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Chapter 3: Future

August 2002

Valbona Valley National Park, Albania

Tom watched as the witch leaned closer to him. She was being entirely too forward. Were all women in 2002 this forward? Or just her? Tom definitely wanted to find out whether all witches were like this. Imagine if witches in 1949 have behaved like this. Tom leered at her, allowing her attempts at seduction. If he was being honest with himself, and he always strived to be honest with himself, she was rather sexy in just her t-shirt and knickers. Her hair was tousled from sleep still, and Tom wondered what it felt like. She licked her lip and bit it and Tom imagined her wrapping those lips around his cock. He was suddenly unbearably hard.

He decided that playing hard to get might be amusing. How hard would she try to sleep with him? Was it only so she could steal the Time-Turner from him? He had to think that was the case, a remarkable tactic if that's what it was. And Tom was no gentleman. He wouldn't turn her down.

"Perhaps, what?" he prompted, letting his eyes drift over her lips before slipping them down to her chest once more. He could see the faint outline of a nipple and had the sudden desire to take it into his mouth.

"Perhaps we can have a little mutually beneficial pleasure," the witch smiled seductively.

"Fancy a walk on the dark side, do you?" Tom asked as he reached a hand out, ghosting it over her breast. She sighed and leaned ever so subtly into his hand.

"I just fancy getting laid while on vacation," the witch responded and Tom's eyebrows rose. She was quite forward. Tom found he didn't mind as he palmed her breast further and the witch straddled him. Her center was hot against his crotch and he felt his cock begin to stir. She draped her arms across his shoulders and rolled her hips as he tweaked her nipple through her shirt. He placed his other hand on her hip, holding her in place.

"I could get behind some mutually beneficial pleasure," Tom murmured as he took her nipple into his mouth through her shirt. He sucked, fully wetting her shirt and the witch keened above him. Tom smirked against her chest and blew lightly on the wet fabric, watching as her nipple pebbled beneath.

The witch reached down and drew her shirt over her head, dropping it on the floor somewhere behind the sofa, before attacking the buttons on Tom's shirt. Tom reached both hands forward and tested the weight of her breasts. They were fairly large in his hands, spilling over them slightly and Tom had the urge to press his face between them. Merlin, he loved a pair of pillowy breasts. He tweaked her nipples with his thumbs, twisting them slightly and loved that she rocked forward in his lap each time he did it. A quick glance at her face and Tom found her eyes half-lidded and her mouth open in a pant.

She finally reached the end of the buttons on his shirt and peeled apart the two sides, pushing it from his shoulders. Tom wiggled out of it, best he could trapped as he was on the couch. Not that he minded. His cock had been hardening further and was now straining to be released from the imprisonment of his trousers.

Tom licked each of her nipples and was rewarded for his troubles when she sighed and moaned above him.

"Perhaps we should move this to the bed so as to make it fully beneficial to everyone," Tom commented lightly.

The witch gave him another sultry look before stepping back onto the floor. She pushed her knickers down as she walked to the small bedroom and Tom found his mouth go dry at the view of all that skin. He kicked his shoes off and socks off as he followed her into the bedroom. A quick flick and his trousers and pants were on the floor too. She was crawling onto the bed and before she could turn around, Tom followed her, pulling her hips to his. He thrust his hard erection into the cleft of her arse and she moaned at the contact. Salazar, he couldn't wait to be buried inside her.

Tom reached a hand between them and found she was almost dripping. He rubbed his fingers through her folds, finding her clit at the top. She moaned when he rubbed it and rocked her hips back into his hands. He stroked it several more times, wanting her to be truly ready for him.

"Tom, please," she cried and Tom felt his heart beat faster at her plea. He wanted to hear that again so he pulled his hand away from her and gripped his cock. He waited a beat and was pleased when she pushed her hips back once more, begging him.

Giving in to what they both wanted, Tom lined himself up and pushed inside her at the same moment she moved back once more. It was heaven being wrapped in her tight heat.

"Fuck, witch," Tom groaned, gripping her hips tightly. He pushed her forward and slammed her back a few times, relishing her cries. She sounded so sweet when begging for him and Tom found himself wanting more. He pulled out of her and placed a hand on her back, pushing her to the bed below. A quick flip and she was on her back. Tom smirked to see her panting, her hair a halo of curls above her head. He lifted one leg to his shoulders and sank back into her heat. He was in just the right position that he could reach a nipple with his mouth and began sucking on one.

Her hands flew to his head and back, pulling him closer, rocking her hips into him. He wondered if she could come like this, with him pounding into her and no more stimulation than his mouth on her nipple.

