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When I'm fucked up, that's the real me

When I'm fucked up, that's the real me, babe

-The Hills, The Weeknd

Hermione's lips parted, eyes wide as she stared at the frighteningly handsome man before her. Her mind was a jumbled mess at the moment, taking quite some time to process just what had happened. She blinked, slowly looking around the room, eyes flickering over the other two occupants who stood at either wall. Hermione had a feeling that one more was at the door behind her.

She'd been in her car. She had just gotten off of the phone with Theo when someone had started choking her. She sharply inhaled as she realized that whoever that was had been in her car since she left Draco's. They'd snuck in and waited for her…

Tom Riddle tilted his head, cold eyes regarding her as she stared at him in fear, her form shaking.

"You're so afraid," he murmured, brushing his thumb along her jaw "…why is that, I wonder?"

Her shoulder's relaxed a fraction of an inch as he stepped away, straightening up to tower over her frame. She was sitting in a rather nice chair, hands and feet surprisingly not bound. They were in a grand office, the dark wood and big desk giving her a clue as to whose office they were in.

"Perhaps you saw something that you know you shouldn't have," he mused.

Hermione stared at him in confusion, not sure what he meant.

"What…?"

He moved towards her, lithe form tensed like a snake ready to strike as he knelt before her, eyes boring into her own. He reached up to brush a strand of hair out of her face, a lock of his own falling onto his forehead.

"Come now, love. Let's not play dumb," he spoke.

"I…I don't know what you're talking about," she quietly whispered.

She sharply inhaled as he pressed his fingers into her jaw, forcing a small whimper out of her. His face was only an inch away from her own,

"No?" he asked through clenched teeth, his sharp canines on display as he glared at her.

Hermione blinked, desperate to understand when it clicked. Her lips parted as she looked at him in realization.

"Ah, there it is…"

"I didn't see anything," Hermione firmly stated.

It was the truth, she hadn't seen anything. While a small part of her had certainly been curious, a much larger part refused to be stupid. She had only heard the arguing and the gunshot.

"It's the truth. I didn't see anything, I only heard arguing and then I left…"

Riddle stood, icy eyes resting on her as he backed away, leaning against his desk as he reached behind him to pick something up. It was a phone.

"Ask me if I believe you," he said, scrolling through what she now realized was her phone.

Hermione swallowed, heart racing as she fully began to realize the predicament that she was in. If Tom Riddle was involved in what she'd heard, then that meant he was dangerous. He was a powerful, dangerous man with a lot of money…who could probably get away with anything.

Hermione heard a click and lifted her eyes, only to gasp in shock, fear freezing her to the core as tears sprung to her eyes. His eyes ran over the gun held in his hands before the fell on her, lips pursed.

"You see, even if I wanted to believe you, I just can't take that chance," he said, walking towards her.

Hermione fought to breathe, eyes downcast as he continued.

"You see, I killed someone in that room…"

"No," she breathed.

"…I killed two people actually. Do you know why I'm telling you this?"

Hermione shook her head, heart skipping a beat when his hand came up to wrap around her throat forcing her head back, the tip of his gun pressed into her cheek. He looked down his nose at her, a cruel smirk on his lips.

"…because I'm not going to kill you," he confessed.

Hermione frowned in confusion, skeptical as he trailed the gun down her face, grazing it over her collarbone.

"I've decided that you're going to be very useful to me," he murmured.

Hermione narrowed her eyes, immediately shaking her head.

"If you think that I'd ever-."

She was cut off by a harsh slap to her face, blood immediately coating the inside of her mouth, tears spilling over. Her eyes were wide with shock and she grunted as his fingers tangled themselves in her hair, harshly pulling her to her feet.

"You know what's funny? You don't really have much of a choice," he spat.

The wind was knocked out of her as he threw her to the floor, and she looked up at him through her hair. She hated this man now more than ever. After having encountered him, finding out the truth about her father's business, and now this… Hermione exhaled, glaring at him.

"Why don't you just kill me?"

He grinned then, a sinister expression as he knelt over her frame, tucking his gun under her hair and flipping it away.

"I don't want to kill you, I want to use you," he said.

Before Hermione could reply, he jerked his head, and she felt a sharp pain in her head before everything went black.

