Chapter Two: Hermione Dehavilland

Previously:

A cough from ahead brought me to my senses, as I noticed somehow; I had taken at least five steps closer to Draco and I could feel his breath of my forehead. Blimey, he's tall! I never noticed how small I was compared to him…

I blinked; confused, and turned to find the source of the coughing.

I think my heart mustn't have been prepared very much for the sight I knew I was bound to see, because one moment, I was staring into the eyes of Albus Dumbledore, and the next, everything had gone black...

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Two warm hands gripped my hips as he pulled me tight against my body, and pressed his lips gently against my jaw. My breath hitched in my throat as his fingers trailed lightly down my spine. The snake on my waist hissed and coiled softly as he drew patterns on my back.

"You are mine, my love." He hissed in my ear, "no one else will ever touch my property, do I make myself clear?"

He nibbled my ear lobe, which made me jump and his arms drew me tighter to him until it was heard to breathe.

He smirked at the peaceful expression on my face and laid us back, holding me closely and staring me in the eye. His irises flashed red every now and then, especially when I made a move to retreat from him.

Every time he touched me I seemed to have a bolt of energy course through my body. I couldn't explain it! How could he make me feel this way when he just appeared in my dreams? Nothing was making sense…

A soft hand soothed my cheek as he placed kisses on my forehead and leaned down to whisper seductively in my ear.

"Tell me you love me, Hermione…"

Apart from the fact that I didn't know who he was, making it difficult to answer such a question, I physically couldn't answer. I felt like two hands were clasping around my throat, restricting my throat and causing me to breathe in sharp gasps. I felt a cold prod against my collar bone and I opened my eyes to find him leaning over me, holding his wand forcefully against my collar.

"Tell me you love me." He repeated.

I struggled as he pressed it harder into my skin. I pointed to my throat desperately, trying helplessly to tell him that I couldn't talk. I could feel a hot tear run down my cheek. He kissed it away, and removed his wand and moved it to the pulse point of my neck. He pressed it down sharply, earning another struggle as I winced from the pain.

His eyes flashed red once again and a smirk twisted his lips.

"I will kill you, Hermione. I promise." He whispered, "Now tell me you love me as much as I love you."

My eyelids fluttered as unconsciousness threatened to engulf me.

He pressed the tip of the wand deeper into the crook of my neck to wake me up, and muttered two dreadfully frightening words.

"Avada Kedavra!"

I woke panting and sweating, clutching desperately at anything I could. That so happened to be the cold hand of Draco Malfoy.

Where am i?

In the Hospital Wing, you passed out.

Passed out? Why did I do that?

I was hoping you'd know that actually. You can open your eyes now.

Mm? oh, yeah ok.

My eyelids seemed to weigh a ton of bricks, it almost hurt to open them, and as soon as I did, the light in the room gushed past my eyelids and straight into my eyes.

I focused on a blurred figure beside me. They were holding my hand tenderly and tracing their thumb over my skin.

"Dumbledore!" shouted a deep and urgent voice.

"Dumbledore! She's woken up!" they yelled.

I heard footsteps coming closer to me and a muffled conversation.

My eyes were adjusting slightly to the light and I could make out a head of blond hair and silver/green robes of the figure beside me.

"Draco?" I croaked.

My throat was burning. I presumed they had made me drink a potion earlier. Lucky for them; I certainly wouldn't have taken it willingly by the bitter taste remaining in my dry mouth. I groaned inwardly, kicking myself for not being prepared to see Dumbledore again.

Draco leaned forward to tuck my loose hair behind my ear gently, and helped me to sit up properly.

"You alright then?" he smirked.

I nodded, also smiling slightly. "Could be better I suppose," I whispered.

He nodded and handed me a glass of Pumpkin juice. I took it eagerly and downed it to rid me of such pain in my throat. It did the trick and I sighed in relief and rested back against the freshly plumped pillows.

"Enjoying your self, Granger?" Draco teased, pulling at my covers to cover him self.

I opened my mouth in protest but was silenced by a quiet laugh from beside us. We both turned in unison, to find the figure of a 50 years younger Albus Dumbledore, standing before us.

This time we both opened our mouths to apologize for our immaturity, but he silenced us with his hand and smiled. He appeared so much younger!

"I hope I am not interrupting anything," he said kindly.

"No! No, professor of course not! We were just talking. I apologize, Sir, I did not notice you there…" I fussed, yanking the covers from Draco's clutches and pulling them back to the bed.

Dumbledore chuckled, "Do not fret, Ms. Granger. I am in no means offended, my dear. Did you know Draco is an expert in the art of Legilimency? As are you, I believe, Ms. Granger."

Shock contorted my features. How would he know that?! Not even Harry knew that!

