So I'm terrible because it's literally been three months since I've posted anything but we can definitely blame school because my last semester was killing me. I had to finish this chapter and let you guys know that I'm not just going to leave you hanging because I just love Tomione too much and love these characters that i have created too much. I've literally been dreaming about this story. I know this one is kind of short but I have time on my hands for the next few weeks so I can promise updates and promise no more long breaks like the one I just subjected you all too and I hope you can all rate and forgive me.
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Tom Riddle's Diary No. 388
However such a cursed book was able to pass these very walls is unknown to me. This book holds more cursed secrets than those which Grindlewald went to his grave with. The only way this book could have made it into the school was with Barty. Barty is the only man who could have had his hands on this book with the smarts enough to know what it was for. He must have hidden it before his identity was revealed.
The stupid girl almost realized the book's true power, had I of known this book was in the depths of this school I would have arrived much sooner. This book holds secrets that would lead Dumbledore to kill even his precious boy over. The spells and potions in this book lay at no easy feat, to even begin to master the works and magic in this book would take all year. Not to mention finding the ingredients and objects, some of which might take months to prepare.
Dumbledore is unaware that I know of all of his secrets, especially those that keep him alive in such dark ways, his horcruxes. It is imperative that with this book I might begin searching for them, I must speak with The Banesmen, they will know if Fenir and his men and made any moves. I can't afford to go looking for his horcruxes without first knowing the secrets that this book holds. If I were to move to quickly he might become suspicious. I've no idea what wards be must have on these items, I might be able to use the girl for more than just simply luring the man. If she can be tricked into helping me receive these items, and even completing the spells in the book, she might become or more use than I could have hoped for.
Hermione felt a sense of dread wash over her body as she woke up, she had Defense Against the Dark Arts today. She couldn't fathom getting up and seeing her professor's face again. Hermione knew she had to get up, she knew she had to go to her classes and interact with everyone, but her body was still in a semi-state of shock. Her stomach was tangled and twisted and she was positive that any hope she had at keeping food down today was gone. A part of her body was convinced that last night had all been another bad dream and that it had simply never happened. Why would a grown man, her professor, even make a half-way glance at someone like herself?
Her bushy hair felt slightly past her shoulders, though with each year it did seem to get less fluffy it certainly never decreased. It still frizzed out and took a monumental amount of time and potion to get it into anything but it's normal bushy state. While her body certainly wasn't large in any way, it didn't hold any special curves either. Her breasts were certainly nothing special (unlike that of Nina Chibbar whose breasts seem to catch the eye of even the girls who walked past her) and her arse held just the same appeal. Hermione was simply the girl whose face you passed over without a second glance, so why had her professor, chosen to place any attention on her?
Hermione looked at her watch which lay next to her bed and decided that if she wasn't going to be late for any of her classes she needed to get up. There wasn't enough time to play with a brush through her hair so she quickly tied it up as she ran down into the Great Hall to join her friends for the last ten minutes of Breakfast.
"I can't believe how late you slept in, you came back from detention so early." Ginny said as Hermione sat down, pouring herself a goblet of Pumpkin juice.
"We did a lot of heavy lifting last night…" She was trying to fight the urge to turn red but she could feel her blood simmer beneath her skin.
It took Hermione a second to understand why she felt her skin crawling the way it was, she turned and found herself staring straight into the eyes of Professor Riddle. He sat at the professor's table, his fingers drumming the table as he stared daggers into her skin. Hermione turned her head, her skin felt warm at where she could feel his eyes. Should I say something to Professor McGonagall? No, I don't want to cause any drama. This year is supposed to be problem free. I'll just tell him I'm not interested, I'll just tell him I am uncomfortable.
"I forgot to tell you, Cormac told me that the Ministry is going to be hosting a ball this winter." Hermione grabbed for anything to take her mind and the subject off her professor.
"A ball? Since when does the ministry want to host balls for Hogwarts?" Harry asked, his attention piked.
"I'm not sure, Cormac said it was to celebrate our first winter without Grindlewald."
"Why would Cormac even tell you that?' Ginny asked curiously.
"He wanted me to go to the ball with him," She mumbled, suddenly becoming interested in her goblet.
