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AN: This is just something smutty for Valentine's day. ENJOY! This is also my apology for being MIA for the last month…I've been SUPER sick…and by sick I mean stomach bug into horrible cold turned sinus infection turned double ear infection turned full blown Pneumonia. Anyway, the Antibiotics are working their magic, and I can finally breath without a death rattle, and I have some time to actually write! Keep your eyes peeled, I am working on updates for all all of my WIP fics xoxo

Hermione was thinking about how much she hated potions class as she swiped her arm over her face to remove the sweat that was already beading on her forehead. She was certain that her hair was a frizzy mess due to the steam that was wafting off of the cauldron as she bent over it to check the potion's progress. The only thing she despised more than potions class (Divination not withstanding) was group projects; which unfortunately, was where she found herself in this very moment. To make matters worse, she had been paired with the two people in the school that she liked the least; Tom Riddle and his blond lackey, Abraxas Malfoy. Having spent many years suffering abuse at the hands of Abraxas' equally blond grandson, Draco, in her natural time, Hermione wasn't surprised to find that the apple indeed did not fall far from the tree. Tom Riddle, though, was far worse. Despite knowing that Tom was destined to become Lord Voldemort later in his life, Hermione couldn't help but notice how devastatingly attractive Tom was in his youth, and thought to herself, 'what a waste'.

"Granger, your cutting that Belberry root all wrong." Tom said in his haughty tone as he slid the cutting board out of her workspace and into his own.

She gritted her teeth, doing her best to hold back the sarcastic remark that was on the tip of her tongue, knowing it would only make things worse should she utter it. She crossed her arms over her chest petulantly waiting for him to finish the task that she had been assigned, when her eyes flicked up to see Abraxas' hand hovering over the cauldron.

It was like watching a train about to derail in slow motion, only there was absolutely no way to stop it.

"Abraxas! NO!" she shouted reaching out a hand to stop the extra moonflower petal from falling into the viscous liquid, watching in horror as the petal slipped through her fingers and disappeared into the brew.

The resulting explosion would be written about in Hogwarts: A History, being considered one of the worst potions accidents to happen at the school, at least until Neville Longbottom would arrive in 1991.

Looking back, she wondered why it hadn't even occurred to her to use her magic to shield herself; she had instead acted purely on instinct, throwing her body in front of Tom's and covering her face with her arms.

The viscous pink liquid splattered all over their workstation and onto the floor, though Abraxas managed to avoid getting hit by using his quick reflexes to hide under the potion's bench. She and Tom however, weren't so lucky. Though she attempted to shield him from the worst of it, she noticed a pink blob had landed on Tom's left cheek; if the muscle periodically twitching in his jaw was any indication, he was livid.

"Abraxas." He said in a deceptively calm voice.

The aforementioned blond crawled back out from beneath the bench when he heard his name, his eyes downcast, the only outward sign that he knew that he was indeed in deep shit.

"So sorry, Tom, I must've mis-counted the petals" he stammered nervously, his eyes darting up to Tom's unimpressed face quickly then back to the floor.

Hermione seethed as she stood there, literally covered from head to toe in pink slime. Neither one of them so much as glanced in her direction or bothered to ask if she was alright. Not that she had expected anything less, mind. Still, after taking the brunt of it in an effort to shield his highness, she would have thought it was at least worth a 'thank you', or even a barely noticeable nod of the head if he couldn't manage to choke out the words to someone of her…background.

"I'm fine, thanks for asking." She groused as she pulled her goo-covered robe off leaving her clad in only her oxford school shirt, tie, and plaid skirt. With a quick scourgify, the goo was removed from her hands, face, and hair, and she turned to Tom lifting an eyebrow as she pointed her wand at him.

His eyes darted to her light vine wood wand, and back to her face, before they narrowed, not deigning to answer.

Hermione scoffed at his attitude and pocketed her wand, "Suit yourself." She mumbled as she turned away from him.

