Tom Riddle

Harry had died. Hermione was heartbroken, but she knew she had to move on. She still had Rowena to care for. Still, it was hard not to have her husband with her.

Work had been able to get her mind off dreary things like this. One day, she had tasked by the DMLE with cleaning out some old artifacts. To her surprise, she discovered the mangled remains of Hufflepuff's cup…partly filled with liquid. Hermione still did not know what had then possessed her to take a drink from the former Horcrux, but the next thing she knew, she had gone back in time a good half-century, and had de-aged a couple years so that she resembled her 17-year-old self. She had confided her secret to Dumbledore, alive again and still only a professor at the school, and he arranged for her to be an exchange student under an alias until they could figure out a way to get her back to her time.

It was now that Hermione, aka Artemis Morgan, met the young and dashing Tom Riddle, aka Lord Voldemort. She had not understood why he was drawn to her from the start, until he learned through invading her memories that he had succeeded in what was his current search of how to make Horcruxes. Tom had then informed her that he knew who Hermione really was and that she now was a Horcrux herself, much as Harry had been (or would be. Hermione was confused about tenses now that she had changed times). Thus, Hermione had no choice but to become a servant to the aspiring Lord Voldemort, even as she worked to ensure he would not learn from the mistakes he would make in the future and maintain the space-time continuum.

These thoughts were swirling through Hermione's brain as she went to dinner one evening, when Tom intercepted her in the hall. He was intimidatingly insistent, but Hermione had to pretend like she was complacent. Tom had come up with the brilliant idea of the two of them dating to hide their illicit activities and explain their being seen together. With that, Hermione had to follow Tom to his Prefect chamber in the Slytherin Common Room.

Once they were inside, she felt his arms encircle her waist and felt his teeth gently on her neck. Hermione jumped.

"What are you doing?" she snapped.

"Isn't this what we're supposed to be doing?" he taunted in her ear. "Or would you rather wait until after dinner. Because evidently, that's when I usually want it."

Hermione stiffened as his hands moved to the clasp of her robe and unfastened it. She fumed. He was testing her to see how far she would let him go after what had happened in the forest. This was the first time they had been truly alone together. He wanted to know how Hermione would respond to him, not Artemis. She knew he expected her to pull away from him and then a battle of wills would ensue as he tried to terrorize her with whatever he was mad about this time…and Hermione knew what he was mad about this time since she had planned it.

But Hermione had a different idea of how this would play out. She wanted to terrorize him.

Hermione turned to face him and with all the courage she could muster, she smiled at him through her eyelashes and placed her hands on hi shoulders.

He raised his eyebrows at her, apparently not expecting this sudden display of affection. Hermione turned him and steered him to an armchair, surprised that he was letting her control him so far. Maybe he was just curious to see what she would do. Hermione lightly pushed him back into an armchair and climbed onto his lap.

"Trying to gain the upper hand?" Tom asked nonchalantly, lying back into the chair. Hermione noticed she was not having much of an effect on him. She realized that with less of a soul he was less attached to her. She frowned at him and placed her hands at either side of him on the arms of the chair. He smirked at her. Now Hermione found herself testing him, trying to see how she could affect him, if at all. Surely she could…she was still his Horcrux.

"I'm just acting like a good girlfriend should," she said, lowering her face to his.

He chuckled and Hermione kissed him. She began slow, trying to entice a reaction out of him. It was true; she did not affect him as she had before. She would have to try harder. She bit his lower lip and moved her hands to the front of his robes, pushing them off his shoulders.

He was still fairly unresponsive. She began to unbutton his shirt, kissing him harder. After failing to gain a response from him once more, Hermione pulled away from him and gasped for air.

"Anxious, aren't we?" he said looking over her flushed state. "What are you trying to do, Hermione?"

Hermione glared at him. She wasn't sure whether to be offended or not. He had just taken her not too long ago and here he was acting as though she were a pathetic schoolgirl trying this for the first time.

She figured she would no longer be able to manipulate him this way, and began to move off him. He grabbed her waist, stopping her. She looked at him incredulously.

"Where are you going, Hermione? I've just decided, I don't want to wait until after dinner after all."

He pulled her back toward him and kissed her hard like she had been doing to him only moments before. Hermione was surprised… and confused. She pulled out of the kiss.

"Wasn't there something you wanted to talk to me about?" she asked breathlessly as his hand made its way under her skirt.

"That can wait," he said kissing her neck and using his other hand to open her blouse. "I wouldn't want to deny you what you seemed so eager for."

Hermione shuddered at the vibrations his voice made on her neck. She felt strange. Why were they doing this? She knew he could stop himself if he wanted. He did not need her and she didn't need him.

Tom kissed her again and Hermione complied, parting her lips and allowing his tongue to roam her mouth. She had given up pretending she was not attracted to him ages ago. They kissed each other as Tom used his wand to discard Hermione's panties. Hermione almost protested. But before she had a chance, he had released himself and entered her.

Hermione gasped and arched her back, pulling out of his kiss. Tom pulled her back quickly, kissing her harshly as their breathing became more ragged. Tom placed his hands on her waist and pulled her down, entering her more fully. Hermione moaned in pain into his mouth but he would not let her move away. Hermione was forced to press into him in order to ease the pain. It worked fairly well. Hermione felt a burst of pleasure and found herself kissing him passionately.

His movements became harder as he gripped her hips. Hermione's hands were griping the back of his chair, supporting herself.

Hermione saw stars as she was brought to orgasm, Tom following moments after and sending Hermione over the edge again.

Tom finally released her lips and Hermione collapsed on top of him, panting for air. It took a few moments for Hermione to come to herself again, but as soon as she had she looked at him to gauge his reaction. Besides being a bit out of breath as well, he seemed on a whole unaffected. He was resting his head on the back of his chair coolly, gripping her waist casually.

Hermione narrowed her eyes at him. He had only been using her. This should not have made her angry because of course Lord Voldemort had been using her since they had met, but she had more of a reason to feel ashamed. Upon righting her clothes, she stormed out of the Common Room in a huff. She somehow had to escape from this time and Riddle and beat him so Harry had a chance to beat him in the future.