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Chapter 5: Truce

August 2002

Valbona Valley National Park, Albania

Hermione couldn't help her laughter even after seeing the dark look Tom had on his face. "I'm sorry," she sputtered. "You must be fucking insane if you think I am taking you to London with me."

Her eyes widened when Tom stalked towards her again, both wands in his hands. She needed to get her wand back from him in order to gain some control of this situation. But how? She didn't think seducing him a second time would work. Especially since it didn't really work the first time—except to give her that vacation sex she'd been craving. Merlin, he's a good fuck. Hermione could already feel arousal beginning to set in as he made his way back across the cabin to her.

"You will take me back to London with you," Tom said low and quiet, almost threateningly.

"How will I explain that?" Hermione asked. She closed her eyes, she couldn't really be contemplating this, could she?

"We met in Albania," Tom murmured, tracing the curve of her cheek with his finger, finally cupping her cheek fully and guiding her face up. "We fell in love," he breathed over her lips before pressing a soft kiss to them. When he pulled away she tried to follow and he gave her a cruel smirk. "Blah, blah, blah. You're a smart witch, I'm sure you can figure out the details."

Hermione did her best to reign in her lust so she could think straight. She took a deep breath before she responded. "You sound British," she said keeping her voice as neutral as possible. "How would we explain that?"

"I had a good tutor," Tom cocked his head to the side and smiled at her. Hermione felt a shiver run down her spine at that smile. It was so deliciously wicked, promising untold pleasures.

"You look like Tom Riddle. Tom Riddle who's dead. Tom Riddle who would be seventy-six, not Tom Riddle who is clearly twenty-three," she pointed out. She didn't tell him that when he died he definitely did not look like any version of Tom Riddle. He'd looked horrific, like some sort of snake/human hybrid creature. Somehow, the idea that the snake/human hybrid thing was the same person as standing in front of her wasn't horrifying. Logically, Hermione thought it ought to be horrifying. It was objectively horrifying. Was something wrong with Hermione that she didn't find it horrifying?

"And who remembers what Tom Riddle looks like?" Tom asked as if it was an absurd point. But Hermione knew a lot of people who knew what Tom looked like when he was younger.

"Me, my best friend, his wife, your Death Eaters," she ticked them off on her fingers as she spoke. It was a little gratifying to see Tom's eyes widen at the list. Then she realized that in 1949 it was likely he hadn't even conceived of the Death Eaters then. They were probably still going around as the Knights of Walpurgis. She felt like groaning but kept her composure over the slip. This time travel business was hard. She would have to be more vigilant in the future.

Tom shrugged and grinned, "I'll wear a glamor."

Hermione couldn't believe she was actually contemplating this. It was insanity. And yet, it wasn't like she could let baby Voldemort run around without her. Even if this wasn't her responsibility, it became her responsibility by virtue of circumstance.

"No more Horcruxes," Hermione raised her finger and pointed it at him. He was close enough that she could have touched him.

"For now," Tom capitulated.

"No!" Hermione shouted. This time she poked him in the chest with her finger. "Not ever. If you make another Horcrux, you'll lose the small shred of humanity you are clinging to. If you lose that, I'll kill you." She was deadly serious and Tom narrowed his eyes at her.

"You couldn't kill me," he said and grinned suddenly, dropping his voice, "you like fucking me too much." He stepped closer, backing her into the wall again. But Hermione wasn't ready to be talked out of this quite yet.

"I will do what is necessary for the greater good. I've tracked down your Horcruxes once before Tom Marvolo Riddle. Don't think that I won't do it again. Good fuck or not."

Tom glared at her. "Now you sound like that fool Dumbledore."

"Dumbledore was a great man," Hermione conceded. "But a bit of a fool. I am not a fool. You know what they call me in the gossip columns, Tom? Brightest Witch of Her Age, you think I got that title for painting my fingernails?"