"Dear Merlin!, what's happened here?" Slughorn came bustling up to their bench looking back and forth between the three of them and to the pink gooey mess all over the table.

"Malfoy added too many petals" Hermione quickly said, not wanting either of them to take the opportunity to blame it on the mudblood.

She saw Abraxas' eyes narrow at her pronouncement, and raised her eyebrow at him in challenge. If they thought she could be easily intimidated, they had another thing coming. There was one thing Hermione Granger would never allow anyone to mess with; her grades.

"Yes, well, a mistake easily made, I'm sure. Mister Malfoy, why don't you help me get this mess sorted out while Mister Riddle and Miss Granger report to the hospital wing to make sure there is no lasting damage."

"Sir, honestly, I feel fine-" she began before Tom interjected smoothly.

"Of course, we will report straight to the hospital wing as instructed, Professor."

Professor Slughorn clapped Tom on the back, "That's the spirit, my boy, you can never be too careful, I always say!"

Hermione turned a glare at Tom, and dutifully followed him out of the class room as he made a show of opening the door for her to pass through ahead of him. Halfway down the hall, she suddenly found herself being unceremoniously shoved into an empty classroom. Luckily for her, she had anticipated him doing something like this, and already had her wand at the ready in her hand.

She spun around quickly to face him, her wand pointing at his chest, as she heard the door slam shut and wards sliding into place with a lazy flick of his hand. He looked down his perfectly straight nose at her, clearly not even remotely threatened by her display.

"Tsk, tsk…did you honestly think I would let you get away with that little stunt?" he tutted as he took a step towards her, batting her wand out of the way with his hand.

"By 'stunt' are you referring to my attempt to stop Abraxas from screwing up our potion, or my attempt to shield you from the damage?" she snorted taking a step back until the backs of her legs came in contact with a desk.

"Don't be coy, Miss Granger, I think we both know exactly what I'm talking about." He said as he mirrored her movement, trapping her body with his against the desk.

At this close proximity, she caught the light scent of his aftershave as he hovered over her, as well as the warmth radiating from his body that was just a little too close, and suddenly she couldn't catch her breath; she leaned towards him just slightly trying to inhale just a little bit more as her eyes fluttered shut, and her pulse began to race.

"I'm afraid you'll have to be more specific" she answered, her voice suddenly much huskier than it had been a moment ago. His brows furrowed in confusion as he noticed how flushed her cheeks had become, and had she just been sniffing him? When her eyes flicked up to his, her pupils were dilated.

"Miss Granger…"he began questioningly, wondering if maybe she did need to go to the hospital wing after all.

"it's Hermione…" she whispered breathily as she leaned in towards the crook of his neck to sniff him again.

"Er…Hermione then-" he said suddenly quite entranced with the way her fingers were now sliding up the front of his blazer.

"Yes, Tom?" she said huskily as she sucked her bottom lip between her teeth.

She was looking at him predatorily now, as if he were a juicy steak. His Adam's Apple bobbed in his throat as he swallowed thickly, not having anticipated this sort of reaction from her, of all people.

"Perhaps I should escort you to the hospital wing after all." He suggested, wondering why he was still standing there allowing her to touch him in such a way.

"Or perhaps you could escort me somewhere a bit more private." She smirked as one of her hands slid up into his hair at the nape of his neck.

He sucked in a breath and felt his cock twitch as her fingers tugged at his hair. Was she was seriously suggesting that he…

"I've often wondered if all you needed was a good fuck, Tom." She breathed against his ear.

Oh God, she was…

"I'm not sure that's-" he began before she pressed her finger to his lips

"Shhh…Stop talking" she whispered again, and she pulled his head down to hers, brushing her lips lightly over his.

He was at war with himself as her small pink tongue darted out and traced his bottom lip. He hated this girl with a fiery passion; she was the embodiment of everything he sought to destroy, yet the feel of her fingers gently massaging his scalp, and her teeth nipping at his bottom lip was driving him mad. He snatched out his hand suddenly, grabbing a fistful of her wild curls, and wrenched her head back roughly hoping to resume control of the situation once more. When she actually moaned like the whore of Babylon, he felt all of his blood rushing south.

