Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling has ownership of all characters, except for this plot.

Summary: A midnight rendezvous between a the handsome, dark, blue eyed, ambitious Tom Riddle, soon to be Voldemort, with Hermione Granger. After a trip to the past, Hermione is known to Tom and, here, he attempts to seduce the bright witch to join his side.

Midnight Rendezvous
One Shot
By hpfanf

"I want you," Tom Riddle said with pleading eyes. "I know you don't want me and you want nothing to do with me but I must ask you, again, to think about it."

"No, Tom. " Hermione said, turning around. "I told you I can't and I won't." After turning, she suddenly found her face mere inches away from Tom's. His slow, gentle and constant breaths gently blew at her cheek and sent shivers down her spine. He really is too close to me, Hermione thought.

"You don't need to be branded my beauty," he whispered in her ear, "all you have to do is help me once a while with a few projects. Think about it." Tom's lips slowly and deliberately moved away from her ears and made their way to her lips. Seductively, he licked and sucked on her lower lip.

Hermione's breaths became more rapid and heavy as she felt his erection pressed against her abdomen. She closed her eyes and tried to tell herself that he was manipulating her, seducing her, and trying to use her to get to work for him. But she found that her senses were numb and unresponsive as he continued to kiss her, suck her and cradle her in his arms. She really couldn't focus on anything else but the burning sensation that she was experiencing; there was just no escape from the passion and desire he was building inside of her. She felt as though there was a great fire burning within her core, waiting to be erupted. However, Tom held the key to her release but it was evident that he wasn't willing to drive her to the edge just yet.

His hands found her breasts and he began to cup them and squeeze them as though they were lemons waiting to be juiced. To Hermione's pleasure, Tom started kneading and pinching her nipples. Oh God, Hermione thought. What kind of trouble have I gotten myself into? And with that she lost all thought and urged Tom closer to her and weaving her fingers in his hair, she offered her neck to his demanding lips. She arched back and allowed him to take total control of her pleasure.

"You taste divine," He whispered to her as he continued his assault on his senses. His delicate and considerate worship of her body made her feel a tinge of regret and loss. Why couldn't he be a normal man? Why couldn't he be a good boy that I can fall in love with without feeling guilty? Hermione thought. Because, if he was all these things, you probably wouldn't be standing here having a midnight rendezvous with him.

"Stop," Hermione said in a low voice but Tom didn't stop, he kept on kissing her everywhere; her lips, her tongue, her face, her nose, her eyelids, her breasts, and anywhere else he could find. "Tom, stop," Hermione said again, but more forcibly this time. So the twenty one year old top stopped, to his misfortune. He would have liked to continue to please her, to giver her desire, to show her the life, passion, and promising future he could give her. But he knew his Hermione: strong, powerful, intelligent, and opinionated. Just the way I like my woman, Tom thought. And with that he kissed her on the lips; passionate, gentle and wanting.

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A/N: Alright, I hope you enjoyed this one-shot story. If you liked it, leave a review. I didn't want to make it too long, otherwise it would become tediously wordy. Don't forget to review, thanks :)