Tom considered her for a long moment. Hermione's heart was ready to beat itself out of her chest, but she wasn't backing down from this. It was unconscionable to create a Horcrux. She would already have to figure out a way to see if the diary and ring were back in play. If they were, she would have to try and get them. Could she destroy them? Or would that cause Tom to lose more of his humanity? It was hard to judge based on Voldemort considering he'd been half-insane and that ridiculous snake/human hybrid. Technically his soul was already ripped, would destroying part of that rip destroy part of him? Or was it no longer connected? It was too many questions. Hermione would just have to hope that both the ring and diary were still destroyed. That was by far the best outcome.

Finally, Tom came to a conclusion. "Fine. No more Horcruxes."

Hermione smirked at him. "Good, then you won't mind taking an Unbreakable Vow, will you?"

Tom looked furious. "You don't trust me?"

Hermione laughed. "How could I fucking trust you? You're the Dark Lord? Lord Voldemort? You've made two already and have plans to make five more. It's insanity and it's what ends up killing you in the end. If I take you with me, agree to babysit you. Because let's be honest, that's what this is, babysitting. Then I set the terms. No more Horcruxes is just one of my terms. The other is murder. As in you can't do it."

Tom looked affronted. "I will not take an Unbreakable Vow barring me from murder. What if it's life or death?"

"Then you die," Hermione shrugged. She wasn't concerned. There wasn't a war going on. And hopefully, there wouldn't be for the rest of her life.

"No," Tom stated.

"Then I leave you here when I return to London," Hermione replied.

"I have your wand," Tom reminded her.

Hermione laughed. "I'm Muggleborn, Tom. I'm perfectly capable of getting home the Muggle way if necessary."

He looked furious and Hermione couldn't help from laughing again. She shouldn't be having this much fun baiting him, but it was. And it was either laugh or cry. What would she tell Harry and Ron?

"Fine," Tom spat.

Hermione held out her hand for her wand.

"Who's going to be our bonder?" Tom asked.

"Since I'm not vowing anything, we don't need one," Hermione replied.

"You are vowing to return me to London with you," Tom said.

"No, you are going to trust that I keep my word. Unlike you, Tom, I'm not a future Dark Lord. So you'll just have to trust me."

"Not yet," Tom muttered darkly and Hermione glared at him. After a long moment, Tom held her wand out to her. He grabbed her right wrist in a death grip and Hermione held her wand in her left hand a little awkwardly.

"Do you Tom Riddle swear you will not make a Horcrux now or ever in the future, so long as you shall live?" Hermione asked.

"I do so vow," Tom intoned and Hermione tapped their grasped wrists. A ribbon of white light shot out of her wand and wrapped around both of their wrists.

"Do you Tom Riddle swear you will not murder anyone, except in the case of absolute self-defense now or ever in the future, so long as you shall live?"

"I do so vow."

Hermione tapped their wrists again. Another ribbon of white light wrapped around their wrists and both sunk into the skin. It burned slightly, but Hermione kept her face neutral.

Tom turned from her abruptly and Hermione sagged in relief. She had no idea what she was going to do once they were back in London. Hopefully, Harry and Ron would understand that she didn't have a choice and that she had done the best thing she could under the circumstances. Perhaps, they'd even help her figure out what to do with him.

August 2002

Valbona Valley National Park, Albania

There was a bitter taste in Tom's mouth after taking the Unbreakable Vow. He wanted to hate Granger for making him do it. And part of him did, but still, she knew so much of the future. So much of his future that he hesitated to dismiss her entirely. Not only could she get him back to London but she could help him not make the mistakes he'd made before. And it was clear she thought that Horcruxes were a mistake. The murder ban was a hard pill to swallow. But she'd left him two loopholes. One she probably hadn't even thought of: she'd said nothing of Tom ordering one of his Knights or rather his Death Eaters in this time to murder someone on his behalf. Outsourcing his dirty work was something that Tom had always been comfortable with.

He was actually a little surprised that Granger had agreed as readily as she had. He didn't think she had an ulterior motive beyond 'babysitting him', as she called it. She seemed too… Gryffindor-ish to have an ulterior motive. Although the Unbreakable Vow had been a stroke of genius.

"Fine, it's done. Let's go," Tom snapped and bent to pick up his button-up shirt. The sooner they were back in London the better. He could begin tracking down his Knights and figuring out the current political climate.