"Gods, yes Tom!" she breathed curling her fingers under the lapels of his blazer.

That was definitely not the reaction he had been going for…

Before he knew what he was doing, he hoisted her up onto the desk behind her, pushing her legs apart so he could stand between them. He threaded his fingers into her hair again, since she seemed to enjoy that, and he captured her lips with his, sweeping his tongue into her mouth as she invited him in. Any remaining capability he had for rational thought vanished a moment later when her hand brushed the front of his trousers to palm his painfully hard cock.

"Fuck…" he swore as her lips broke away from his to leave a trail of kisses over his jaw and down his throat.

"Precisely what I had in mind" she chuckled in a way that sounded dirty as she grabbed his hand that wasn't buried in her hair and guided it down between her legs to her very damp knickers.

Merlin, he shouldn't be doing this…this was Granger. Not only was she a mudblood, but it was obvious that she must be experiencing some sort of side effect from her exposure to their botched potion, and though he may be many things, a rapist wasn't one of them. With a tremendous amount self-control, he managed to take a step back from her, forcing his eyes up to hers, and cast a wandless Petrificus totalis. She immediately froze, her brown eyes wide with surprise and confusion.

"I'm taking you to the hospital wing, Granger. As amusing as this was, I won't have you accusing me of rape come morning." He said as casually as he could manage, and using a Levicorpus charm to levitate her to the hospital wing.

oOo0oOo

Try as he might, he couldn't get the image of her sitting on that desk with her legs parted, looking up at him with her wide brown eyes and those kiss swollen lips, out of his mind. He knew, realistically, it was only the potion that had made her behave in such a way, but gods what he would have given to take her right then on top of that desk, feeling how hot and wet she was.

Would she have screamed my name? He thought, the idea of that was making his cock hard all over again. He hadn't been used to, or expecting how aggressive she had been; most of the girls he had been with previously would mostly just lay there, and let him do whatever he wanted, but not her, oh no…she was a force to be reckoned with. He idly wondered if that too was part of the potion's effect, or if that was just her…Hermione.

He caught her eye as she entered the Great Hall, and allowed himself a small smirk when he noticed the way she blushed and pressed her lips together in a grim line, quickly avoiding his gaze. She should be grateful really, he was certain that someone like Abraxas, or certainly Avery, wouldn't have had the self-control to stop, not when she was groping them like a Grindylow, mudblood or no. He stood then, shouldering his bag, and glancing at her one last time before striding from the great hall; he decided in that moment that he would have Hermione Granger, but she would come to him.

oOo0oOo

He pretended to ignore her as she dropped down heavily into the seat opposite him at his table in the library, sighing dramatically. When he didn't acknowledge her presence, and continued to write on the parchment in front of him, she dropped a heavy book on the table between them.

"Can I help you with something?" he snapped, not bothering to even glance in her direction.

"As a matter of fact, yes. I do believe that this was supposed to be a group assignment." She said evenly crossing her arms over her chest expectantly.

"What's the matter, Granger, you don't trust me?" Tom replied, raising a perfectly sculpted eyebrow at her.

She snorted.

Tom scowled, "You know, most students would be grateful and just take the 'O'" he snapped as he narrowed his eyes at her

"Well, I think you'll find that I'm not like most students, Tom. I earn my grades. In fact, most of the boys I've known would let me do all the work and happily take the credit." She said in challenge resting her chin on her palm as she looked at him expectantly.

In that moment, he was reminded just how not like other girls she was, and he stared at her for longer than necessary until she began to squirm uncomfortably in her seat. Good.

"And I think you're aware, Hermione, that I'm not like other men." He said with a smirk as he watched the skin of her neck flush. Just as his eyes dropped back to the parchment, he heard her ask hesitantly, "Why did you stop?"

His quill stopped moving and he slowly raised his eyes back to hers.

