"Only bloody six in the morning!" She mumbled moodily.
Hermione decided to take a shower and get ready for the day. She couldn't really be seen in Rome with wizard robes on, so she looked through her dresses that she transfigured when she first arrived in 1944. There was a red one...but it just seemed to...frilly. The green one was a bit too small...an easy fix though. Ultimately she settled on a white, short sleeved dress that had a red ribbon going around the waist.
She went to her wardrobe to get her black cardigan. Rome could be chilly right? It's mid-October. She glanced at the clock, 7:30. Hermione didn't know whether or not she should wait for Tom. It's not like we're dating, it's...just...we like each other. After pacing for about 5 minutes, Hermione decided to go down to breakfast early. Maybe she could read The Daily Prophet, or talk to Alice.
Tom woke up at exactly 7:46...with a groan he decided to get up and take a shower. He went to his dresser to grab a pair of boxers and an undershirt. Out of habit he went to his wardrobe to grab his school robes, but stopped half way to head back to his dresser to get a pair of black slacks and a short sleeved, button up, black shirt. It didn't even occur to him that he'd be dressed in all back. And little did he know...he looked real, real, REAL good.
By the time he arrived down in the Great Hall to get a bit of breakfast, he first noticed Hermione sitting at the end of the table away from everyone else. He couldn't help but smile when he saw her. As he started to walk over to the table to sit next to her, Abraxis stopped him mid-way.
"Sir, we need to have a meeting...Prince has found out some very interesting information about a certain someone at this school." He said in a satisfied tone. "You've been putting this off a lot lately...no meeting since the beginning of term...you aren't changing your mind are you? Sir." He added quickly.
"I'm sure whatever Prince has found out can wait until tomorrow night. Same place. Same time. And no, Malfoy, I haven't changed my mind...I've been planning." Tom said in his authoritive voice.
"Right. I'll tell the boys." Abraxis replied as he started to walk away.
"Oh, Abraxis." Malfoy turned around as Tom gestured him toward him. "If you ever speak of this in public again...I will kill you, and there will be no more future Malfoy's." He said in a fierce whisper.
Abraxis' skin paled as he gave an affirmitive nod to never do that in public again. Tom looked to where Hermione was sitting to see her staring at him with a suspicious look upon her face.
"Hello Mione, how was your night?" Tom asked in an innocent voice.
"It was good Tom. I hope your's was the same. I thought you didn't like Abraxis?" She asked him.
"I don't...he just had a question...about something." Tom smiled at her in that oh-so-sweet way.
Hermione gave him a reassuring smile and went back to her breakfast. She knew what they were talking about. Their little meetings that they have...what did they used to call them? King's of Walpurgis? She couldn't remember...but it was basically the preliminaries for becoming a Death Eater.
When breakfast was over Tom offered Hermione his arm to walk to Dumbledore's office. She graciously took it. Hermione had never seen Tom dressed in regular muggle clothing. He looked good. And his shirt definitely exposed his well defined arms.
"You look good today Tom." Hermione said while looking him straight into the eyes.
"And you always look beautiful Mione." God did she love that he calls her Mione. No one in this time calls her that and each time he did it gave her the strangest feeling in the pit of her stomach. She loved it and didn't want him to stop any time soon.
When they got to Professor Dumbledore's classroom he was already there, anxiously pacing back and forth.
"Ah! Early this time, I see. I've got a few more things that you can pick up...in the magical side of Rome. Now on the list I gave you previously those were just random things I've been wanting. A non-magical broom, a stop watch, a record player, and records could be picked up whenever you have the time. But, the main things I'm worried about are the magical items.
I need you two to get the blood of Romulus and Remus. There is a wizard that lives underneath the Colosseum, as you stand at the front of the property you must say the phrase, 'Siamo qui ripagare i debiti della nostra societá a lei, il mio Signore.' The man you are going to meet is a Vampire. Named Ceasar Onore. Not his real name of course, but he is definitely not one to be messed with. I've already alerted him that you two are coming."
This processed for Hermione a little bit too quickly.
"Wait, so we are going to Rome to get the blood of the founder of Rome and his brother blood...but it's not just that, we have to get it from a vampire too? And 'ripagare i debiti della nostra societá'? We have to repay our debt to society? What does that mean exactly?" Hermione questioned.
"It means he will want blood. He will not harm you, so do not worry. Also, you are to get from him Pandora's Box." Dumbledore added as if it were nothing.
"Pandora's Box? But..th-that's just a myth Professor!" Tom said in an 'awed' voice. He glanced at Mione to see if she was as amazed as he was...and she was. Her mouth was hanging fully open.
"Yes...it's a myth, but it's a true myth. Pandora's Box contained all the evil's of the world and her curiocity got the best of her so she opened the box letting out all the evil's of the world. Hope remained. The greatest hope is in that box. And I need it. I've already paid him for all the supplies, you are just my messengers."
Romulus' and Remus' blood and Pandora's Box...Hermione couldn't figure out what the hell he needed those things for.