"Tom!" she shouted and he felt her walls flutter than clamp down on his cock. That answered that question. He slowed his thrusts through her climax and when she fell bonelessly to the bed, he sped up once more. If she was only going to allow this to happen once, he was going to take the most advantage of it. Although, if he had his way, he would be doing this again and again and again.

He leaned back onto his heels and pulled her onto his lap, he grasped one of her hands and pulled her to sit. She caught on quickly and wrapped her legs around his waist, using her feet to help bounce her on his lap. He had his arms around her back, pressing her breasts to his chest. He loved the way her pebbled nipples slid across his skin. He fisted a hand in her hair at the nape of her neck and kissed her for the first time.

She tasted of the hangover relief potion and sunshine and Tom had never tasted anything like it. He deepened the kiss, opening her mouth with his tongue and exploring everything he could reach. His thrusts had slowed as he examined her mouth with his own. He finally pulled away when he felt short of breath and began planting kisses along her jaw and down her neck.

"Merlin, Tom," the witch begged, attempting to get him to move faster by raking her nails down his back. Tom arched into her touch, loving the roughness of it.

"That's it," Tom replied and began bouncing her harder and faster, relishing the way her tits bounced between them. They were pressed so tightly together that Tom couldn't reach a hand between them to flick at her clit, instead, he ground upward pressing her pelvis into his.

Her crescendoing cries indicated he was hitting all of the right spots and it wasn't long before she collapsed in his arms, boneless once more. Tom grinned as he tucked her head against his shoulders and began his slow onslaught once more. He was close, so close when she began rhythmically tightening her inner muscles around his cock. He groaned and ground into her. She began helping once more, digging her heels into the bed, creating the leverage he needed to finally, let loose. He bit her shoulder hard as he came, splashing his seed deep inside her. She shuddered and groaned through yet another climax and Tom couldn't stop the grin from plastering on his face.

Slowly, he laid her back on the bed and threw an arm around her waist, pulling her close, her back to his chest. She waved her hand and the sheet flew up and covered them lightly. Tom closed his eyes. He would rest for just a moment.

When the witch finally fell asleep, Tom extricated himself from her embrace and slid out of the bed. He watched her sleep for a few moments before donning his clothes and leaving the bedroom for the living area. It hadn't escaped his notice that the bookshelves were filled. They had been empty in his day and he wondered if they were her books or if they belonged to whoever owned the cabin. He knew she didn't own the cabin, or at least he assumed it since she had mentioned she was on vacation. He shook his head, who in the world came to the Albanian mountains on vacation?

He gazed down at her once more before summoning his wand. If he was going to be truly prepared, he needed some more time. He palmed his wand—considering his options. He could Stupefy her, but that didn't allow true rest and if he wanted another go with her, then rest is what she needed.

"Dormia," he whispered and moved his wand in a small circle near her temple. The witch grunted and rolled to her stomach, letting up a light snore. Tom smiled.

Tom threw on his trousers and was happy to discover that the Time-Turner was still in the pocket. He wondered how they worked and how the witch knew so much about them? For that matter, how she knew so much about him? And one of his closest followers. It was very curious. He stepped into the living area and made for the bookshelves, wondering what sorts of books this witch liked to read. He was mildly impressed to see various Potions, Transfiguration, and Arithmancy texts on the shelves. He didn't spot a single work of fiction. This was what she liked to read while on vacation? It didn't boggle Tom's mind, but it was curious that she seemed to be so much like him. He, too, had never had much use for fiction, much-preferring books that would actually teach him something.

He browsed her books, trying to find something interesting when he came across a book written by an old housemate of his, Rita Skeeter. She'd been a few years younger than Tom but had always been ambitious. The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore, the title read. Tom pulled it out and turned it over in his hands. The jacket listed a death date for Dumbledore and Tom couldn't stop the smile from forming on his face. Very interesting that Dumbledore was dead. And that made any future plans of Tom's almost sure to succeed. This would be a good first book to begin his education into the world that was fifty-three years in the future of the one he'd left behind. He looked through her books once more, to see if there was anything else of interest and spotted Rita Skeeter's name once more. Harry Potter - The Chosen One. The chosen one? Chosen for what? Tom pulled that book as well and read the dust jacket.

Harry Potter - The Chosen One - The Boy Who Lived - The Defeater of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named sits down with the one and only Rita Skeeter for a new and all-inclusive interview. Learn how The Boy Who Lived became The Defeater of You-Know-Who. Don't be surprised at his modesty, nor how much credit he gives his dear friends Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger. Harry Potter is as good as he is selfless. Come with me, dear readers, for a journey of heroic proportions and learn exactly how He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was defeated once and for all.