The table went silent for a second before Harry, Ron, and Ginny all burst out laughing. Hermione turned red and sat her goblet down on the table hard. She glared silently at them all before a small giggle escaped her lips and she found herself laughing with them. The large clock in front of the hall tolled loudly ceasing their laughter as they begun to get up and get ready for class. Hermione's stomach churned as she stood up. At least she had Magical Maladies and Transfiguration to prepare her for class that lay ahead.
Hermione took her time walking, she knew she might be a minute or so late but she wasn't concerned. She was never late and her professors knew it, she wouldn't get in trouble. Soon the corridor emptied and Hermione found herself making her way to her classroom in the sweet silence and emptiness of Hogwarts old halls. It was quickly interrupted.
"Well if it isn't the Mudblood. Bit stupid to be walking around by yourself now aren't you? Surely you haven't forgotten Mudbloods aren't to be caught walking without a wizard of pure blood." Malfoy's voice pierced the silence. Hermione slowly began reaching her hand into the pocket of her robe.
"Ah ah ah…not so fast Granger. One more move towards your wand and I'll blast your hand off." Hermione felt her skin prickle. "Turn around."
Hermione turned around and found herself standing only a couple feet away from Draco Malfoy, his blonde hair had been slicked back and his bright blue eyes glared brightly at her.
"How just like you Malfoy, to pull a wand on a girl with her back turned." She smarted her mouth, too angry to know to keep her mouth closed.
His wand flitted with dark red sparks at her comment and he walked closer to her, his wand pressed up into her throat. She wasn't stupid, she knew one more word out of her mouth and she might be in the hospital wing. She consciously heard herself gulp as the tip pressed hard into the base of her neck and she watched a tick in his cheek while his eyes glinted with malice.
"Watch your tongue Mudblood. Grindlewald may be gone but that doesn't mean his rules don't hold dear with his followers. You don't know what's to come of those like you, this war isn't even close to being over-"
"Mr. Malfoy, you'll remove your wand from Miss Granger's neck immediately." Hermione felt her stomach drop to her feet, his voice was hostile, cold.
The wand fell from her neck and Hermione felt the hairs on her neck stand as she turned and saw Professor Riddle, his body held power beyond anything Hermione could have felt, it rolled off his body in waves. His face was blank but his eyes were dark and lips seemed to press together. There was no question to it, his anger was like black ice, unseen until you felt it, dangerous and cold.
"I won't have you threatening my students Malfoy. Fifty points from Slytherin and you've earned yourself a spot in detention with Professor McGonagall for the next month. Get out of my sight before I change my mind and find a punishment much more fitting." His eyes became small slits of anger, the threat of his anger lingered in the air.
Malfoy's body puffed slightly, his body seemed to quake with anger before he quickly pocketed his wand and stalked off, muttering to himself. Hermione felt her body stiffen as she realized she was alone with Professor Riddle, but his body language didn't hold the same air it had last night. He was angry, his eyes still darkened with a small seething fury.
"Surely you of all people know better than to walk these hallways by yourself. Draco Malfoy, while senseless, is a threat nonetheless. Grindlewald's men still linger in these halls and you and your friends have made yourselves very close enemies of them, it would not do you well to find yourself alone. I won't be here to protect you all the time Hermione." His voice was irate, a father scolding a child.
"How would you know who follows Grindlewald or not sir?" Hermione felt bold.
"I know a great deal Hermione. My knowledge is not to be tested, however I question yours." He was calming down, but his voice till held a tint of annoyance. He held his hand out guiding Hermione towards her classroom.
"You needn't walk me to my class sir, I'll be on my guard now." She said, her gratitude of him saving her miffed by his insult towards her intelligence.
"I'll believe that when I see it Miss Granger." A small humorous smirk held his face, his hand still held forth. He wasn't going anywhere.
She stepped forward, continuing her way to her classroom. The walk there was silent, she could still feel a protective stance his in body as he walked next to her. His arm grazed hers as they walked and she felt the skins on her arm stand up every time his body skimmed against hers.
"Your classroom, Hermione." He walked up next to the door, his face still held a small smirk.
"Thank you Professor." She said, her voice formal.
He leaned down close to her, his hand on the doorknob as he stood behind the door as he opened it. His lips came grazed down to her ear as the door came forward.