"Both of you come here. Here are the port keys." Dumbledore said as he handed Hermione and Tom two rings. "Whether you are together or apart they will activate at the same time and you will both end up back at the front gate to the school. Now, are we ready? Have your wands?"
"Yes, sir." Tom and Hermione said simultaneously.
"Good luck. Everything will be done and over with in no time. Tom, be sure to watch out for Hermione." Dumbledore began counting down from three. And with a blink of an eye they were standing behind a dumpster in an alley in Rome.
Tom glanced at Hermione who was checking out her surroundings. 'Watch out for Hermione'...right. Like he seriously needed to do that. She was already one of the best duelers in the grade...most likely in the school too.
"Well, shall we?" Hermione asked as she gestured for Tom to go first. He gave her a nod and headed out onto the crowded streets of Rome. Even though he hid his excitement carefully, he could no longer surpress a grin that crept onto his face ever so slowly. He looked to his right and didn't see any stores that would fit their needs, so he took a left with Hermione following closely behind him.
Even though they were trying to be inconspicuous, they still got quite a few stares from random on-lookers. Hermione attributed it to how unbelievabley handsome Tom is. Tom, emotionless as ever, kept strolling as if were nothing. At random intervals, he would look behind him to make sure that Hermione was still there. She thought this was adorable. He was definitely a leader, he walked with strong strides and with his face facing the world.
"Here we are," Tom said as if he knew where he was going the whole time. "we should be able to find that broom and all those other useless muggle items in here."
Hermione rolled her eyes at Tom as he went in. He acts as if he didn't know what a record player was...and she knew he did. Half-blood...duh. She followed him into the store and went the opposite direction he did. Almost immediatly she saw a stop watch.
"Me scusa, lei è da intorno qui?" Hermione turned around to see who was asking her where she was from. She was almost certain that Zambini had ruined Italian accents for her, but she turned around and she was face to face with one of the most beautiful middle-aged women she had ever seen.
"Uh...no..um, sono da London?" She tried...Italian wasn't her top subject.
"Oh, sì, sì. ..my il figlio va a un...how do you say...living school...there." She said as she placed her perfectly manicured fingers on Hermione's shoulder.
"Oh, a boarding school?"
"Si! Miei Inglesi isn't well, but ma chiedo perche a picture di una girl who looks un lotto come you..." The beautiful woman tried with a mixture between English and Italian.
"Oh...uhm, it's probably not me...I go to a different school than most kids..." Dang, she doesn't understand. "Vado a una scuola diversa..." Was that even right?
"Mione?" Tom was standing behind her with a record player and several records stacked in his arms, and a broom was set across the top of the records.
"Oh, hi Tom...are you ready?" He nodded.
"Well...bisogno di partire. Ciao!" She turned around and followed Tom up to the counter.
"Who was that?"
"I'm not sure, but she said something about her son giving her a picture of a girl who looks just like me. Weird?" Tom narrowed his eyes a bit and looked around for the woman.
"Be careful who you talk to." He said in a warning tone.
Not this again...does he have to think he know's everything?
"Right...because she was so harmless..." Hermione said as she started walking to the door.
Tom was left there to pay for the supplies. Once he got outside he found Hermione leaning against the wall awaiting his return. Why does she always get so pissed off? I didn't mean anything by it...it's just, she could end up talking to the wrong person.
"Ready for our date with a Vampire?" she asked.
Tom smirked. Think of all the history this Ceasar Onore knows...he's probably been alive for hundreds of years.Immortality. Living forever. This is one of the things Tom has been dreaming about his whole life. The thought of being alive through everything and being in control of you own life fascinated him. It was one of his lifetime goals, and he knew he could achieve it. He wasn't put in Slytherin for nothing.
Hermione wondered what Tom was thinking about. He had a satisfied smirk on his face as they made their way to the Colosseum. Maybe he's nervous about meeting a Vampire? Or maybe he's excited to learn more about the history of Rome! Hermione doubted it. Tom was smart...naturally, he didn't need to read as much as she did to be completely satisfied with his knowledge.
Out of nowhere a crowd of people started pilling down the street, Hermione gave an involuntary yelp as Tom grabbed her around her waist and pulled her off to the side until the people could pass. She could already feel the blush creeping up her neck. They had never been this close before...and he was holding her very close to his body. Hermione breathed in the smell that was Tom. It was nice, kind of like a fresh out-doorsy smell and his aftershave smelled like Harry's...Old Spice? Or something like that. Very nice.
"Er...thank you..." Tom looked down at Hermione as if she had appeared out of nowhere. He gave her a half-hearted smile. Would she ever dream of immortality the way he did?
"Yes...let's get going."
I have the next couple of chapter's written...and ready to post.
But like, I'm getting good feedback...well, better than I thought would...but
I don't know...I think I need more to proceed with the story. Idk if I'm happy with the
way it's going. And I have 'intense shifting' problems...hm, haha, I think I need that explained
to me...Pweeze?
Whelp...gracias for reading...bunches of people are reading this...but no one's telling me anything.
haha. wellll...oh, i'm gonna put my myspace link on here incase you wanna know who i am.