"Do you want the proper answer, or the real one?" He asked her, gazing at her intently.

She swallowed nervously, and brushed the feather of her quill over her bottom lip appearing to think it over for a moment before she answered.

"Both." She said quietly.

He set his quill down and looked around to make sure they were alone before he spoke.

"Because you were obviously experiencing side effects from the potion and it was my duty to see that you received proper care. Also, because I'm not a rapist." He said evenly.

She nodded, his answer not having been the one she was expecting. She had expected him to say that he had stopped because she was a filthy mudblood, and that he had come to his senses before it was too late.

He watched her closely as she bit her lip seeming to debate with herself over something.

"Is there something else you wish to say?" he said pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation.

"It wasn't a lust potion." She mumbled quietly.

"What?" He said leaning forwards slightly.

She took a deep breath, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment as she admitted a little louder, "It wasn't a lust potion."

His eyes widened in surprise and he blinked at her.

"After a vial of pepper-up potion and a cold shower, I went to the library to research how the addition of the extra moonflower petal would affect the potion. It turns out that Moonflower petals are mostly inert, therefore they wouldn't have changed the properties of the potion, only making it more volatile, hence the resulting explosion."

"So what your saying is-"

"That we were doused with the draught of Peace. Anything that resulted thereafter was not an effect of the potion." She admitted as a blush rose to her cheeks.

"Why are you telling me this?" he asked suddenly, wondering why she would confess such information.

"Because I wanted you to know." she said thoughtfully as she stood from her chair, pulling her bag onto her shoulder and taking a step away before she turned back to look at him over her shoulder, "And because I like the way you smell." she said with a barely suppressed grin, as she noticed the corner of his lips curve up into a smirk.

oOo0oOo

"It's past curfew, you know." He said as his eyes flicked over her form.

She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth to keep the smirk from forming on her lips as she nodded her acknowledgment. She was leaning casually against the wall of the seventh floor corridor, with one leg propped up and her arms crossed over her chest as if she'd been waiting for someone.

"Why aren't you in bed, Miss Granger?" he asked arching an eyebrow up at her curiously.

"Why indeed?" she chuckled seemingly to herself and pushed off the wall taking a step towards him, "Maybe I was waiting for someone."

His eyebrows rose marginally at her blatant disregard for the school rules, "Oh? Please do enlighten me then, Miss Granger, on which other house I shall be taking points from this evening."

She smirked and took another step towards him, knowing he would stand his ground. He watched her with snake-like precision as her hand reached towards him and she curled one of her fingers under his green and silver tie.

"Slytherin." she answered taking another step towards him until she could feel the hard planes of his chest against hers.

Her breath hitched as his lips hovered over hers, stopping just before they made contact, to whisper, "If this isn't what you want, say so now."

Rather than answer, her lips brushed over his, sucking his bottom lip into her mouth before releasing it with a quiet 'pop'. He let out a soft groan and moved in swiftly, kissing her hungrily and threading his fingers through her wild curls.

A door appeared in the wall behind her, and her hand fumbled with the handle until it opened and she pulled him inside with her, closing it behind her with a soft click. As his lips broke away from hers to look around, he stifled a laugh when he saw that they were once again in the same classroom they had been in after the potion's accident.

At his unasked question, her lips curved into a smirk as she hopped up onto the desk in front of him, letting her legs fall open invitingly.

His fingers grasped her hips as he stepped between her thighs, brushing his lips teasingly against hers and then backing off a bit, wanting to see what she would do. He chuckled when she made a small sound of frustration in the back of her throat, until she finally pulled his head down to hers in a demanding kiss.

