What the bloody hell? Hermione DeLance knew the Dark Arts, could do wandless magic expertly, and presumes to know who and what I am all about!
If she wasn't so infuriating and against him, he would of thought that she was overly perfect.
What the hell was going on? He finds some random girl on the grounds that he has to carry back into the castle, which was quite easy...she's a bit too small. Then he has to share a room with said girl...then he gets challenged by SAID girl, then he looses a duel by said girl. A girl. A 5'5, 110 pound girl.
A pretty girl, the evil side of his conscience said. Who cares! The other side shot back. He was going to find out about the DeLance girl. If he's lucky then maybe she could join his ranks. Oh, would she be an asset.
Tom took off his pants, quickly followed by his shirt. Which left him in only his green boxers. Climbing into bed, in a sour mood, he decided he would do everything in his power to know Mione (he subconsciously decided he liked this better than Hermione) DeLance.
She acts as if I've killed someone..like I'm evil or something. What is she hiding? Does she know I've killed my fathers family? How could she?
Tom rolled over and closed his eyes, and why the hell was that disgusting dead guy in her room? With a frustrated sigh, Tom fell asleep.
As the sun rose up over the Hogwarts grounds a boy awoke with a start. He had the weirdest dream. It was him and Mione and they were walking through the Forbidden Forest to meet with a redhead Tom had never seen before, Mione was holding his hand. When she saw the other boy, she immediatly let go of his hand and ran to the other boy. Then it ended. Even right now, he could feel the jealousy running through him.
He no idea why, and it was starting to put him in a bad mood, and it wasn't even 8 a.m. Tom draped his feet over the, side of the bed and headed to the bathroom. He showered quickly, got dressed, and went down into the common room only to find Mione sleeping on the couch.
She was laying on her stomach with the covers hanging loosely around her waste. Pity she's such a know-it-all..well,bitch or else he would think that she's pretty. Tom figured he should probably just wake her up, who would want to be late on their first day of classes?
"Mione," she didn't move, so he cleared his throat.
That didn't work either. He put his hand on her shoulder and gently shook, she started to stir.
"Mione, wake up, breakfast is about to start..."
"Mmmm. H-Harry?.." Opening her eyes, she found herself staring into the dark green, almost black eyes of Tom Riddle.
"Not quite. Tom, you might know me as Hogwarts greatest or maybe as "Tom Riddle, the most-handsome boy of all time...or maybe.."
"Tom! Okay, I get it." Hermione felt kind of bad for the way she had acted yesterday, honestly, she knew of what was to become of this boy, but...he wasn't who he is yet. He was well on his way though, having so many people wrapped around his finger, him saying people consider him a 'Lord'. He can be saved...
She just had to figure out how.
"Listen, Tom. I, um, wanted to apologize for..er, attacking you. It's just that I'm not one to be spoken down to. And neither are you. So maybe we can just call it a truce, and not talk down to each other..and..um, not cast Dark Curses at each other?" Hermione said this all in a hesitant voice. She wasn't quite sure how he would react. And oddly, she was scared.
Tom stared at Mione for a few seconds before responding. A truce? Like she's my equal...? I suppose I couldn't really do with an enemy just yet...so...
"Sure. I suppose we can call it a truce. Breakfast starts in 10 minutes, I assume that you will get your schedule and be introduced to the school. So hurry up." He said while heading for the portrait.
Well, at least he agreed, Hermione thought. Today should be eventful. Getting her class schedule, then going to talk to Dumbledore about that...man. Deciding to waste no more time, Hermione went into her room to get dressed. She grabbed her bag, shrunk all of her books (she didn't know what classes she was going to have, so she decided to bring all of her books) and left the room.
When she arrived in the great hall, she took a step towards Gryffindor out of habit, but realized that she was in Slytherin and headed the opposite way.
Everyone was giving her suspicious and curious glances as she sat down at the very end of the table away from everyone. She had spotted Tom. He was at the center of the table with a man who looked exactly like Draco Malfoy. Grandparent, perhaps? Then on either side of him were about three large, burly boys, or it could of been just two, they were so big she had a hard time telling how many of them there were!
More Crabbe's and Goyle's, just great! She caught the stare of a girl the was next to the Malfoy look alike, and she was giving her the worst possible death glare she had ever received. What the bloody hell?
She just got here and already she's making enemies.
I knew I belonged in Gryffindor, she said to herself.
Suddenly, Headmaster Dippet stood up and got the attention of the whole hall.
"Good morning students! I do hope your first day goes splendid! We have a new student that I would like to introduce to you. Hermione DeLance, will you please stand?" Hermione did as she was told, she heard a couple cat calls and immediatly felt her face begin to flush. "Hermione has been home-schooled her whole life and has recently decided to attend Hogwarts, she is in her 7th year, and obviously a Slytherin. I trust, students, that you will be kind and help Miss DeLance with whatever she needs. Have a good day!"