"If it pleases you Hermione, you may call me Tom." His voice burned her insides as his lips grazed her ear before quickly walking away, his scent lingering long enough for Hermione to inhale it, her body threatened to collapse on her.
"He what?" Harry asked, his face tinted red as Hermione retold her accounts of meeting Malfoy in the corridor (careful to leave out what had happened afterwards).
"Professor Riddle happened to be walking by, if he hadn't, Malfoy would have cursed me to Nurse Pomfrey for the next month." She was doing her best to ignore the stabbing looks she was currently receiving from Malfoy and his cronies who sat across the transfiguration room from them.
"He's lucky we don't curse that bloody smirk off his damn face." Ron huffed from behind them, his arms crossed staring across the room at them.
"Don't look at them Ronald, you'll just egg them on. Draco isn't someone we want to mess with this year. What he said to me wasn't a joke, he knows too many dangerous people and things for us to make snide comments at him anymore. Professor Riddle was right, he's a threat." She pulled out her quill and parchment setting them on the desk in front of her.
"I wonder what he meant but this war isn't over." Harry said, however Hermione didn't get a chance to reply, Seamus had come and sat down next to Ronald behind them.
"Students, I hope you've been practicing you're rearrangement spells because we'll be practicing them today for grades." McGonagall walked in, her wand swishing her hand at the chalk board which began writing out the instructions for the spell.
Books flew across the classroom landing in front of each student for them to begin practicing on. The rearrangement spell was simple, it took whatever was in front of it and simply rearranged whatever the spell was directed at. Today they were practicing on books, rearranging the letters and words within them.
"I didn't know we were supposed to practice this. When did she say that?" Ron exclaimed from behind them.
"If you hadn't been so busy giving Draco the finger the other day you might have heard her say it." Hermione rolled her eyes.
Ron flicked his wand on his book angrily and it moved quickly across the table, whacking Seamus's book knocking them both off the table. Hermione bit her lip to hide a smile as Harry snickered next to her.
"I would ask you to show me how it's done but I'm sure you stayed up all night preparing it." Ron's voice sounded snarky as he picked up both books.
Hermione turned and sent Ron a glare as she swished her wand in a swirling motion and pointed it at her book.
"Experange Desarange." Hermione spoke clearly and the words in her book picked themselves up, floating across the page and arranging themselves beautifully across the page into a new story. Hermione beamed down at it, feeling exceptionally proud of her work. "Sometimes Ron, a little practice goes a long way."
After class, the trio walked out together making their way towards Defense Against the Dark Arts. Her stomach seem to twist at the thought of seeing her professor's face again. She wouldn't show it around Harry and Ron though, they would notice and it would be obvious the reason behind it. She did her best to carry herself with an air of nonchalance.
"I've gotta use the bathroom before we got to class again. My bladder's about to explode." Ron said, dodging off into the men's lavatory, leaving Harry and Hermione alone.
They sat quietly, Harry shifting back and forth on his feet while Hermione watched the many faces of students pass by, some saying hello. Hermione returning their waves with a smile.
"It's all different now isn't it?" Harry suddenly asked.
"What do you mean?" Hermione turned, Harry wasn't looking at her. He was staring off into the court yard. His eyes watched the birds that fluttered around in the large oak trees that littered the grounds.
"Us, it's all different now. We will never be the same. I'd always thought that once he was gone, once this was all over with. We would be so close, we would be so carefree. We would finish school and do everything together. I started realizing it when you and Ron stopped talking, after that it just hit me. We're so used to a life filled with not knowing what's next…not knowing what will happen tomorrow. What are we going to do now?" He turned to look at her, his green eyes blazing.
Hermione stared back at him, examining his face. The scar on his forehead was a prominent as ever, his hair lay all over the place. She noticed a small scar on the side of his cheek, barely noticeable. She would have thought it was a freckle if she hadn't been so closely examining him. He was right, Hermione had been thinking the same thing all summer. What was left for the golden trio in the world if they had nothing but the dull meaningless life of a medical healer and Auror's chasing wizards who used a bad curse every now and then?
"We will live Harry, that's all we can do now. We will take whatever lays ahead of us and no matter what, we will do our best to stick together." She said, looking out into the court yard herself.