Hermione woke up in her bed, the sunlight streaming in through her sheer blue curtains, forcing her to turn her head away. She groaned, head feeling like it just got run over by a freight train, the knocking only making it worse. She forced herself to sit, finally realizing that the knocking sound was someone banging on her door.

She stumbled through her house, finally swinging the door open, only to freeze as her brown eyes clashed with grey ones.

"Draco," she breathed.

He didn't reply, eyes focused on her face before they slowly descended down to her neck. He stepped inside, forcing her to back up as he slammed the door shut behind him. His fingers grazed the skin of her neck, and Hermione winced, the red ring around her throat ugly and raw.

"Who did this to you?"

His voice was quiet, barely concealed with an underlying anger. Hermione swallowed, wanting to be honest with him, but also not wanting to involve him in this. It was too dangerous…

"I stopped to get some gas and I was attacked. They tried to rob me, but the store clerk saw what was going on and ran outside to help. They ran off," she said with a shrug.

Draco exhaled, eyes hard as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his chest. He rested his chin on top of her head, fingers digging into her arms.

"I wish I had been there, I would have skinned them alive," he breathed.

"Draco," she admonished, pulling away to look at him with a frown.

He shook his head, fingers brushing over her cheek.

"I knew you should have stayed over. The very least, let me drive you home," he murmured.

Hermione gazed at him from beneath her lashes.

"Then I wouldn't have gotten any sleep," she said.

He chuckled, lips pulling into a smirk as he leaned down to kiss her.

"You say that like it's a bad thing," he whispered against her mouth.

Hermione pulled away, looking down. She hadn't slept with Draco since the night of the shooting. It wasn't that she didn't want to. Why would she not? She could confidently say that it was the best sex she'd ever had, and she'd be a fool to not want a repeat as soon as possible. The timing had just never seemed right.

He brought his fingers to her chin, lifting her face.

"Unless it is a bad thing…"

"No," she hurried to say "I…like having sex with you. It was great."

"I'm sensing a 'but'…"

Hermione heaved a sigh, turning her face away.

"I'm not very…experienced like you are…," she began.

Draco scoffed in mock outrage.

"…and just what is that supposed to mean?"

Hermione gave him a look, a small smile on her lips as she scrunched her nose.

"No offense, Draco, but…you're kind of a slut," she whispered, crossing her arms over her chest.

His mouth fell open, face dramatic as he leaned away.

"I've done my research on you, Mr., and you have the quite the…resume," she chuckled.

He stepped away, stomping his foot before shoving his hand into his pocket.

"Correction…I was kind of a slut. I find myself growing fond of you," he said, reaching out and pulling her against him.

"I'm glad for that, but my point is that before you, I'd only had sex a total of two times. This kind of lifestyle is still very new to me," she mumbled.

He sighed.

"Let me guess? The former boyfriend?"

"The former boyfriend and the dreaded hookup who mustn't be named," she said.

Draco suddenly grabbed her hand, pulling her towards her dining room table before lifting her onto it. He settled himself in between her legs, eyes resting on hers before gently pressing his lips to her bruised cheek.

"Tell me about him…"

She frowned.

"The hookup?"

"No, silly rabbit. The boyfriend," he clarified.

Hermione tensed.

"Why?"

He reached up, kneading her shoulder, attempting to get her to relax.

"This is why. You feel how tense you are? He obviously meant a lot to you, and he obviously did some damage…"

Hermione sighed.

"He broke my heart. That's pretty much all it is to it. He cheated on me three times with the same girl, and then ended up running off with said girl to America, leaving me here to pick up the pieces of myself," she whispered.

Draco exhaled with a shake of his head, clearly disagreeing with those actions.

"…and you loved him?"

"More than anything. I loved him all my life," she confessed.

"You want to know what else contributed to this heartbreak?"

She waited for him to continue.

"It was a childhood love, a fantasy love. You probably idolized him since you were children, placing him up onto this pedestal, believing that he could do no wrong in your eyes. The fall was that much harsher when the truth finally came out…"

Hermione nodded, accepting this for it was the truth.

"Love only brings pain, Hermione," he suddenly said.