"Well, being a skilled Legilimens myself, I can tell when one is in my presence. How else did you think Draco contacted you when you were in the midst of unconsciousness, my dear?" he explained with a slight laugh.

Draco smirked at the shocked expression on my face, which slowly changed into quite a stunning smile.

"Oh Professor! Draco! This is amazing. Legilimens are especially rare! I feel quite privileged…" I squealed.

I had such a peculiar urge to jump on Draco and Dumbledore and hug them tight. I resisted my urges and instead slipped my legs over the bed and paced around to loosen my legs.

"Professor McGonagall said you are informed of our situations back in 1997. What is the plan from here on involving me and Draco, Professor?" I asked.

Dumbledore looked closely at me and Draco and replied slowly, "You will follow me to my office, and we shall discuss the actions I shall take to assure you a safe position in Hogwarts to complete your…Mission…as Minerva so put it," he chuckled.

We both laughed as well as the Matron appeared in the door way clutching yet another potion to her chest for me.

"You should drink this 'fore you leave m'dear. Strength potion, y'know, 'ad Professor Slug'orn made it special for you." She announced, passing me the jug.

I gulped it down quickly, feeling a bolt of energy course through my body, making my eyes widen with attention and my fists clench and unclench.

The Matron smiled widely at my reaction, "All seems to be in order then, you are discharged now, m'dear."

"Thank you, Miss…?"

"Gina Dalton," she replied smiling once again.

I smiled with her, "Thank you, Miss Dalton." And we followed Dumbledore to his office trailing quietly behind.

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We stood side by side in front of Dumbledore, my eyes studying the large Hour Glass standing tall on his desk beside his Phoenix. I couldn't decide which one to watch, they were both such beautiful creations and I so wanted to reach out and stroke the birds perfectly smooth, flame tipped feathers, or brush my fingers against such beautifully crafted glass. Dumbledore's office truly was a haven for beautiful beings, and I would have considered it a privilege to study such an intriguing room.

Dumbledore chose to converse through telepathy, for some reason I was unaware of. Although maybe he was afraid that Grindelwald, 1944's version of Lord Voldermort, could listen in perhaps. I found this extremely unlikely though. Dumbledore was a phenomenal wizard, possibly even the most powerful wizard of all time…why would he use such petty forms of secrecy when he could just cast a silencing spell on the room..?

Now, shall we begin? Dumbledore began.

Both Draco and I nodded and he continued.

No doubt Minerva has explained the bigger picture to you, so we can skip that chunk and move on to the minor details. You will have a cover identity. If you wish to change your appearance as well as your names, homes, ages, and status in blood, feel free to do so. Draco, Hermione, you will be posing as brother and sister. Naturally, you will have to lie and call yourself a Pureblood, Ms. Granger. You are both distant cousins of mine. The last of your families who were killed by Gellert Grindelwald. This will be rather believable, due to the state of things at this time, I think. You will both be re-sorted into houses. No doubt Hermione, you will remain in Gryffindor, and you Draco, seeing as you have converted to the light, may also be sorted. However, I obviously cannot predict the Sorting Hats decision. We will just have to wait and see what happens. For the first week, you shall both be living in separate quarters to the other students so you can settle in on your own accord without having to spill your whole life stories to the world before you have even unpacked your bags. Your living quarters will be situated close to the Head Boy and Head Girl's chambers. If you need any assistance at all, just ask them.

He paused.

Now, onto a more serious note. You have been sent here to prevent the rise of Tom Riddle a.k.a Lord Voldermort. I feel it is of the highest importance to inform you that Tom Riddle is in fact the Head Boy. I see by your expression, Ms. Granger that you are shocked. As was I at one time. I knew what that boy was capable of the moment I set eyes on him. Of course, I could never voice my concerns. This boy had no family; all he ever knew was the inside of an Orphanage. He was the most intelligent and most popular of students I have ever met. I could not simply throw away my achievements by accusing a seemingly innocent boy of being capable of treacherous things now, could I?

As much as I see this as a hindrance, I can also see this working to your advantage. He will be one of the first people you meet here. You will be dependant on him. And that, I have learnt, is the key to Tom Riddle. Once you have the key and unlock the safe, you will find many treasures inside; both good and evil, I assure you.

No, onto names. Your name must appear typically Pureblood. I have a list of possible names, if you please, pick out the ones you find most appealing:

Smythe, Dehavilland, DeSilvre, Harrods, Naismith, Riverty, Beauchamp, if you have any other suggestions, feel free to voice them.

Draco and I glanced at eachother. I definitely knew which name I liked the sound of best…and by the look on Draco's face, he knew which one he liked the most too.

I decided to voice my opinions first.