Harry remained silent, he continued to stare at Hermione, examining her as she had him. They both knew that eventually, it would fall apart.
Hermione walked into the classroom eyeing the seats, perhaps she should sit in the back today, avoid being near Professor Riddle altogether. She took her seat at a desk seated towards the wall on the left side of the room. Harry and Ron sat in front of her, giving her odd looks as she sat down. She knew it was because she never usually sat in the back, if anything, Hermione would fight tooth and nail for a seat at the front. The chances of answering questions was much higher if her hand was waving in the professor's face. Hermione wasn't looking for that kind of attention today, she had no intentions of answering any questions or even looking at her professor if she could help it.
Hermione failed instantly, he walked into the room from behind her and she could feel him before she saw him. She turned her neck, feeling his electricity as he walked by her, his scent wafting by her. He didn't look at her as he strode to the front of the room, his body language quickly doing its job at silencing the room. By the time he had reached the front of the room Hermione could have heard crickets.
"Good morning, please pull out your books. We will be finishing our lecture on Dark Arts today and beginning with instruction on simple hexes and curses." His voice was softly commanding, it held such a voice of authority Hermione felt that ignoring or refusing him was simply not an option.
He continued on with his lecture, but as he continued on Hermione couldn't help but notice he was blatantly ignoring her. His eyes refused to fall on her, he never so much as glanced her way even when Harry (Surprisingly enough) answered a question. As minutes passed on, she found herself becoming increasingly annoyed. Why wouldn't he look at her? Was he upset with her? He had certainly put enough time into making Hermione severely uncomfortable and toying with her and now he wouldn't even glance past her?
By the time it was time for them to start practicing their hexes and curses Hermione felt like her skin was prickling beneath her. Her stomach was twisted into knots and it felt like it was trying to eat itself alive. She could feel it tangling into her surrounding limbs and up into her chest, mounting into an almost anxiety.
"Remember, speak clearly. If any of you hit a student I will deduct house points and I promise you, the curse will be reciprocated with due justice." The threat in his voice held.
Hermione raised her wand, she watched him walking nearby. Still, he refused to pay her even a simple nod of the head. She felt a surge of annoyance go through her and she looked forward at her Dummy. She squinted her eyes and held her hand steady as she waved it through the air.
"Terminaem Congresum!" Hermione spoke loudly, she could feel the magic surging through her arm before it hit her wand. The wand grew momentarily hot under hand, she felt the curse pulse beneath her sweaty fingers and watched it spiral out of the tip, directly onto the dummy.
The dummy was blown back into the wall by the strength of it, its head spinning as it cracked loudly against it. The dummy's face begin to pester with boils that spread quickly throughout it's skin, bubbling like water across it's surfaces.
"Blimey Hermione, how'd you learn to do it so quick?" Ron asked, his wand waving hastily in front of him. His curse feebly through the air smacking the dummy, Hermione watched as pimples grew across it's face.
Hermione turned and her face pinked as she saw that he hadn't even turned around to look at how well she had done. She huffed heavily and turned and repeatedly waved her wand through the air, striking the dummy repeatedly until finally he called class. She promptly stomped to her bag and tossed her wand into her bag. She refused to pay him any attention now, he was just playing with her. How dare he ruffle her and then just ignore her, she wasn't a toy and she refused to be treated as such.
Hermione's foul mood followed her throughout the rest of the day. She barely spoke to anyone around her and snipping at people when she did. It didn't take long for Harry and Ron to notice her mood and they quickly avoided her. They apparently had spoken to Ginny because even at dinner time Ginny spoke only spoke to her to ask for food and to ask say hello and goodbye. Hermione felt her stomach winding itself up again as she made her way down to Professor Riddle's classroom. Was he simply going to ignore her once she walked into the classroom tonight? Surely he wouldn't just sit in silence without even glancing at her? Perhaps he wouldn't even be in the room tonight, he had already shown Hermione what he had wanted done, he might just see that Hermione was there and leave.
Hermione's angry rant inside her head was stifled as she knocked on the door, her fist hit the door so hard she was sure it would almost crack her knuckle open. The door swung open as she pushed her fist to knock a third time. Professor Riddle stood at the door, an inquiring look on his face.
