A/N Please don't kill us...So, so sorry for the wait. Disclaimer in 1st chapter.
Yes, just to answer a few comment, Hermione is a little ...hysterical...because she was tortured and then thrown from a world where she is fighting for her life and to defend her blood status. She ends up in a world where the Hitler of her time is an attractive teenager and everyone is being nice. She knows most of their dirty little secrets and has no-one to confide in. However, Hermione will be back! This is sort of a turning point chapter for her...just wait.
Oh, there is a scene later in the chapter, sort of mild lime but it is marked with ***** where it starts and ends.
The awkwardness of this lemon was inspired by my face when Cheshire mentioned including one...
So, after this increadibly long AN, on with the show!
Chapter 11- Of Attacks and Advantages.
"YOU ABSOLUTE IDIOT!" Abraxas yelled at Cygnus who was slowly getting up from the bookshelf that he'd slammed into.
Fomalhault sighed and put a hand on Abraxas' shoulder, pulling him back before he did something to Cygnus that he would regret.
"Leave him be," Fomalhault ordered.
"LEAVE HIM BE?" Abraxas snapped, spinning around to face him, "DIDN'T YOU SEE WHAT HE JUST DID? HERMIONE HATES US! HATES US!"
"Shu'up you makin' my head hurt," Cygnus slurred, slowly pulling himself up from the floor.
His head really did hurt...
Lots.
"Abraxas, you really need to be quiet," Fomalhault urged, "We're not supposed to be out of the Common Room after dark! If we're caught..."
"If we're caught?" Abraxas hissed, "What if Hermione's caught? You two are being so stupid, I-"
Hermione sprinted for the door like her life depended on it but she was groggy after her dream and panicking and, of course, Tom got there before her.
She skidded to a halt before the door as he seemed to materialize in front of her.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Tom warned, sending a look at Hermione.
Hermione screamed again and ran back towards the bed, jumping over it and landing on her feet on the other side as stealthily as a cat.
She reached into her robes for her wand but her hand closed on empty air.
"Looking for this?" Tom smirked.
Hermione looked up to see him holding her wand from Ollivander's in pale hand as he smirked triumphantly.
"Or maybe this?" Tom continued, digging into his robes and pulling out another wand made of walnut and dragon heartstring.
Hermione didn't answer as her eyes darted between the two wands.
Hermione's fake one... And Bellatrix's.
"Cat got your tongue, Westron?" Tom teased as she ran her hands desperately through her hair.
Hermione didn't like this.
She was panicking.
She was being weak.
She was in the hands of the Dark Lord and he had her wand...
Both of them.
She was screwed.
Only when she could trust herself not to scream or not to break down in nervous tears did Hermione speak.
"...Give me back... My wand," She said quietly.
"Wand?" Tom repeated, "Shouldn't that be plural? Merlin, you actually made me think you could count there for a minute there! Probably not though..." He looked her up and down as if the answer lay in her figure
He'd done the wrong thing...
Tom knew it as soon as he looked at Hermione.
Her hands left her hair and clenched at her sides as she slowly raised her head to glare at him.
"You do not say that kind of thing..." Hermione said so quietly so that Tom had to strain to hear her, "...To a 21st Century feminist."
With a roar, Hermione threw herself over the bed and starting sprinting towards him, her hands clawing at his eyes, throat and annoyinglygood looking face.
She would love to put some red, jagged scratch marks there.
Tom spun out of her way as she charged.
But she was surprisingly agile and spun around almost instantly to attack him again.
"I hate you!" She spat, her voice filled with so much venom that Tom took a step back. She had given up on clawing his face and instead standing still, with her fists clenching and unclenching as the hot tears escaped from her eyes and started to stream down her face.
Tom froze as she started to sob.
Yes, he'd seen first year Mudbloods cry, usually because of his doing, but he'd never seen an almost full grown Pureblood cry.
Tom decided he didn't like crying.
It unnerved him.
Hesitantly, Tom moved forward until he was in front of Westron who was still sniveling and sobbing loudly.
"Are you... OK?"
"NO, I'M NOT OK!" Hermione screamed, lunging forward and pummeling him on the chest as the tears started to come faster, blinding her as she continued to scream, "DO I LOOK OK? I- I... I H-HATE... I HATE YOU!"
Tom surprised himself by not cursing the girl dead as her angry words turned into more uncontrollable tears and her tiny fists, continually beating at his chest as if he was a drum, became tiny claws that grasped onto his robes as if, if she let go, she would drown. As if Tom was Hermione's lifeline.
And then, he shocked himself even more.
He slowly put an arm around Hermione's tiny shaking, sobbing figure as his other hand stroked the wild mass of mattes and curls that was Hermione's hair.
He liked the fact that she held on to him, that he had that power over her.
His hand slipped lower, stroking her jaw before moving down to the smooth column of her neck. His hand froze there for a second as he wondered what it would be like to wrap his hand around that pale skin, having her begging and gasping for the oxygen that only he could provide.
