Welcome back everyone! Here is some more Tomione! If ya haven't checked out the Valentine's one-shot "Into Dust", please do! I like to thank everyone who has review\fav\follow my story thus far! You guys are awesome! Reminder this is rated M: Adult situations aka sexy times…ohhhh yeah I own nothing but this plot in my head. *Edited*
~Force of Nature~
Control
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Harry led the way into a very large classroom that had an empty space off to the left side of the room. A cherry oak wooden desk was to the front of the room with 4 rows of tables. Professor Riddle was at the front in his seat, paying no mind to the arrival of his students. An emerald green tome was open before him. Hermione let her gaze wander over his form. The attractiveness more apparent. His dark hair was brush off to the side, dressed again in all black but stylized differently. Nothing seemed off.
Ginny dragged her down to the second row. Draco shoving past them with a sneer to the front with Abraxas who flat out ignored them. Harry rolled his eyes taking a seat. There was complete silence in the room. Which made Hermione feel very uneasy. It wasn't normal for a classroom to be this eerie in silence. She glanced at Harry who appeared to be careful with his expression, so odd. Ginny didn't move an inch, her expression was almost blank. What the hell. When she turned back to the front her face drain of color.
There Professor Tom Riddle was staring hard at her, his gaze boring deep into hers. The intensity of his dark blue eyes didn't make her feel welcome. Then it felt like the inside of her mind was slowly being picked apart. She clenched her fists on her thighs. This wasn't right. She knew what he was doing. Instinctively Hermione tried to put up a wall, wincing as she did so. Tom raised an eyebrow, taken aback. A smirk came across his lips and he released his hold over her mind. Standing up, Tom walked slowly in front, his tome long forgotten.
"This term will be vastly different than previously. I will hand pick your partners this time. You'll remain with this partner throughout this term. In fact for your upcoming project, you will need to use said partner. Let me remind you that no such childish play will be tolerated or you will be facing dire consequences. Now let's begin." His voice carried silky smooth baritone in the room.
Hermione turned to look over her many classmates wondering who he going to pair her with. They all had same faraway look. Anger fueled in her veins, she focused her attention back to her soon to be husband. He continued to speak, arms folded as he peered at the class in indifference.
"Ginerva Weasley, you'll be paired with Lionel Lovegood. Hmm Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. Hermione Granger with Abraxas Malfoy." It was like the sound of his voice faded when she closed her eyes. To be paired with the aristocratic prat. Still no matter. She'll not fail this class. A distant ringing brought her attention back to Tom.
"Now everyone with your partner. To the open area. Your next task shall begin." He finished saying.
Everyone stood up and walked to the other side of the room.
Abraxas gave Hermione a disinterested look before staring back Tom. Harry and Ginny as well as some of the other had partial glazed expressions. Hermione felt her magic simmer with anger. Why were only the she and the Slytherin mates unaffected? What is this?
Tom moved slowly, his wand drawn, his deep blue eyes indifferent.
"Now we will be going over a couple of new defensive spells. Something to help with your upcoming project. Now what do you do when facing a particular type of creature that emits a deadly lure?"
To his left a boxed figure came to view. He tapped it open. A shrill scream echoed in the room. A long hooded ash grey cloak figure appeared. The hood came down, reveling a hairless feminine silver face with blood red eyes and sharp pointed fangs. Hermione felt the color drain from her face as fear sunk in. Her other mates didn't react. Tom precedes to walk up to it, eyes cold. The creature hisses in warning, its arms moving in a circular motion. A raspy whisper coming out of its lips. Hermione watched, transfixed.
"Unlure in infinitum." Tom spoke with a flick of his wrist.
A jet black light coming through and englufing the creature. It shrill screech sounded like thunder until it faded. The body hits the ground and disintegrates into nothing. Hermione could feel the pulse in her veins. This was unusual. She knew her previous classes of defense against the dark arts were nothing compared to this. It was intense and frightening to say the least.
When Tom turned to face his class, there was nothing to give away his thoughts. As if he didn't feel anything. His eyes suddenly met hers. The trickling sensation of something brushing within her, had her glaring back at him. Not again.