Granger laughed again and Tom was heartily sick of it. He felt like hexing her but held off since she now had her wand again.

"I've paid through the end of next week. I only get one vacation, I'm not leaving early on account of you," she sneered.

"I don't care," Tom said. He was starting to feel heartily pissed off. Who cared about her ruddy vacation? He had a world to conquer.

"Well I do," Granger snapped. "It's my only vacation, let me enjoy it." She sounded exasperated, but Tom was just angry.

"Albania is fucking boring! I should know, I've been in this fucking cabin for a month! What the hell is there here to enjoy?"

Granger smirked at him. Tom was getting to know that look on her face. It was the one she got when she'd seduced him earlier. "I'm sure I'll find some way to entertain myself."

Tom huffed out a breath. This witch was fucking insatiable. He is annoyed that she won't leave and hopes that she won't always be so obstinate. He doesn't particularly care that he has tied himself to her, but hopefully, once they get back to London if she proves too difficult he can get rid of her. As it stood now, she was rather fantastic in bed and he hadn't been laid in several months, he was going though a bit of a dry spell even before he came to Albania. Did it really matter if he put off recruiting for another week or so?

"I still don't know your name," Tom reminded her.

Granger pursed her lips and cocked her head to the side, finally, she said, "Hermione. Hermione Granger."

Something clicked in Tom's head, Hermione Granger was a name he'd read before. Rather recently. Wasn't she in that book about Harry Potter, his brain helpfully supplied. One of his friends, which probably meant that the best friend she had spoken of earlier was this Harry Potter. Even better, if he could get close to one of Potter's friends, it would be much easier to eliminate him.

"Hermione," he repeated slowly and she shivered in response. His smirk was slow and delighted. She liked the way he said her name. He could tell by the way she was now biting her lip.

"I think I might enjoy spending the week with you before we go to London," Tom said slowly and reached for her, pulling her into a swift kiss. She moaned into his mouth in response and Tom deepened the kiss. Hermione wound her hands through Tom's hair, pulling him closer to her and Tom obliged her. He slipped on hand between the sides of her dressing gown, palming one of her breasts.

"Tom," she said breathlessly breaking the kiss. She pulled away entirely, except for her hand in his and led him back through the doorway to the bedroom. Apparently, she didn't want to be taken against the door again. Tom could deal with that, even if it had been incredibly sexy.

When they got to the bed, she turned to him and slid his half-buttoned shirt up and over his head. Tom flicked the knot in her dressing gown and she let it drop to the floor. She then worked on the placket of his trousers, helping him to pull them off his legs. Soon they were both nude once again. Tom didn't think he'd had as much sex in such a short period as he was about to have. He mostly stuck to one-night flings.

Hermione pushed his shoulders lightly, guiding him back to the bed and Tom complied. He didn't particularly care for being on the bottom, he liked control, but he was willing to at least let her start out on top. She surprised him though by crawling between his legs and placing a soft kiss on the head of his hard cock.

Tom loved fellatio and laid back onto the pillows, lacing his fingers behind his head, to enjoy what she was offering. She licked him from root to tip and Tom shuddered at the feeling of her wet tongue on his sensitive prick. One of her hands cupped his balls, while she supported herself with the other on his thigh. She licked all around the head, tonguing the slit, and Tom felt crazy with need. He unlaced his hands and reached one down to delve through her curls, grabbing a fistful of them for leverage.

Finally, she slowly took him into her mouth. "Fucking yes," Tom groaned. He was panting by this point with need. He helped her take more of him, slowly pushing on the back of her head and holding himself there. The tip of his cock was in her throat and she swallowed. Tom could have come right then but held off and Hermione lifted her head. She pulled off his cock entirely and at first Tom thought he would get scolded, but Hermione just winked at him before swirling her tongue around his head again. Clearly, she was into torture. He tried to urge her to take him in her mouth again, but she refused, and instead planted wet kisses down the shaft until she reached his balls. She licked them both and Tom's head fell back at the pleasure of her warm tongue.

"Hermione," he panted. "Please." He wasn't one to beg, but she was driving him absolutely insane with her gentle kisses.