Tom shook that thought away, Maybe later...
He continued his path down Hermione's body, fingers skimming her collarbone until he reached her breasts. She had stopped crying a while back and hadn't complained about his attentions yet. Surprisingly, he found himself enjoying the feel of her creamy white flesh. He moved his hand down the side of her body so that most of his hand was resting on her ribs, but his fingers were softly touching the underside of her breast.
"Riddle..w-what are you doing...?" Hermione breathed, feeling pricklings of awareness at Tom's touch. It felt good, but so, so wrong.
"Shhh, don't think about it..." He cooed into her ear and Hermione found herself wanting to comply.
She was so tired and upset and what Tom was doing could make her forget...just for a little while at least.
His hand continued it's descent over her ribs and down her stomach. The tension was thick and the only sounds in the room were the couple's heaving breathing and the rustle of fabric.
Suddenly, Tom whipped Hermione around to face him, keeping one hand on her hip and the other tangled in her hair. He looked down at her face. It was very pale, but her cheeks were flushed and her eyes remained red and slightly swollen from her tears. There were even tear-tracks down her cheeks and she looked up at him confused and seemingly waiting.
Even so, Tom thought she looked kind of...pretty and his eyes kept flickering between her lips and her eyes.
He crashed his mouth to hers while his hand clenched her hair and he pulled her closer to him. He roughly molded his lips to her small plump ones. She didn't respond for a moment so he pulled her lower lip into his mouth and dragged his teeth across it. She yelped, but wrapped her arms around his neck and returned the kiss with fervor. He felt her tongue poke out and shyly wait for Tom to open his mouth. He smirked, but complied and soon their tongues battled for dominance. Tom won and snaked his over, tasting Hermione, exploring her mouth.
Hermione pulled away first, panting and looking at Tom with hooded eyes. He met her gaze hand went to reach for the hem of her school jumper. He pulled it over her head slowly and threw it to the side. He started to loosen her tie, still looking into her eyes and then started to unbutton her shirt. Hermione's hands moved to do the same to him.
Her shirt was now on the floor and his had joined it. They both stood for a moment, taking each other in. He looked at her curvy figure, from her hips, to her waist, to her round breasts that were encased in a scarlet red bra.
Gryffindor red.
With a sneer, Tom reached behind her and unclasped the offending article, before tossing it away, revealing the two fleshy globes. Her nipples were hard and Tom couldn't resist cupping her breasts, before kneading them. He skimmed over her nipples before sharply tweaking one. To his surprise, Hermione moaned and the sound shot through him, causing his lust to build.
Hermione felt Tom's mouth close over one of her nipples, his tongue swirling and causing the most wonderful sensations. His removed his mouth and she nearly groaned at the loss before he brought his hands up to play with her breasts, while his mouth bit down on the soft flesh and sucked hard. She let out a whimper and Tom pulled away to look up at her.
"You have no idea what you're doing to me right now, Westron..." Tom's voice was thick and husky.
His arm snaked around her waist and he moved her closer to the bed that lay forgotten in the middle of the room.
A small but wicked smile crossed over her face as she practically purred for his touch.
A side of herself that Hermione had rarely seen (apart from the brief time she'd spent with Victor Krum) was taking over.
It had never been this strong and it was putting weird ideas into her head.
Lust.
Hermione had been confused and upset and before she knew what was happening, Tom had pounced on her.
Now she was being helped out of her skirt and pushed onto the bed as Tom smirked at her, wearing nothing but her scarlet underwear.
I'm going to have sex with the Dark Lord...
The thought crossed through Hermione's head, automatically setting emotions against each other.
Part of her was thrilled.
She was in the hands of Tom Riddle, the junior Dark Lord, who obviously had more experience than most teenagers. He was so good looking...
But then again, part of her was terrified... And appalled.
She was putting herself at the Dark Lord's mercy. What was she thinking?
WHAT ARE YOU DOING? An outraged voice shrieked inside Hermione's head, You're supposed to be doing this with Victor Krum! Don't you remember the way you felt about him? Are you really going to cheat on him with a boy who's going to grow up to look like his mother had an affair with a python? I don't know about you... But I wouldn't want that on my mind for the rest of my life... Think of the regret...
But, I -
Hermione started to protest.
NO, HERMIONE! The voice snarled, You can't do this.
Unhappy with her lack of response to his touch as she lost herself in her thoughts, Tom bent over Hermione and bit her hard on the neck giving her a deep cut.
She yelped in surprise and pain as her attention was brought back to him.
With an amused smile, Tom started to remove her scarlet underwear, only to get a shock as Hermione pulled them straight back up into their original position as, outraged at his lack of respect for her, she scowled angrily, finally starting to realize what was happening.
The tears dried up long ago and Hermione's brain was working properly again.
She didn't want this.
