Chapter 1- I flew for miles just to find you and find myself.
He didn't know where she was.
The seventh years were in frenzy. Whispers gained momentum until it felt like students were screaming, "Hermione Granger: VANISHED!" There were moments when people stopped in the hallways to stare at him; this young man wearing a uniform associated with the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The natural paleness of his face was noticeable against the dark green robes he wore on a daily basis. He was tall for a seventh year and devastatingly handsome. Every physical feature on his person was said to have been personally blessed to him by fairies. He had hands that held large palms with long fingers; fingers which were often seen gracefully performing powerful spells and stirring difficult potions. Students were constantly talking about how handsome he was. The perfect example of a male, they would rave.
His skin was a pale shade of cream, with smoothness to its texture comparable to pearls. His hair fell across his forehead in shades of midnight blue to raven black, which for the most part, was straight and cut short. However, it had enough waves in it that it lent him the look of a man who just had a lover run her hands through his locks. His face was aristocratic in nature, with a rounded chin that accented his jaw line, making it more refined. Whenever he walked, his body moved sensually, with such grace it imitated the walk of a panther. His body was lithe, with broad shoulders, a long torso, and even longer legs. His eyes, shockingly, were the deepest shade of emerald green. Yet, his eyes were cold; unresponsive. They remained emotionless; however, like lightening that flashed during a storm, his eyes would flash brightly whenever he was in her presence.
Not that she noticed. Hermione Granger never gave him any clue as to whether she noticed anything about him or not. He would not have given her any notice either, that is, if she hadn't looked at him with her dark brown eyes; eyes that seared through his very soul and left him feeling as if she knew everything about him. With that one look, Hermione Granger left him feeling as if he had lost all the air in his lungs, as if he was placed under an Imperio and left without any instruction, as if he would never be able to live in complete confidence ever again. With that one look, Hermione Granger, the mousy girl who had transferred into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in their last and final year, left Tom Marvolo Riddle feeling shaken, and for the first time, frightened out of his very being.
It was during moments like these that bright flashes of red could be seen flaring through his eyes, and if one was to stare into his eyes long enough, the bright flashes of red would have turned into a deep red, the color of unicorn blood the moment before it reacted with the air and turned into the color silver. If one was to look directly into this boy's face, one would also notice the grim lines around the corners of his mouth, and terrifying stare that this boy displayed whenever the name "Hermione Granger" was mentioned. It was during moments like these, moments where he recalled their initial meeting, that he would grow even quieter than was normal for his self. It was moments like that, that drove him to take his broom and fly around Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, hoping to catch a glimpse of her, and dreading the moment, as she took off her clothing and readied herself for bed. It was during his flights, the flights where he hoped and feared of finding her that he would recall memories of finally taking action against Hermione Granger…
Her lips were unresponsive to his kisses, but he drank from her lips like a man dying. He drew back a little and gently traced a line down her cheek with his fingers. Her eyes were pools of darkness that held the look of fear. Tenderly he kissed her again; he licked her neck, nuzzling his way into her hair, breathing in her scent. He bit her neck, making her quake with fear…
He swore out load at the memories shooting through his mind. He was flying, hoping to find her, knowing that it would be just like last night, the night before, the weeks before, where he kept searching for her, only to become lost in his own memories. The memories of when he watched her as she traversed the hallways late at night. The memories of when he watched her as she sobbed in the Astronomy Tower. The memories of when he watched her as she screamed into her knees as she lay curled in the Owlery. The memories of her tears and her screams were always in the forefront of his mind…
He roughly unbuttoned her blouse, causing buttons to fly across the room as she stiffened and struggled against his body. He snatched the catch on her bra, breaking the clasp, and again with her school skirt, staring with bright eyes because, at last, she was nude before him. He stared in amazement as her body broke out in goose bumps, chilled by the winter winds as it blew through her broken bedroom window. He stared at her body as it remained stiff against his. He kept on staring at her because he couldn't stop staring. He paused, filling his memory with the sight of her deliciously nude body...
He was obsessed.