"Miss Granger, please see me before you leave." He said suddenly, taking her off guard.
Abraxas shifts uneasily next to her. She folded her arms with a curl of her lips in annoyance. Tom then turned around waving his wand then a giant hour glass appeared. The red sand falling through. His voice carried across the room, soft baritone.
"This is everyone's timer. Three days until it fills up. You and your partner will learn to defend yourselves against creatures of the like. If you are unable to do so you'll receive a T. I daresay that each of you will make an effort. That'll be all."
Then there was that ringing once again. It didn't even seem that time has passed. Everyone started to go. Hermione stood in the same spot. Until all that remained was herself and Tom. There was that unnerving silence that filled the room. He was leaning on the wall, not directly looking at her. A smirk came across his lips.
"Very little people can withstand my prodding." He remarked.
That had anger bubbling once more. Hermione took a few steps forward. Eyes narrowed, lips curling in disgust.
"It's barbaric how you treat your students. I ought to speak to the headmaster about it." She snapped.
He peered at her giving her a raised eyebrow.
"Alas I agree to disagree, Hermione. It's quite effective to say the least. Now how do you expect I keep my students in line if they are easily distracted? Hmm see I outlined this room specifically. Their mind is more focused on the task and no harm involved."
"You can easily snap their mind! Not to mention you hold the majority of my classmates. That's too many for one to hold-"
"Be as it may. I'm more than capable of dealing with my students. I've been doing it since way before you arrived." He cut her off, annoyance seeping in his voice.
Hermione huffed, anger not receding.
"It's unethical. You have no right!"
Suddenly a pale hand yanked her by the collar of her robe, their bodies nearly touching. His voice had a slight edge that caused her heart to thud violently within her chest.
"I'm aware that you are unused to my methods. However, you don't get to ever question my authority. I alone decide what's right or wrong for my students. I don't need your permission for anything. Am I clear, Miss Granger?"
The subtle angry magic bristle between them. A clash of different energies. Hermione didn't back down, perhaps a bit naive on her part. Her voice was just as hard. The smaller hand raising to remove his. The simple touch of their skin felt electrical.
"Are we back to that, Tom? You can't have it both ways."
Tom snarled pushing her to wall, invading. The movement causing the hair to stand upon her neck. Her face falter at his cold expression. She winced at the wand digging into her skin. Maybe she pushed too far. He leaned down, lips at her ear. To anyone would seem very intimate of an action. Yet his words were dark and threatening. She could smell the spicy scent of him. It distracted her.
"I don't care if you are a student or not. Cross me once more and I will have you begging me for mercy."
A little heat crept through at the notion. Of course he wouldn't do such a thing. He was bluffing. Tom pressed closer to her, his leg sliding between hers. Hermione gasped at the contact, shock flooding as well a heated blush. This was unbecoming.
"Is that a threat, Tom?" She found her voice, trying hard to be unwavered.
"You'll find that I don't make idle threats. Don't go picking battles you can't win." He muttered darkly.
His wand shifted from her body, and he whispered a spell. Hermione felt the ringing within her mind come at full force. A soundless scream came from her lips. Yet no one came. No one could've saved her from his attack. Tom held onto her as she screamed, his hand ran soothingly through her wild curls. A few seconds passed and her body began to twitch.
A malicious smile crept on his face. Her mind was fighting back. This wasn't legilimens, not per se. It was a step down, Kerulimens. Without the dive into the many layers of a person mind. Painful to say the least. Though she was fighting every inch back. An occulmens. How very intriguing. How did she learn so quickly?
Another moment passed before he released his hold on her. A shaky breath escaped from her. Tom pulled back to look at her. His expression of mock concern. She shivered but not from the cold. Everything was screaming at her to escape from him. To back down. His voice was soft, a vast difference with the look in his deep dark blue eyes. It wasn't natural.
"You will learn in due time that it doesn't have to be this way."
She flinched at the reminder that she was going to be tied down to him. Tom continue to run his hand through her messy hair. It was softer than he thought.
"I could teach you to be so much more than you think. Wouldn't that be better, Hermione?" He questioned and her face turned cold.