"Do you usually knock as if you are trying to break through the door Miss Granger?" He asked, an eyebrow raised as he held an arm out to welcome Hermione in.
She said nothing but walked past him briskly to the front of the room. If he wanted to ignore Hermione all day then act like everything was alright she could play it too. She wasn't some child that could be won over so easily. She set her things down on the desk and walked back into the storage room and without another word began to pick the room up. She could feel him standing in the door way, watching her as she looked around as if he wasn't there. She slammed books into their shelves and trash into the bin. It wasn't until thirty minutes later when her anger again began to escalate and she slammed a vial down so hard it shattered beneath her hand that he spoke.
"Is something troubling you Hermione?" He asked, his voice painted with sarcasm.
"Even if it was Professor, my personal life is certainly not of much concern to you is it?" She snipped, holding her hand. The glass had cut into her palm and it was now dripping blood onto the floor.
"Don't be smart with me Hermione. Your tongue will have much better uses later in life than snapping at me." He snipped back, his lips piercing together as he walked over and grabbed her hand.
She held her breath as he turned her hand over in his, his fingers running across her skin. Her vision seemed to swarm in her eyes as her head clouded at the feel of his skin. He removed his hand from her palm and placed it into his pocket to grab his wand. He pressed it into her palm, wordlessly, he mended the cut. His fingers ran across the area where she had been cut. Whatever qualms she might have had with him earlier had now disappeared. She gulped slowly, her heart beating loudly within her chest as she looked up and saw him inches from her face.
"I'll ask you once again Hermione, what seems to be bothering you tonight?" He held his grip upon her hand.
Hermione desperately wanted to look away, to look at anything but her professor. His eyes held her, it was almost as if they had a deep grip on her face. She opened her mouth to speak but found her words stuck in her throat as his face came closer, she thought she would choke if she didn't take a breath. His face was so closed now that if Hermione moved even a centimeter his lips would brush hers, he leaned past her lips and she exhaled slightly, relief that he hadn't kissed her.
"Were you upset that I paid you no attention today Miss Granger?" His lips brushed against her ear, her body shivered. His lips began to trail across her cheek and her hands began to shake, her skin growing hot and tender. She felt the need to pull away but her body refused, it wouldn't move. "You missed hearing my voice…feeling my eyes all over you?"
"Professor…" Hermione's voice was timid, small. She could barely hear it. She wanted to tell him to stop, but her entire being wanted to pull him closer and let him kiss her all over until her body was sore and swollen with his kisses.
"What did I tell you to call me?" He asked, his body pressed against hers, grabbing her hands. He pushed her back into the shelf, her hands pinned over her head. "Answer me Hermione."
"T-t-tom." She stuttered, her voice barely loud enough to reach her own ears. It was almost as if she were breathing instead of talking.
His lips were at her ear again, his breath hot against her skin. She was trying desperately to ignore the way her body was reacting to his touch but it wouldn't stop, she was pressing her body back against his. Trying her hardest to touch every inch of her skin to his, she wanted to feel it all. He could tell, he was taking advantage of her.
"Isn't this what you've been thinking about Hermione? What you've been thinking about all day," His breath skimmed down her neck, a small moan made it's way out of her lips. Her mind made no coherent thoughts, she didn't think she could speak even if she wanted too. "Answer me Hermione."
His lips skimmed down her neck, his fingers digging into her wrists. Her body writhed as he used one hand to hold both her wrists effectively, not that she was resisting, and the other to rip her robes and oxford open. Her skin boiled and it felt as though her entire body turned red while he examined her exposed chest. She wore a simple nude lace bra, her breasts bubbled with every heaving breath she took. She turned her face away, embarrassed as he searched her skin. His free hand ranked up her body, up between her breasts until he grabbed her face and forced her to look at him.
"Don't look away from me." His voice commanded power, Hermione felt helpless to it. She knew she couldn't disobey him even if she wanted.
She looked him straight in the eyes, they burned at her, a ferocity of which she'd never seen. He ran his hand down her body, touching her chest and moving down onto her hips, he watched the expressions on her face as she writhed her body to his touch. His hand grabbed her thigh and he released her wrists and pulled her up, wrapping his thighs around his body. She clasped her legs around him as his lips finally clashed onto hers.