She wasn't shy, not that he was expecting her to be; she was a Gryffindor, after all. Her tongue slid against his expertly, and he groaned when he felt her legs come up to wrap around his waist and her hands sliding over his chest, steadily moving south…

"I want you, Tom, right here on top of this desk." She whispered breathily in his ear as she peppered kisses over his jaw

Oh God…

He was painfully hard now, his fingers gripping her hips tightly, as she rocked against him insistently with a soft moan. Normally, when he found himself in this situation, which, admittedly wasn't often, he preferred to fuck from behind, not particularly interested in sharing intimacy with someone he was only planning to use for self-gratification; with Hermione, though, he wants to see the look in her eyes when she comes apart.

His hand slipped down between them, and he trailed a finger along the edge of her already damp knickers. Her moan of encouragement was all he needed to hear as his fingers delved underneath, stroking her swollen clit, before sliding into her as deep as they would go.

He groaned when he felt her muscles clench around his fingers, imagining how it would feel around his throbbing cock.

"More" she cried out as she bit her lip and looked up at him with a lusty gaze.

Her fingers were already making quick work of his belt, and pulling it off with a sharp tug.

Even in his lust-fogged state, he remembered to ask a very important question, "Are you on the potion?"

Her fingers stilled on the button of his pants, "I'm on the Pill."

His eyebrows drew together in confusion. The potion was what all witches took to prevent any unwanted pregnancies, so what was this pill?

Sensing his confusion but not wanting to get into a lengthy discussion about futuristic muggle birth control methods, she bit back a smirk, "It's as good as, trust me."

Further questioning was forgotten as her nails raked over the front of his trousers. With a flick of his wrist, her knickers disappeared and she was spread before him with her plaid school skirt hiked up around her waist looking up at him with "fuck me" eyes.

"I'm not going to be gentle." He warned her as she pushed his pants down and freed his swollen cock.

"I don't want you to be." She breathed and leaned back on her elbows, scooting forward a bit to give him better access. He lined himself up with her entrance and held her gaze as he thrust into her hard, causing her to cry out and throw her head back in either pleasure or pain…he couldn't sure which.

"Fuck yes, Tom!"

So it was pleasure then.

He pounded into her, the way he had imagined himself doing so many times since the day of the potion's accident. Her little mewling cries and he way she periodically gazed up at him like prey fueled him on. He could tell that she was close when he felt her muscles squeezing him tighter, and so he began to circle her clit with his thumb as he brought her crashing over the edge. Watching Hermione come was glorious; her head was thrown back in pleasure and the sound that erupted from her could only be described as a shriek, with a few cuss words sprinkled in that were almost unintelligible. As her muscles contracted around his cock, he couldn't hold back his own release. He came inside her like the Hogwarts Express, filling her with his seed.

"Fuck…Hermione…Unghhhh."

Not the sexiest thing he could've uttered in that moment, to be sure, but it's not as if it could be helped; not while she was still spread before him like an all-you-eat buffet, looking like a naughty school girl who'd just been throroughly fucked by him.

He pulled out of her with a shudder, instantly feeling an inexplicable sense of loss, and cast a wandless Scourgify to clean them both up. He pulled his pants back up and watched her in amusement as she attempted to push her skirt back down and scoot off the desk to stand. He smirked when her knees wobbled and he caught her around the waist, pulling her against his chest.

"That was…" she began, trying to find the right words.

"Amazing? I know." He said with a smug smile.

"…Not what I would have expected from you." She finished, chuckling as she watched his smile turn into a scowl.

"I mean that in a good way." She clarified, her lips curving up into a smirk as she felt his posture relax slightly.

"What were you expecting then?" he asked raising an eyebrow at her curiously.

She looked thoughtful for a moment, "I didn't take you for the considerate type" she answered honestly, "I wasn't expecting that you would make me come like that."

It was his turn to smirk, "Well, Hermione, as I'm sure you know by know, I strive for perfection."

She threaded her fingers into his hair again and pulled him down for another kiss, feeling her stomach flutter at the way he nipped playfully at her lips. She was in dangerous territory, she knew, falling for the young Dark Lord was not something she had endeavored to do in her travels to the past, yet here she was, fucking up the timeline.

"Well, you succeeded." she answered, allowing him to capture her lips once more, future be damned.