Hermione looked up, eyes wide as she processed his words, her eyes connecting with his.

"Do you really believe that?"

Draco shrugged.

"I'm not bitter enough to believe that's true in every case, but in my world… Love is used to hurt people, to hinder them. It's a weakness…a weapon, and I've seen many people die at the hands of it."

Hermione looked down, taking this in with a heavy heart. Ron may have broken her heart, but she wasn't sure if she could ever close herself off to the possibility of loving another. She was always a 'rather to have loved and lost' kind of person.

Draco's fingers trailing down her arm brought her out of her reverie.

"I assume you don't have class today?"

Hermione shook her head, and Draco smiled.

"Get dressed. We're going out?"

"Where?" Hermione asked as he shuffled her into her room.

"Well?"

Hermione stared at her reflection with wide eyes, taking in the black lace that hugged her figure. She ran her hands down her frame…

"This one is…nice," she sheepishly said.

She heard Draco huff.

"That's what you said about the last five, Hermione."

"Well…they're all nice," she responded.

Hermione had never been to this store before. It was some sort of upscale lingerie store, and to say Hermione was overwhelmed was an understatement. Victoria's Secret was what she'd considered to be fancy lingerie, but this store… It was filled with all sorts of bustiers, teddies, and intricate one pieces that she was positive no one would ever have sex in because they were far too complicated to take off.

She was in a private dressing room that was really the size of a small bedroom, Draco sitting out in the spacious viewing area. She was sure that she was meant to step out, seeing as the sitting area was surrounded in mirrors, but she was too self-conscious for that.

He sighed before she heard him just outside of the door. He knocked once, and Hermione spun around.

"Open up because I'm convinced that you don't know how to try these things on," he said.

She scoffed, just barely opening the door to give him a glimpse. He sighed, lightly hitting her hands away before forcing himself into the room, closing the door behind him. Hermione twiddled her fingers as his eyes rested on her.

"Well?"

Draco didn't respond, and Hermione found herself growing nervous as he took a step towards her. He brought his hand up to his lips, blond hair falling into his face, eyes darkening with poorly concealed hunger. He tilted his head to the side, heated gaze meeting her own.

"Oh, no, no, no," she said, backing up and holding a hand out.

"Come on, baby. I just want to see what it looks like on the floor, is all," he chuckled, fingers intertwining with her own.

"Draco…we cannot have sex here," she hissed, back hitting the wall as he stepped closer.

"Can't or won't?" he asked, hooking his finger under the ban of her underwear, and letting it snap back against her skin.

"Draco…"

His lips brushed against hers before he pulled away.

"Tell me no, and I'll go back outside like a good little boy," he whispered.

Hermione swallowed, eyes raking over him before she leaned up towards him, but he pulled away just a bit, chuckling at her frown. Hermione reached up, fingers clumsily unbuttoning his shirt. Draco pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth as the material slipped off of his shoulders, fingers immediately digging into her waist.

"God, I want to rip this off of you," he murmured against her neck "…but I really want to see you in it again."

Miraculously, they were both able to get the lace contraption off of her in one piece, and it wasn't long before her back was slamming into the wall with her legs wrapped around his waist. She ran her nails down his back, his mouth leaving marks all over the skin of her neck and chest. His mouth closed over her breast, hips thrusting against hers, and she gasped.

"You have to be quiet," he whispered in her ear.

She lightly hit his arm, eliciting a chuckle from him just before he spun them around, pressing her back onto the fancy chase lounge.

Hermione stared in awe as Ginny stepped onto the platform, her reflection staring back at her from the three mirrors in front of her. The red head ran her hands down the mermaid style gown, the fancy material hugging her figure. She clipped the veil onto her hair before throwing it over her face, turning around to face Hermione.

The curly-haired girl stood, stepping towards her friend with a small smile.

"You look like a princess, Ginny."

Ginny grinned, stepping off of the platform.

"Really? It looks good? It's not too tight or anything right? I was so worried about that, and about that cut as well. My breasts are kind of on the smaller side and-."

Hermione cut her off, grabbing her hands.

"It's perfect, Ginny. You look positively amazing. Harry might die at the altar," Hermione said.

Ginny let out a shaky breath.