The taste made her mouth water, his lips fit onto hers perfectly. His tongue tore at her lips exploring her mouth with a hunger that burned throughout Hermione's body. Hermione could feel his hardness stabbing at her against her thigh. She struggled to feel it rub between her legs, moans escaping her lips. Tom's lust was fierce, his hands digging into her thighs hard, she was sure there would be bruises, but she wanted more, it would never be enough.
His lips tore down her neck, biting and kissing. She let her hands run through his hair, pulling at it when he reached her chest. He sucked on her chest, a hand releasing her thigh to massage one while his mouth toyed at the other. His other hand released her thigh and his body pushed into her harder, pushing himself deeper between her legs, the friction and pressure caused her to moan softly. His hand ran up behind her grabbing her hair, pulling her head back letting him kiss his way up back her neck. His body moved away from hers, her legs unclasping from behind him to settle around his leg which he had moved between hers. His hand still grasped her hair, her body was too strung up on pleasure to feel the pain. The slight tug on her hair made her moan even more, made her heart beat faster, and made her body beg for more.
Her body was now acting on it's own account, shamelessly, she rubbed herself on his leg, she felt an electrical current burning throughout her body building up the more she pained herself against his body. She opened her eyes and found his staring deep into hers, reading her every move and motion. He watched her rub herself against his body, one hand grasped her hip helping her grind her hips harder the other pulling and grasping her hair. His eyes raked down her body, his hand gripping her hip harder pushing her down on his leg harder. His other hand let go of her hair and he grasped her skirt at the top ripping it off her body.
Hermione could hear a voice in the back of her head, almost inaudible. She couldn't think over the pulse of her heart that was pounding in her head, the sound of her breathing mixed with the uncontrollable moans that spilled out of her mouth. She could hear Tom's rapid breathing and smell his body heat mixed with her sweat. All of sudden she felt it, she felt it rushing through her body and she couldn't stop it, a sensation she'd never experienced. Tom's name spilled from her lips as she worked to push harder into Tom's body and roll it out. Tom's face stared hard down at her body working itself, as if mesmerized by how she moved. Her heart beat slowed and she suddenly felt shocked at her state.
Buttons from her oxford littered the room around them and her skirt was ripped down her body. Her mind was struggling to wrap around the realization of what she had just done. This is wrong, oh god what have I done? This is my professor, oh god. I can't-
"I-I have to go." She pushed Tom away and quickly ran from the room. She ran from the dungeon and held herself behind a column, breathing heavily. She used her wand to mend her clothing and ran into an empty classroom a few doors down.
She sat down at a desk putting her head between her hands. She could still feel his hand prints all over her body, feel where his lips and teeth had bit into her skin. She could still feel the heat pooling into her stomach where now it felt like acid, burning hot enough to make her sick. She was a good student, she always turned her homework in on time if not early, always made perfect marks on her tests and assignments. What was she doing, messing around with a professor? She was so much better than that, what had she done.
She felt she sat there for hours, a headache building behind her eyes before she blindly decided it was time to make her way make to her dormitory. She paid no attention to her surroundings until she found herself staring at herself in the girl's lavatory in her dormitory. Her hair was a mess, it look liked she had stuck her head into a leaf blower. She slowly unbuttoned her shirt and gasped, red marks lay all across her chest marking their territory across her breasts. She held up her wrists and saw finger shaped bruises and lifted her shirt and skirt to find the same marks on her thighs and hips, reminders of where his hands held her body. Her lips were red and swollen, puckered from his lips pulling at hers.
She removed her clothes, throwing them away. She never wished to wear them again, she wanted to pretend like she hadn't moaned his name and moved her body almost begging for more. By the time she laid herself in bed however, there was no denying it. She had enjoyed the way his eyes dragged across her skin and longed for the taste of his lips while she tried closing her eyes to sleep. It was no use, she couldn't deny herself that a deep dark part of her loved every part of it and her body was addicted. Hermione tossed herself and finally managed to fall asleep, but her dreams were plagued. Haunted by roaming hands and burning obsidian eyes that would never let her rest until she gave herself completely.