just trash talked the Tom Riddle.
The expression on his face solidified her lack of regret. Her harsh words and description of how he looked clearly did a number on him. "I look like a snake?" he asked, flabbergasted.
Inwardly, she was cackling at his suffering. "Wait, so you didn't choose to look like that? You're this all powerful wizard or some shit and you can't even keep your appearance?" she goads, trying to hide her glee at his suffering.
"Why the fuck would I chose to look like that?" he hissed…
… like a snake, Hermione thought, pushing the thought out so he could hear it loud and clear.
"Oh, shut the fuck up, would ya?" he snapped at her, eyes flashing with panic and anger. "I'm over here trying to keep my bloody hair and nose and you're fucking laughing at me."
"What else would I be doing? Pitying you? You bound me to you without my consent and you're not getting any goddamn pity from me!" she snaps at him, her demeanor changing within an instant.
He rolled his eyes at her as he walked right next to where she was sitting on her bed. "Oh, fuck off! No one gives two shits, dear. You're bound to me and that's the safest place for you considering you're a Mudbl-"
That's when Hermione decided to take matter into her own hands and pull back a fist. She launched it straight at his face before he could finish his sentence.
A sickening crack filled the air and Tom cried out in pain.
"Don't you dare finish that fucking sentence, Riddle," Hermione stated in a low and threatening voice. She wasn't playing. "I don't fuck with racist dickwads and I've been called that goddamn word enough times that I don't have any fucking tolerance for it. And you have the audacity to get pissed at Malfoy for calling me a goddamn slur, but you turn around and say the same fucking thing. Bold coming from a guy that's a halfblood, I'm not the only one they'd kill if they had the chance."
A torrent of expressions crossed Tom's face; disbelief, panic, hate. However, the most predominant emotion that crossed his face was rage. He was beyond pissed.
As Tom opened his mouth, most likely to yell at Hermione and make her regret her word, her alarm clock goes off.
"Shit! I forgot!" Hermione exclaimed and turned to Tom, "Give me my wand! I have class today and I can't be late, I already missed breakfast."
He gazed at her with apprehension. "Why the fuck would I give you your wand?"
"Because I need to get rid of the soreness so I can walk straight," she stated in a matter of fact tone, "And I've never missed a day of school unless something was massively wrong, so by that association everyone will know something's up and immediately come to investigate. Also, Ron and Harry will be here within the next thirty seconds and will barge down the door if I don't come out. A lot of possibilities that wouldn't end well for you. Now, give me my fucking wand, Riddle."
He begrudgingly handed her her wand. She immediately casted a spell for soreness and her limbs relaxed, sending a pulse of warmth through her.
Right at that moment, a loud knock rang out. "Oi, Mione! Hurry up! We'll be late to the greasy bat's class and he looked like he had a broom up his arse during breakfast," Ron's familiar nasally voice announced.
Hermione rolled her eyes before turning to Tom. "That's my cue."
Casting a quick spell, she suddenly had her Gryffindor uniform on and her hair was done in her usual style of somewhat controlled chaos. She rushed out the door and quickly shut it behind her, in an attempt to stop the boys from peaking in.
She greeted the boys before stating that she had to find Professor Dumbledore immediately. She made a beeline to his office, leaving the boys to go to Snape's room for potions.
Hermione continually glanced behind her, afraid that Tom would suddenly be suspicious of her quick departure and realize she wasn't quite telling the truth and that she was going to completely fuck up any chance of him remaining unnoticed within Hogwarts's walls.
She needed to figure out the exact nature of the spell that he inflicted on her and how she could break it. Using what little information Riddle told her, she knew she was somehow bonded to him. She had never really studied bonding spells, considering them barbaric and sexist, so she genuinely had no idea what kind of predicament she had gotten herself into. The Brightest Witch of her age found herself completely in the dark and clueless.
Reaching the entrance to Dumbledore's office, she whispered the password before quickly entering. "Professor, we must speak immediately. It's an emergency."
The elder wizard lifted his head from above a pot of Pensieve before turning towards her. "Hermione, dear, how have you been?" he asked cheerfully with a twinkle in his eye, completely oblivious to the fact she was about to tell him some truly horrible news.
She had to stop herself from cringing at him saying 'dear'."Professor, we have a serious issue," she emphasized, trying to get him to understand that he had to mentally steel himself for what he was about to hear.
His face went stoic and his eyes went cautious, preparing for her next words. "Hermione, what's happened?"
She swallowed as her heart went a thousand miles per hour. "Tom Riddle has traveled from the past to the present, and he's bonded with me."