With another wink, she opened her mouth and swallowed him once more. She nodded and Tom once again helped her to take more of him, slowly pushing on the back of her head until her nose was touching his abdomen. She swallowed once more, her throat constricting so tightly and beautifully around his cock that Tom thought for sure that would be enough for him to come, but he didn't. And as much fun as this was, he was too anxious to allow her to do it again. Maybe later this week, but for now, he just needed to be buried inside her warmth. As she released his length again, he pulled her up until she was straddling his hips.

He flexed his hips, allowing his cock to slide through her hot, silky folds. She was practically dripping, and Tom tucked the information away for later. Apparently, Hermione was turned on by giving fellatio. He settled a hand on either side of her waist, while she helped to guide him inside her.

She moaned as she slowly slid down his cock and Tom hummed happily at finally being inside her. She rocked forward a few times and moaned. Her face was so open, Tom loved the way she looked as she fucked herself. He stopped her movements and then scooted up the bed a little. He rested his back against the headboard and then lifted his knees behind her, tilting her forward to lay on top of him. Her bum slid exquisitely along the top of his thighs.

"Oh, Merlin," Hermione moaned into Tom's ear as he began making long, hard strokes inside her. She placed her hands on his chest and began kissing his neck. She scraped her teeth along his jugular and he growled in response, holding her tighter to him as he increased his pace.

"Yes," Hermione murmured into his ear. She bit his earlobe and Tom grunted his approval. Fuck, he was getting close. But he'd never left a partner unsatisfied and didn't plan to start now. He reached a hand between them to tweak her nipple and Hermione keened in response. His other hand he grabbed her arse, rocking her over him as he slammed into her from below. It didn't take long for her to begin shouting out through her climax. Tom gritted his teeth as her cunt clamped on him. Salazar, she felt fucking amazing.

"That's it, love," Tom breathed as she came down. She mewled in response and Tom slowed down, giving her time to recover, but never letting himself slip from her heat. Idly, he wondered how many times she could come in a twenty-four hour period? Something else they'd have to explore this week.

"Circe, Tom," Hermione groaned and sat up slightly to look him in the face.

"Yes?" Tom asked, punctuating his words with a sharp snap of his hips. Her eyes fluttered and Tom did it again. She was supporting herself on his chest now, her fingers splayed against his slick skin.

"Feels so fucking good," Hermione said breathlessly. She licked her bottom lip then bit it and Tom snapped his hips again. "Yes, that," she moaned.

"What exactly feels so good, Hermione?" Tom asked slowly. He rolled his hips, giving her small, slow thrusts.

She moaned at the loss of the harder thrusts and Tom smirked at her, keeping his slow, soft pace.

"Hmmm?" Tom prompted after she hadn't answered. "What feels good, Hermione?" Every time he said her name, she breathed just a little harder. Her reactions were so enticing that Tom thought he might be getting harder from them alone, never mind the fact that her pretty pussy wrapped so deliciously around his cock.

"You, Tom," Hermione finally said. She opened her eyes, staring directly at him. "You feel fucking amazing. Your cock is like…" she trailed off when he rewarded her with another sharp snap from his hips. Her bum on his thighs clenched and Tom felt it in his cock as all of her inner muscles clenched around him.

"My cock is like what?" Tom asked, going back to the slow, soft rolls of his hips. Hermione tried rocking back against him, but his raised thighs prevented her much leverage.

"Like a fucking monument. Sweet Godric, someone should fucking clone it so everyone could feel how absolutely perfect it is," she babbled. Tom grinned and began thrusting hard and fast, giving her exactly what she wanted. It wasn't long before she was crying out through her climax once more. Tom finally allowed the total control he had over himself to waver as she clenched around him. He fucked her hard and fast until he too was shouting and spent himself. Hermione collapsed down onto his chest, breathing heavily.

"You really think my cock should be a monument?" Tom asked with a breathless laugh.

"No," Hermione replied sleepily. "It's mine. I don't want anyone else to have it." She wrapped her arms tighter around him and slipped into sleep. Tom smirked at that admission.