"Save it, Tom. I don't want nor need anything from you. It's clear you have a hidden agenda. I'm just another factor you'll try to use." She tried to break away to no avail, body weak.
Tom regarded her, face impassive.
"It's only a matter if time. Though here is the kicker, Hermione. I don't follow any rules but my own."
She sneered, not liking his tone.
"You are a right prat, Tom Riddle. It's only been a few days but I can see right through you."
He leaned down, lips so very close to her. Tom felt her tense at the closeness. Feel her magic brushing against his like cold static. So defensive. He could imagine his proximity making her pulse race.
"Stubborn little Gryffindor. You can't see what you don't know. America has shaped you that I can see. Wholly gifted and intelligent yet so innocent."
He gave her a sinful smile that borderline appeared dark by nature. His cold hand trailed from her hair to grip her chin delicately. A thumb brushing over her parted lips.
Hermione flushed. A sudden urge to flee. This was the same man who cursed her not only mere minutes ago. Why was he being so forward now? She imagine biting him wouldn't go over so well.
"Let me go. This is inappropriate." She said breathy in tone.
A curve of his lips made her heart skip a beat. Indeed he knew.
"Do you feel nervous, Hermione?"
Well no shite. If any staff or student were to come across them in such a setting, wouldn't bode well for either of them.
"You are still my professor, Sir."
Tom inhaled, catching the scent of jasmine petals and burning sage. Not overwhelming like what other girls prefer to use. It was distinctive and alluring. He licked his lips, noticing that her gaze followed. She was not immune to his charms.
"I'm aware."
Rules be damned. The forbidden always been so tantalizing. Still, a taste wouldn't hurt. Tom brushed his lips over hers, a bare caress of lips. Hermione's lips tingled. A shock gasp was let out followed by a searing pain upon his cheekbone. Shock was clear on his features. Did she really just strike him?
Hermione scowled at Tom, voice incredulous.
"For Merlin sake! You are unbelievable!"
Tom shook his head, a hand rubbing his cheek. Definitely too early for this.
"Just leave, Hermione."
She huffed at him and pushed past to the door.
"This won't happen again, Tom."
He raised an eyebrow at her then gave her a curt nod. Sounded like a challenge.
"We'll see about that." He said dismissively. She rolled her eyes then walked out.
xxxSaturday morningxxx
Tom woke up. Nagini hissing at him softly. A groan left his lips as he stretched on his rather large bed. He peered at the glowing eyes of his famliar.
'Its here' the serpent hissed out. Tom let his fingers trail over Nagini's skin. It was smooth but cool to the touch.
"Hmm I must make my move tonight then." He responded in a raspy hiss.
Tom stood up, his upper body bare.
The room was icy upon his skin. He didn't flinch. Didn't react as he walked into his bathroom. Turning his shower on with a flick of his wrist. The water heated as he stripped completely. Stepping inside a relieved sigh left his mouth. Heat searing his entire body. Lathering soap into his dark locks, Tom pondered about his plans.
Five more weeks until the new moon. It would be time to act. There were only three items left to gain before then. Making the Arvis Obivicis will be the stepping ground.
He rinsed off. Now completely clean. Time went by and Tom could feel the temperature drop of the water. He turned it off stepping out. Using magic he dried completely. Summoning his clothing. A forest green shirt with a black thick sweater with dark slacks. He ran a hand through his dark locks, parting it to shape where it will stay in place.
A sharp knock on his door had Tom pursing his lips. He strode over in a few steps, opening the door. His eyes cold at the intruder.
Draco tried not to flinch at the older man giving him a dark look.
"I apologize for bothering you so early, professor. Abraxas made it clear I was to deliver this to you." He rushed out, passing him a small wooden box.
Tom peered at the object with cool interest.
"From Lucious, I assume."
Draco nodded taking a step back.
"He also said he'd be in touch with you shortly. Most likely in a day's time."
Tom ran his thumb over the box, mulling over the words.
"I see. Well you are dismissed, Draco."