She sat down instantly. Almost everyone was still staring at her! She felt a hand on her shoulder, so she turned around to look up into the chubby face of Professor Slughorn himself! Finally, another familiar face.
"Hello Miss DeLance, I am your Head of House, Professor Slughorn! I have your schedule here, quite a load you have there, all NEWT classes, can't wait to see how you'll do in Advanced Potions with me! We are making a quite tricky potion today, Pozione Sognando, as I like to call it...or, in todays terms, the Dreaming Potion. Well, have a good day, see you in class!" He said all of this in an overly cheerful voice. It annoyed her to no end!
Taking a look at her chart, she had all the same classes that she would have been taking if she were in school in her time. Advanced: Arithmancy, Transfiguration, Potions, Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Herbology, History of Magic, and Care of Magical Creatures. Perfect, she had dropped Muggle Studies, Ron was right, I'm muggle enough, what else could I possibly want to learn? And Astrology was no better than Divinition, plus, ever since she saw Hagrid being stunned from atop the tower, she has had an errie feeling about going up there.
Hogwarts went on a weird weekly schedule. Monday's she had Arithmancy, Double Charms, History of Magic, and a free period until dinner. This was going to be her easy day, she could tell.
Tuesdays she had Double Potions, DADA, a free period, lunch, Herbology, and Transfiguration. Not too bad, Double Potions might slow her down a bit.
Wednesdays she had Care of Magical Creatures, a free period, Charms, History of Magic, then she had lunch and was free for the rest of the day. Not bad, either.
Thursdays were gruesome! Double Arithmancy, Double DADA, lunch, then Double Transfiguration. Pack full.
Fridays. Oh lovely Fridays, Potions, Herbology, two free periods! Then Care of Magical Creatures. Lovely.
She was aroused from her thoughts, when Tom plopped down beside her.
"All NEWT's, eh? That means all four houses are together, so we don't have to worry about getting stuck with the Gryffindors..." Hermione tried to ignore what he said about her old house, what got her attention more was the fact that he had said 'we'...
"Does that mean you are in all NEWT classes as well?" She asked, trying hard not to sound too upset.
"But of course, Miss DeLance. How could Hogwarts greatest mind not be in Advanced classes?" Tom inquired while wearing a charming smile.
"Of course, Tom..."
"But, I'm afraid while you have Care of Magical Creatures and History of Magic, I will be in Muggle Studies and Divinition." He said pretending to be sad.
"Oh darn, darn, darn. Anywho..I'll just be going to Potions now...don't want to get lost, see you then." Hermione said hastily as she scurried out of the Great Hall.
Great, we have to share a dorm, and all of our classes except two, what else? He'll start wearing my skirts and I'll start wearing his pants? She laughed inwardly at the thought of Tom in a skirt. Oh, he would look like such a...pansy.
Hermione was halfway down to Potions when she heard a voice calling her name.
"HEY! Wait up! Gosh you walk quick!" A boy and girl, apparently in Ravenclaw, by their robes, were standing in front of her trying to catch their breath.
"Yes?'' She asked trying not to sound annoyed. She was avidly thinking about what to do with Tom, and they just interrupted her thoughts.
"We just wanted to introduce ourselves, we are the Ravenclaw 7th year prefects. My name is Jesse Coroner, and this here is Alice Shoemaker. We figured that you probably haven't got the chance to meet many people yet, and well, we just wanted to say hello." Jesse said, a little out of breath.
I wonder how he would react if he were to find out that I made out with his grandson...hm.
"Oh, you're right. I haven't met many people. Hermione DeLance," she said while sticking her hand out. Alice shook it, while Jesse gave it a light kiss on her knuckles.
"We're on our way to Potions, I'm assuming that's where you are heading?" The boy asked, Hermione nodded and they continued to walk.
Alice and Hermione began a light conversation on books, it seemed to her, that Alice was just a book worm as she, and she liked that.
"...I mean, I know my marks aren't as good as Tom's, but..."
"Too true, Shoemaker, they aren't." Tom said while walking past with his croonies.
"Shove off, Tom!" Alice shouted after him. She seemed to give him an awkward, dreamy look as he passed...
"That boy infuriates me to no end! Answering all the questions in all the classes! Of course the Professors call on him! He's their favorite!" Alice ranted, clearly out of her daze.
"Try sharing a dormitory with him." At Alice's confused look, she elaborated. "The Headmaster gave me the old Headgirls room..."
"Oh. Boss." Hermione could tell she was jealous. Maybe she liked Tom? Or maybe she just wanted the space.