Prompt: Rain
Pairing: Tomione
A stomach rumbled loudly, breaking the silence and causing one pf the two people to turn quite red, while the other just looked at her in amusement.
"Perhaps you should just head back and get something to eat, you skipped two meals today so you must be starving."
"And let you continue there on your own? I don't think so." She snapped, hungry and tired after following him through the forest all day. If that stupid, irritating, vile, loathsome, idiotic, unappealing jerk got them lost she was going to kill him - she conveniently forgot the fact that she herself was lost and had no idea which direction would lead them back to the village.
"If you say so dear." He gave her a mocking smile before increasing their pace.
The prat, didn't he ever get tired or hungry? After all hehadn't eaten anything today either and it was getting close to suppertime from the looks of things. She should have known better than to listen to him when he said he packed everything they would need, because obviously they had different opinions on the matter. All he brought was books, not even a morsel of food was to be seen when she peeked into it.
"I'm not your dear." Hermione muttered half-heartedly, sighing and glancing up again at the sky, her eyes narrowing - were there more clouds in the sky than earlier? Yes, there most definitely were, she was positive that the sky was relatively clear but now that was definitely a bunch of nimbostratus, the heavy, dark clouds were practically screaming 'run for cover'. How had neither of them noticed this sooner?
"Riddle." She broke the silence, "Shouldn't we head back before it rains?" And get some food while we're at it you inhuman creep.
"It's not going to rain." He didn't bother turning around to face her, but his voice was definitely condescending.
"It's definitely going to rain." She argued, "You see those clouds?" She pointed at the sky even though he wasn't looking at her, "Any moment now they're probably going to start showering water all over us."
"So you ever get tired of talking in that swotty tone?" He was clearly annoyed now, Hermione was convinced that he was glaring hard enough to wither the trees around them, that is, if looks could kill. The very thought of him getting irritated over her questioning his all-knowingself brought a gleeful smile to her face. Just wait until she was actually proven right, that would be heavenly.
Imagine, Hermione Granger proving Tom Riddle wrong.
"Stop smiling, Granger." He hissed, breaking through her silent reverie. How the hell did he even know? He wasn't looking at her, she was pretty sure she would notice if his gorgeous eyes glanced her way. Gorgeous? She meant shrewd, calculating, very unimpressive, beautiful shade of gre-. gah! She shook her head, dislodging such vile and unwelcome thoughts. There was nothing gorgeous about Riddle at all.
"I can't help it, I found joy in everything that annoys you." She chirped out, yes that was more like it. No more annoying thoughts about Riddle being sexy.
He stopped and turned around so suddenly that she ran into him, for once glad that he was so much taller than her because if her head hadn't hit chest it would have smacked right into his, now that would have been painful.
"Really." Oh no, that purring tone of voice he was using definitely meant bad, badnews. For her.
She swallowed nervously, mustering up every ounce of Gryffindor courage that she had left in her, and looked him straight in the eye, "Yes."
The smile on his face was definitely evil, she was dead. Lord Voldemort Jr was going to kill her, fillet her and leave her for some poor starving creatures. She just knew it. Goodbye life.
"Pray, tell me-" His fingers trailed down the side of her face before the rest of his hand joined it, cupping her face like a lover as his thumb gently stroked away a stubborn strand of hair. She licked her suddenly dry lips and her eyes darted around, wondering which way would be the best direction to run if he did start throwing unforgivables at her.
"-Just why did you decide to journey to Albania with me if you dislike me so much." His voice was lower, huskier, and his eyes were narrowed at her thoughtfully, and Merlin, when his hand lowered around her neck, resting above her pulse, it was strangely more erotic than terrifying, and it was still terrifying.
"I told you, I want to be a magizoologist and since you were already going to Albania I figured we may as well together since it;s safer than coming on your own." She told him, this wasn't the first time he had asked what she was really doing with him in Albania and she guessed it wouldn't be the last since he still seemed inclined to not believe her.
"Really, now." He looked incredibly amused and he took a small step forward, they had been close before but now they were completely touching, her smaller, softer body molding against his leaner, taller frame. His hand slowly trailed back up before tangling in her hair and jerking her head roughly back, "It's funny you should say that," his voice sounded anything but amused, "Because I have a different theory."
His eyes darted down to her mouth for a second, almost too quickly for Hermione to notice if she wasn't so entranced and scared right now, like the mouse caught in the cobras gaze.
"I think, Hermione, that you know exactly what I'm doing in Albania and know exactly what I'm looking for." A chill overcame her body and she was sure she had gone pale, "I think from the very beginning when we ran into each other in Diagon Alley you knew who I was and what I have done."
His voice lowered and he leaned over, getting too close for her comfort, "And, you know what I'm going to do."
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no. Oh Godric, why. If there was a god she really hoped he would take pity on her and just smite her now because she seriously doubted Riddle was going to just let her go with a pat on the head now. Why did she think this was a good idea. What possessed her to try and steal the diadem before Riddle could, she should have just hid out for a couple of years, waiting until Harry's parents were in school or something, then destroyed all the Horcruxes before trying to off the guy. But nooo, she just had to follow him. So much for her supposed cleverness.
"Oh yesss." His voice came out in a hiss, "I know everything Hermione. Want to know why?"
"Not particularly." She muttered, wishing he would just get it over with and stop gloating, Merlin, Harry was right. The man sure did love to hear himself talk.
"You were so goodat avoiding eye contact, you see, that's when I first realized you had something to hide from me, and I wondered, how could she possibly know I'm a legilimens." His other hand was now caressing her face while the first continued holding her head in place by the hair, giving her quite the crick in the neck too.
"It made me really curious my dear, your strange behavior, the way you seemed to know things people shouldn't know, it all made me want to know more." His smile widened at her obvious distress, "You forgot, dearest, that legilimency works when someone is sleeping too. The minds right open for the taking."
Nope, scratch her earlier comment. He was going to keep her around for a while and then kill her. Even better.
"In that case why don't you just let me go since you have everything you want." He saw her false bravado for what it was, his mouth curled up before planting a soft kiss on the corner of hers.
"Now why would I want to do that?" Riddle asked her, "When there's so many other things I could do with you." His tongue licked the seam of her laps making her gasp in shock, and perhaps, a little bit of pleasure. Whatever the reason, he took advantage of the situation and slipped his tongue inside, pressing against her body as the kiss deepened.
The heat of him pressing into her, the feel oh his hands holding her face still so he could take what he wanted, it was all too much for Hermione's strained mind. It completely shut down, all logical thoughts and morals flew out the window as her body responded and her hands reached up to pull him closer, to run themselves through his hair. A soft moan left her lips when he bit and tugged at her own bottom one, she never wanted this to stop.
Boom. A crash of thunder sounded and shocked Hermione, quickly bringing her to her senses seconds before the sky fell and drenched them completely. One moment it was dry the next it was like buckets upon buckets of water were falling on the two.
Hermione smiled, a smugly superior look on her face, "Told you it would rain."
Tom just rolled his eyes and pulled her back to him, silencing that impertinent mouth of hers with another kiss.
AN: I got the idea of people using legilimency on someone who is asleep from Nerys' story 'The Apprentice'
