Hermione's heart stopped beating, as her eyes bulged towards his response. What? This was not making sense to her at all. A blurry cloud just invaded her mind. What was happening? Nervously, she replied:
What? I can't, it would be a grave mistake if I did do it. I would set a basilisk on all muggle borns including me. I don't speak parseltounge either. I don't understand anything Tom.
She sat there in the dark, wondering what Tom would reply. This was too much.
Don't worry; we will talk about this later. Tell me what are your hobbies? What do you like?
It was obvious he was getting off the subject but Hermione knew he would bring it up again.
Well, I like spending my free time reading and learning new things. Of course, it's easy for me to master spells in class. My brain just can't get enough of learning new things!
Tom replied:
Wow! I've found someone exactly like me! You're really one of a kind Hermione!
Hermione couldn't help but let out a giggle.
I do wish I could see you Tom.
She bit on her lip as her eyes scanned for a reply
But I can see you Hermione, and might I say, you are incredibly beautiful. If you want to see me, well, all I can say is that keep your eyes wide open tonight!
It was amazing, having a conversation with Tom Riddle. Hermione decided not to reply. She glanced at the stained-glass window and gasped. "Oh my god! Its night already!" she quickly changed into her turquoise pyjamas and lay down in bed. Hermione peeked above her blanket. Lavender and Parvati lay fast asleep. Keep your eyes wide open tonight. Curiously, she laid still, eyes open as wide as a crocodile's mouth. Soon, she was asleep, as hours had flown by yet nothing happened.
She was standing in a dim corridor alone. She looked around, as the corridor became familiar to her. It was a corridor in Hogwarts, though she had never walked it. It seemed to be after dark, as the pale moon shone through the large window. Thundery footsteps bellowed the walls. Hermione panicked. Where was the noise coming from? Suddenly, her arm was gripped, and she was running. Ahead of her, was the back of a tall boy, with a long robe, who was running quickly. His hair was black as the night sky. "STOP! Where are you taking me? Who are you?" screamed Hermione. "There's a monster... It's behind us… just don't look back Hermione!" he puffed, clearly out of breath. He reached the Girls Lavatory. Hermione had never been here, as girls often told her about Moaning Myrtle. The boy flung them both in and slammed the heavy door behind me, yet not turning round. "What was that?!" shouted Hermione. "That was the monster within the Chamber of Secrets, it was a basilisk. If you look it in the eye, instant death comes your way", he explained. "Who are you?" asked Hermione. "Tom Marvolo Riddle," said Tom. Hermione felt an urge of excitement rush through her. It was him. It was Tom. "I want to see you! Please do turn around!" exclaimed Hermione. He slowly turned round, revealing his face. He had jet black curly hair, with an elegant jaw line. His eyes were sharp and daring, and he was tall. He was beautiful. "Now, listen to me Hermione. I need you to do me a favour, it will be for your own good", said Tom slowly. Hermione nodded. "I need you to open the Chamber of Secrets. Now before you say anything just think about it", he slowly walked round her, as she winced as his presence invaded her. "Think about it, Muggle-borns have no place in the wizarding world. It would only make sense if a wizard had PURE wizarding blood. But you, you are much more than a muggle born, you have the intelligence of all the wizards put together. You will not get attacked." Hermione thought long and hard. Somehow, his words were right. Muggle borns are from the muggle world, and it would only be fitting if you had pure wizarding blood. Yet of course Hermione didn't know what she was putting herself up to. Tom was 'persuasive'. "Your right Tom", Hermione spoke up. Tom stopped walking, and smirked. She turned round, their eyes reflecting one another's. "Tell me what I need to do", said Hermione. "I knew you'd come around Hermione," said Tom, placing his hand on her cheek. He held her hand, and led her to the sink. Hermione felt a sensation rush through her. He let go suddenly. "Hesh-A-Saath", whispered Tom in another language. It was parseltounge. Hermione had heard Harry speak it last year. A thud exploded throughout the room. The top of the round sink, started floating up, as the sink tom stood at shifted down. "This is the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets. Remember the words I spoke VERY carefully. Come here during the Yule Ball and you know what follows. We will purge the school of unwanted wizards!" laughed Tom, as Hermione let out a shaky laugh. "Wait, is this a dream Tom?" asked Hermione. "Of course it is, a dream that is real", said Tom. Slowly everything started fading, Hermione felt herself shift away from Tom. A spark filled the air as Hermione screamed 'Tom'. There she woke in the dead of the night, in her dormitory, as Lavender Brown's snores sang in the night.