Well, personally, I like Naismith and Harrods the most…but I am unsure of the Pureblood impression they give to others, so I don't really know what to choose. I expect Draco will know more than I, so I will leave it to him.

I smiled at Draco, who smiled back and replied.

I think Naismith would not give the correct Pureblood impression as say, Lestrange, Dolohov, or Malfoy does. My choice is Dehavilland. It sounds Pureblood, and goes very well with both our names, would you agree, Hermione? Professor?

Yes, Mr. Malfoy, I do agree indeed. Dumbledore replied.

I just nodded. My head was beginning to ache from speaking through it.

I sharp knock from the door drew my attention from our telepathic conversation as my eyes carefully scrutinized the large oak door as it creaked open.

Hermione, Draco, I introduce you to my Head Boy and Head Girl. Tom Riddle, and Minerva McGonagall.

"Mr. Riddle, Ms. McGonagall, let me introduce you to Hermione and Draco Dehavilland. This is why I have called you here today. They are brother and sister, and you two will show them around. Am I safe in the knowledge that Professor Dippet has previously filled you in on the details?" Dumbledore explained.

"Oh, yes Professor. And, I must say, congratulations on arriving here! Professor Dippet has informed me that you two are rather intelligent. My, my, Professor Slughorn shall see you into his club in no time at all, I'm sure!" Minerva squealed.

Tom merely nodded at Draco them me. How rude! I screeched in Draco's mind.

He chuckled to himself and placed a comforting hand on my arm. Tom seemed to notice this as his eyes which were once wandering aimlessly around the room, snapped to Draco's hand on my arm.

"We have taken your belongings to your living quarters next to the Head Students chambers." Tom muttered quietly, his eyes lingering on my arm for a moment before quickly returning to wandering around the room.

"Minerva, I will award 20 points to Gryffindor, should you take a slot of your time to show young Mr. Dehavilland around the school." Dumbledore said smiling.

"Yes, Sir. Certainly! And thank you, Sir." She beamed, tugging Draco's hand free of my arm and practically dragging him out of the room.

Bye, have fun with…Minerva, I teased.

I felt Draco mentally shudder, Ugh, I forbid you to think that way…Dehavilland…he chuckled; I'll see you in our quarters later.

I hadn't realised that Tom seemed to also be reading my thoughts all over my face. He smirked. It wasn't a pleasant smirk either. It was an evil smirk, which proved to me he wasn't up to any good.

"Tom will show you around," Dumbledore smiled, "no need to look so scared, Hermione, you are indeed in safe hands." He chuckled.

But the frightening glint in Tom's eyes as he sized me up, suggested otherwise. I nodded sharply.

"Tom Riddle," He introduced himself and leaned down to place a feather-light kiss on my hand, "I'm certain we will soon be getting on like a house on fire," he smirked.

Oh, yes. I don't doubt you for a second, I thought.

"Shall we proceed?" he asked politely.

His false politeness made the hair on my neck stand on edge. He was up to something. It was smeared all over his face. And oh, that face…I hadn't really studied his face until now. His hair was very dark, not quite black, but no where near as light as my hair. It fell messily around his face. Reminds me of Harry, I chuckled to myself. His pale skin gave him quite a Malfoy appearance. He has high cheek bones which complimented his medium sized lips which were currently curled into a smirk. His dark eyes were not of Lord Voldermorts. They were of a young, adventurous, yet dangerous wizard. Everything about him seemed to draw me in. I felt compelled to do as he said, and he has merely kissed my hand…

I was in trouble. And he could sense it all too well.

"Yes, let's proceed." I replied, taking hold of his arm as he led me out of the room and into the corridors.

To Be Continued…

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I am SO pleased with this chapter! I love it! The sexy Tom Riddle has finally been fully introduced into the story. RxR please? Tell me how you feel about this Tom? Should he be a bit more badass…or maybe more shy. Also, Dehavilland? Tell me, how do you like that name? does it seem pureblood enough…or not? ANYWAY, give me your requests for future chapters; let me know how you feel about this. Compliments + criticisms are welcome. Just don't make them too harsh x]

really sorry that this chapter was up later than the other two btw. I accidently deleted it when I thought it was a different document and it was like hell to try and get it back, but I managed it, and I wont go into anymore detail because you're not here to read about me x] if you wana hear, I'm free to explain it though lmao. Thank you for reading!!! Xx

Sneak Peak:

"I am not scared of you, Riddle." I spat.

I said that. But if I'm honest, I was shaking like a leaf inside. But as if I would admit that to him!

"Oh, but Hermione, I think you are scared. I am dangerous," he hissed, "and it scares you…so, so much. But what is this? Not only do I sense fear…but also, an attraction?" he teased.

He knew. He knew. I would never see the end of this…