"I can't believe this is really happening. The wedding is only three months away," Ginny breathed.

"I know. Time just seems to be flying by…"

"Hey…" Ginny rested her hand on Hermione's arm "…thank you for coming today."

Hermione frowned.

"Why wouldn't I? I told you that I would…"

"I know, but…that was before…," Ginny trailed off.

Hermione sighed.

"I really am sorry, Hermione. I was just worrying, but you were right. You're an adult who can make your own decisions, and I shouldn't get so worked up over something as silly as who you spend your free time with. I just…you know how I am about my gut…"

"Oh, here we go," Hermione chuckled.

"Hey, hey…," Ginny chuckled "…Have we ever doubted my gut before?"

"No," Hermione sighed.

"Has my gut ever been wrong?"

"…no," Hermione reluctantly responded.

"You say that you trust, Theo, and I'll believe you. You tell me how great of a friend he's been to you, I'll believe you, because I trust you…but I don't trust him," Ginny whispered.

Hermione sighed.

"No, hear me out. This will be the last time, I promise."

Hermione looked up to meet Ginny's eyes. Ginny's gaze was serious, almost troubled.

"I have a bad feeling about him. I always have, and it hasn't let up, not once. I just want you to be careful, and at least consider what I say," she softly said.

"There's always a first time for everything, though, right Gin?"

"This is true, and I hope that you're right. For your sake, I hope that I am wrong…"

Draco grinned, eyes glinting with mischief as everyone else around the table groaned. The blond male reached out to grab the large pile of cash, dragging it over to his corner of the table. Hermione rolled her eyes, bringing her drink to her lips with a shake of her head. She crossed one of her legs over the other, causing the black silk dress to ride up her thigh just a bit. Draco's eyes followed the movement, before they flitted upwards to connect with her own, causing her face to heat up.

He turned back around just as another young man at the table complained.

"I call bullshit, Malfoy. There's no way…," the dark-haired male trailed off.

Draco's lips pulled into a slow smirk, his hand finding its familiar place on her thigh, thumb grazing against her warm skin.

"What can I say? Some of us are just lucky, I guess," he taunted, his eyes, the color of storm clouds, coming to rest on her, something unfamiliar swirling in their depths.

She looked away with a scoff. Draco had enough money to give away and still have plenty left over. She never understood what pleasure he could possibly find in gambling. At least, that was until he confessed one night that he enjoyed taking money from snobby jerks. She then pointed out that he was, in fact, a snobby jerk. His oh-so-clever response to that was, 'Exactly. It takes one to know one, and that's how I know they deserve it'.

She watched as he collected his money, eyes lifting as she felt like she was being watched. Her gaze met the dark gaze of the dark-haired man who'd spoken. His eyes passed between the two of them before a devilish smirk graced his lips.

"Feel like upping the stakes, Malfoy?"

Draco scoffed, leaning back in his seat, hands folder over his stomach as he regarded the other male with cold eyes.

"Trying to clean out your entire trust fund, Flint? I doubt you have anything left to offer, I'd feel bad for taking all of your fucking money…"

The guy name Flint rested his eyes on her as he jerked his head in her direction.

"Put her on the table. I want a night with your lucky charm over there…"

Hermione's eyes widened, several pairs of eyes falling on her. She glanced at Draco, part of her afraid that he might consider it. Only, she was surprised to find his dark gaze locked onto the other man, jaw clenched.

"I like a little risk and fun, Flint, but that isn't happening," he spoke, his hard voice covered with a thin calm layer.

Flint spread his arms out as he leaned back, a sleazy grin on his lips.

"Aw, come on, Malfoy. Afraid you'll lose for once?"

"She's not up for grabs. This is nonnegotiable," Draco spat.

Flint raised his eyebrows in surprise, looking around at the other occupants with a chuckle.

"Well I'll be… You've bet many a ladies before, and you've never lost, might I add. What's so special about this one?"

Draco suddenly stood, clearly having enough of this conversation as he grabbed her hand and pulled her up with him.

"She must be great in bed, a real keeper. Don't worry, I'll find out for myself soon enough…"

Draco's nostrils flared, spinning around as he reached into the inside of his suit jacket, eyes flashing. Hermione grabbed his arm, pressing herself into him.