He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named? Tom wondered who that was. A brief look through the book offered an alternative name, The Dark Lord. Tom grinned, he was just beginning to use his alter-ego Lord Voldemort in 1949. Tom wondered briefly if it was him who was He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. He shook his head. As much as he'd like to believe it was him, it was almost too coincidental to be true. He took both books back to the sofa and settled in to read them. Perhaps he'd have a bit more information before the witch woke up. Something to negotiate his terms with.

August 2002

Valbona Valley National Park, Albania

Hermione grunted and rolled over in her sleep. Her head felt stuffy and heavy. She cracked on eye-lid to see the sun sinking in the sky. Merlin, had she slept all day? She groaned and realized she'd felt this way before. A few years ago, she had broken her leg in an ill-advised attempt at riding a broom at one of the Weasleys pick-up Quidditch matches. She'd drank too much wine and Ron had dared her. It ended with her in heap on the ground, sobbing huge tears and unable to look at her mangled leg. Harry had Apparated her to St Mungo's and stayed with her until they'd given her the Skele-Gro and cast a sleeping charm at her. When she woke up, she felt just as she did now. A muzzy headedness that was different than a hangover. She stretched and wondered what on earth had happened when she rolled over to spot a men's button-up shirt lying on the floor between the bedroom and the living area.

She'd forgotten about Tom. She could just make out his form on the sofa in the living area. He was hunched over something and Hermione felt her heart beat faster. She was nervous and scared, what on earth had possessed her to sleep with Tom Riddle? Not that it hadn't been amazing. It had been fucking phenomenal. Probably the best fuck of Hermione's life and that made the whole thing worse when she'd have to send him back.

Send him back. Shit. She'd told him she wanted to send him back and he'd cast a sleep spell on her. Her blood ran cold; there was no telling what Tom had done in the hours since this morning and now. She reached for her wand, praying it was still tucked underneath the mattress where she'd left it yesterday and was pleased to find it. She felt the warmth holding her wand normally infused her with and carefully got out of the bed, hoping that none of the floorboards would creek and give up the game to Tom. She found her dressing gown, a flimsy black thing made of jersey and tied it around herself before taking a few deep breaths and venturing into the living area with her wand still clutched in her hand.

Tom was shirtless and hunched over several books. Hermione furrowed her brow and glanced toward the bookshelves finding several holes. Her blood ran cold, she'd brought some books that would not due for Tom to be reading. Especially if she was determined to send him back in time. What if he found the one of Harry?

"What the fuck are you doing?" Hermione asked and summoned Tom's wand at the same time. She trained both on the dark-haired wizard praying that her hands wouldn't start trembling in her fear.

The startled look on Tom's face almost made Hermione smirk, but she was too scared to smirk. Too nervous that she had fucked this up. What would she do if she gave Voldemort the power to defeat her best friend?

Tom's face went carefully blank and he shrugged. "I woke and was curious about where I landed myself. Can't help a wizard if he has a thirst for knowledge, can you?"

Hermione sucked in a breath. Tom Riddle didn't even know her and yet he was trying to appeal to Hermione's love of learning and knowledge. She bit her lip and thought about what her options were at this point. She had hoped seducing him and stealing the Time-Turner would have worked, but Tom was better than her. Smarter for sure. It was rare that Hermione found someone else who's intellect matched her own and for a moment she regretted that it was Tom Riddle of all people and that she would have to send him back to the past.

"It doesn't matter where you've landed yourself," she hissed. Tom stood from the couch and began walking her way. "You have to go back! You can't stay here! I won't allow it!"

Tom grinned at her, it started as a slow smirk and turned into a full-blown grin by the time he reached her. He dug his hand into the pocket of his trousers and pulled out the Time-Turner. The chain was long and intact but the pendant was smashed beyond all repair. The rings were battered and stuck together and the glass of the hourglass was shattered. The sand that lived inside nowhere to be found.

Hermione felt sick, her stomach lurched violently, "What have you done?"

The Time-Turner spun in the air between them and Hermione fought down the urge to vomit.

"Ensured that there was no way I would be going back to 1949," Tom shrugged lightly, but his grin turned nasty. He flung the Time-Turner across the room and stepped even closer to Hermione. She backed up, her back coming into contact with the doorjamb behind her.

Tom Riddle had just destroyed the last Time-Turner in the world. And now he was stuck in the future with her. What the fuck was she supposed to do now?