But determined to get his way, Tom tried again, pulling her underwear down with one hand while stroking her creamy thigh with the other.
She reacted with his touch, wanting more, but she was determined and slapped his hand away from her.
With a savage growl of an animal protecting its territory, Tom grabbed Hermione's wrists and yanked them over her head with one hand before trying again with her underwear.
Hermione gasped in protest and wriggled under him, trying to get out of his iron grasp but to no prevail.
When this didn't work, she tried pushing her hips up in an effort to try and push Tom off her but he saw this as an act of lust and only held her down with more force.
After trying different techniques, all of which failed, she used the last thing she could...
She kneed him in the groin.
He gave a muffled grunt of pain and released Hermione's arms before falling onto the bed beside her, groaning quietly.
Without much hesitance, Hermione fished her wands (the one from Ollivander's and Bellatrix's) out of Tom's pockets and used a spell to put her clothes back on quickly before making a dash for the door.
However Tom recovered more quickly than she thought.
As she reached for the door handle, his hand grabbed her shoulder and spun her round.
"What the bloody hell are you doing?" Tom roared, "How dareyou run from me?"
She didn't dignify him with an answer as tears were starting to stream down her cheeks again and instead slapped him hard over the face.
His cheek smarted and he cursed angrily, "Son of a Mudblood!"
A hand whipped to his pink cheek and Hermione used this opportunity to dash out the door.
She slammed it behind her and cast a spell that would project an image of herself running in the opposite direction of which she actually was.
With that done, she pocketed her wand and sprinted down the marble staircase as fast as she could.
Tom burst from The Room of Requirement, snarling angrily and scanning around for Hermione.
She had disobeyed him and denied him of what he wanted...
Tom always got what he wanted and that wasn't about to change...
He spotted two Hermione's, both running in different directions, one up the stairs and one down but it was clear which one was the real Hermione.
It was the one running down the stairs.
He knew that, because it was the only Hermione that was sobbing.
Being as silent as he could, he started running after her, taking two steps at a time and quickly catching up with her, despite her head start.
Hermione was on the first floor before she knew where she was going.
She glanced back up the stairs to see Tom on the floor above her, glaring down at her as he waited impatiently for the stairs to move.
Hermione sent a silent thank you to whoever or whatever controlled the moving stairs and darted down the corridor and into a random door on her left.
A girls' bathroom.
Hermione sighed in relief.
Tom wouldn't come in there.
Despite that, she still ran into the end cubicle of the second row of toilets (the furthest away from the bathroom door), locked the door and sat on the closed toilet, pulling her legs up so she could hug them to her chest.
It was then she realized where she was...
This was where she'd made Polyjuice Potion in second year... In this exact cubicle... In Moaning Myrtle's bathroom... Which Harry and Ron had later found out was where the entrance to The Chamber of Secrets was...
Where Lord Voldemort kept his basilisk... No... Where Tom Riddle kept his basilisk...
The basilisk that had recently killed Myrtle.
And who was after her?
Tom. Marvolo. Bloody. Riddle.
A door creaked open, the door to the bathroom, and footsteps approached the cubicles.
"Westron..." A voice called out slowly, "Come out, come out, where ever you are..."
Hermione didn't make a noise, didn't breathe, in hope that he'd decide she wasn't there and leave.
No such luck.
"Fine," Tom called, "I'll just have to come and find you..."
A door slammed open, followed by another one and another.
Hermione had counted two rows of cubicles... With 7 cubicles in a row.
Tom was on the other row. Hermione could hear him.
She slowly unlocked her door and waited until the sixth door slammed open. If she could run now, Tom might not catch her.
Sliding out of the cubicle, she ran for the door, only to come face to face with Riddle who was standing with his arms crossed over his chest in front of the main bathroom door.
Funnily enough, he was smirking again but with an angry edge to it this time.
He'd tricked her.
Hermione couldn't help herself. She ran to the other end of the bathroom, trying to find a route of escape.
Of course there wasn't one and Tom moved towards with quick, even steps as she lent her forehead against the cold bathroom wall tiles and squeezed her eyes shut in despair.
"You've displeased me, Westron," Tom said quietly, bringing Hermione's body to his and enclosing her in his arms, her body firmly trapped so she couldn't escape again.
"I'm not an object, Riddle!" Hermione snapped harshly, "I'm not here just for your pleasure!"
Tom chuckled humorously, "We'll see, Hermione... We'll see..."
Slowly, he moved towards the circular sink in the middle of the bathroom until he came to a small picture of a green serpent.
An odd sound left Tom's lips, "Hasasha..." and the sinks started to move before Hermione's terrified eyes.
So what Ron and Harry had said was true...
This truly was the entrance to The Chamber.
Before she knew what was happening, Tom had picked Hermione up, bridal styled, and jumped.
She peeked below and saw nothing but darkness...
Her eyes rolling back into her head, Hermione passed out and went into the darkness herself.