"Draco, no!"

Her grip on his arm tightened as he glared at the other man, said man simply grinning as he too had stood, hand resting on something behind his back.

"I want to go home…please," she begged.

Draco's eyes flickered to her before he reluctantly dropped his arm, glaring at Flint one last time before dragging her out. Her back was pressed against his car as soon as they reached it, his lips on hers as he ran his hands up and down her figure, fingers digging into her waist.

"Draco," she murmured just as he pulled away, walking around to his side.

She quickly got in, troubled eyes flicking towards him every now and then as he drove her home.

Hermione watched as he raced down the street, the sound of his car fading away. She heaved a sigh, shaking her head at the night's turn of events when she noticed a sleek black SUV pulling up to the curb. Hermione's heart sank, an uneasy feeling in her stomach as a man exited the vehicle, opening the back door, gaze resting on her own.

She swallowed, positive as to who the vehicle belonged to. She stood at her doorstep for a total of three minutes before reluctantly taking a step forward. She tensed as the quiet man closed the door behind her, soon speeding down the street. The windows were tinted, and Hermione wrapped her arms around herself as she prepared herself for the worst.

Riddle had stated that he had no intentions of killing her, instead using her, but she was also sure that he wasn't trustworthy. A thin layer of sweat had begun to break out over her skin, heart pounding as the driver pulled into the driveway of a large mansion. Before she had time to process it, her door was being opened, and she was being yanked out of the car. She stumbled in her heels, frame bumping into the man roughly holding her.

He chuckled, and Hermione looked up, eyes widening in shock. It was the same man from earlier at the poker table, the one who'd wanted Draco to bet her instead of money. Flint, she remembered. Her nerves skyrocketed as he dragged her inside. Hermione didn't have time to even glance at the grand interior as she soon found herself alone in a room with the man himself.

Riddle nodded to Flint, the other man closing the door behind him, leaving Hermione alone. There was a brief moment of silence before he eventually spoke.

"Tomorrow, you will officially start working for me. I've got the perfect job for you. You're an innocent looking good girl, so…you'll be perfect…"

Hermione clenched her fists, jaw clenching as she glared at him, the man who'd ruined everything for her family.

"…and if I don't? What are you going to do, kill me?"

He smirked, eyes glinting with poorly concealed glee.

"I figured you'd say that. Come here, I want to show you something," he curled his index finger towards himself.

Hermione walked towards him, tensing when he rested his hands on her shoulders, stationing her in front of an iPad that was set up on a small table by the window. Hermione stared at the house on the screen, eyes curious before they eventually widened, her entire frame freezing.

She watched as a familiar car pulled into the driveway, Mr. Weasley getting out and shuffling into the house. Her eyes caught hold of the red dot at the top left of the screen, indicating that this…was live. She inhaled as the man behind her pressed his fingers into her skin.

"It will only take one word from me…one signal, and my men will go in there and take away all that you hold dear. I do believe that Ginny and…Harry, is it? I do believe that they're staying at her parents' house tonight. It would be such a shame, especially with that big wedding coming up in only a few months…"

Hermione jerked away from him, arms wrapping around herself, avoiding his eyes.

"A car will be outside of your house tomorrow night. I don't like to be kept waiting," he threatened.

Hermione didn't respond, and he took that as an affirmation.

"Come, let me introduce you to some people you'll be seeing a lot of," he said, leading her out of his office.

She reluctantly followed him down a long hallway, passing several living room style rooms that were filled with people laughing and drinking. He entered a basement style room, stepping down the short three steps, and Hermione followed. She faintly recognized that Riddle was speaking, but Hermione's wide eyes were focused on something else entirely.

A pretty brunette sat on the lap of a young man, her short figure-hugging dress riding up her legs, the male's hand resting on her knee. His other hand was occupied, holding a rolled up twenty in between his fingers as he leaned over, pressing his nose against the end to quickly inhale the two lines of the white powdery substance laid out on the mirror. He tilted his head back, mouth parted as his gaze rested on the ceiling, his dark hair falling away from his face. Hermione frowned, vision blurry as her brown eyes clashed with his, the color of blueberries.

"Teddy?"

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