He then shut the door in his face.
xxxLater on that dayxxx
Hermione was running, keeping an even breath. Her wild hair blowing with the wind. The autumn air was crisp. She failed to notice a person leaning down, causing her to fall atop of said person. Mortification swept through her as she stared into the surprise beautiful sea green eyes of Professor Garrison. The dark blue skirt she wore was riding up to where her legs were showing a great amount of skin. He groaned from beneath her. Instinctively, his hand brushed against her exposed skin. Her heart hammered into her chest.
"Miss Granger please remove yourself."
An icy voice drawled from behind her. She recognized it instantly. She muttered her apologies while bringing herself to her full height. She turned to face an angry Tom Riddle.
"Good day to you, Professor Riddle." She said lamely while fidgeting.
Tom took a step towards her, face impassive. Eyes cold.
"What you did was borderline inappropriate. It reckons a detention." Tom said curtly.
Professor Garrison stood up, while dusting off the dirt from his long coat.
"It's best to pay attention. Where are you headed in such a rush?"
Hermione flushed under both of their stares.
"The astronomy tower."
They peered at her. Professor Garrison with mild disbelief and Tom with a suspicious frown.
"Whatever for?" Professor Garrison asked.
Hermione sighed and pointed towards the sky. The two looked up.
"A meteor shower is supposed to come through. I wanted to see it before it happens."
Tom frowned. Was that all?
Professor Garrison sighed.
"How tragic. Someone as intuitive as you ought to be more adventurous than this."
Hermione gapped at him. Tom's jaw ticked. He had enough.
"Miss Granger, follow me."
He started toward the east entrance. Hermione felt her heart stuttered. She was in deep. Tom was angry. Still what type of punishment could he have? A flush of her cheeks burned as she recalled their last moment. The brush of his lips on hers, the sting of her hand as she slapped him. Damn. He is angry. She timidly said her goodbyes to Professor Garrison.
Then she followed her intended. The silence was palatable. Her nerves on edge. It didn't take long to reach his office.
He gestured for her to take a seat. Her legs felt like heavy sand weighing her down. She took a seat.
Tom didn't say anything for the first couple of minutes. His dark blue eyes raking over her frame. They were unforgivingly icy. Hermione pursed her lips
His tone was like a whiplash to her already wrecked nerves.
"How do you supposed I punish you for such an act?"
The room felt so small and Hermione dug her nails into the armchair. His question left in the air.
She bit her lip. Careful with her words.
"It was an accident, Tom. Nothing more nothing less. There is no reason for this."
Tom raised an eyebrow then clicked his tongue.
"I have all the reason for this."
Hermione didn't like the way his eyes flashed before he knelt in front of her. His hands on both of armrest, caging her in. The act itself was dominant. He meant to scare her into submission. She could feel his breath on her skin, the scent he carried, the magic of his brushing against her.
"There I was going about my day, and what do I find? My bride to be shamelessly atop of another professor in a compromising manner. My bride who happened to strike away my advance the day before. So yes, tell me why I shouldn't punish you for your actions." His tone was clipped.
Hermione narrowed her eyes. Her temper getting riled.
"In case you forgot, it was you who said that you wouldn't advance on me. That there be rules for us. You can't have it both ways, Tom. I won't do it."
Tom snarled. Yanking her forward by her locks.
"So you think that excuses you from your behavior?"
Hermione flinched at the action, instantly going for her wand. The point jabbed upon his chest in warning.
"Release me, Tom."
He stilled not moving but his eyes tinted red. A mocking smile in place.
"That's cute thinking you could harm me."
Instantly Hermione felt his magic seeped into her as he let her go. The sharpness pressed into her like electrical currents. It was painful and she cried out, dropping her wand. Clutching herself. Then a moment passed and the pain stopped completely. The vision swirled and she groaned into her hands.
Tom watched intently. The soft baritone voice dark.
"Oh Hermione, we are just getting started"
Then her vision went black. His voice nothing but an echo inside her mind.
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It's about to go down. Ahem. The punishment. Soooooo please send ya thoughts, tell yo friends! Buy my mixtape ahahaha noooooo. I don't have one. However feel free to look up these few songs. I got inspired.
Don't Let Go – The Tech Thieves
All You Are – Memtrix
Panic Switch – Silversun Pickups