I hope you enjoy this chapter! I promised in the last chapter that whoever could guess the song Artist, would get a shout out, so here goes nothing! Congratulations… WISAWAFFLE for correctly answering the question; it was indeed, Death Cab For A Cutie! Great band :) Now, onto another topic; I need your opinion on something. I am thinking about writing a Hermione/Sirius fanfic. I have a lot of ideas for it, and I think they would make such a cute couple! So, what do you think? Do you like/hate this idea? :)

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ON WITH THE STORY…

Chapter Twenty: I Will Follow You Into The Dark

Previously: "Do you find me so- so…disgusting, Tom, that you can't bring yourself to finish what you've started?" I asked desperately. I didn't want to hear the answer, but if he confirmed what I thought was true…then that was all I needed to hear to turn away.

He remained silent for a moment, either considering his reply, or too shocked to speak. "Hermione," he croaked, "don't doubt how I feel about you. I- I love you…with my entire heart and you're the most beautiful woman I've ever met. Please, don't doubt my feelings for you." he replied.

I glanced up at him smiling, and whispered, "Then make love to me, silly." And captured his lips in such a passionate and heated kiss that not only was I sore and aching from a night of such intense passion and love, but my lips were also bruised and swollen.

I had lost my virginity to Tom Riddle, and Merlin did it pack a punch!

Tom Riddle P.O.V

My fingers caressed the soft skin below her ear, relishing how warm it was. Her breathing was slow and her chest rose and fell with every breath she took. The bed covers were bunched around her waist, revealing the top half of her body to me and sending shivers through my body. I hadn't quite come to terms with the fact that her body, the same body I had touched and tasted the previous night, was now my property. I practically worshipped her body; it was flawless, with curves in all the right places, and a perfect flat stomach, perfect round breasts, and perfect creamy skin. Everything about her made my stomach clench and my mouth drool. The way her caramel curls fanned out on the pillow, and she stretched her neck when she slept, tempting me to ravish her throat with kisses. She really was the most beautiful being I had set eyes on, and she was all mine.

I sat up slowly, ignoring the painful aching I endured every time I caught a glimpse of her naked body. Honestly, I can hardly control myself at the sight of her pouting lips, and last night I had been beyond help! I glanced down at my body, noticing three deep and slightly stinging scratches on my chest, remembering how she had clawed at me like a cat when our pleasure had risen. I would imagine her things would hurt the most from how she had clenched them so tightly around my waist almost painfully, but she soon drowned the pain out with another wave of uncontrollable emotions which I had never experienced before. Sure, I wasn't a virgin, in fact I was far from it…and yes, there were girls I had laid which were more experienced in that field than Hermione was…but there had been so feeling, no deep meaning to my actions when it came to other girls. I just looked at them as a good shag, not something with feelings. Hermione on the other hand made me was to be gentle, she made me want to prolong our time together and get the most loving pleasure from our activities as was humanly possible. I wouldn't say we had shagged, I wouldn't say we had fucked either, nor had sex; for the first time ever, I would say we made love. It was a strange thing, but something I would certainly never forget.

Her moans and cries echoed in my mind and aroused me further, which was the last thing I needed, seeing as my girlfriend was sleeping and satisfying myself wasn't nearly as satisfying as Hermione doing it for me.

I was smitten with the girl. She was everything I wanted, she was so perfect it was unreal…but I wasn't totally satisfied. I only needed one more thing to happen for myself to be happy with my achievements. If only Hermione would cooperate just the tiniest bit, then we could both rule together and form a better, pure world. Hermione would succumb to my power. Temptation would become too much for her; and as much as I loved her…if she refused to join my side, then I would be forced to threaten our relationship. It was necessary that she joined my side; I needed her intelligence! I knew, I knew that she would accept my offer eventually. And if threatening our relationship failed to sway her, then I would be forced to use the imperius curse on her. Although, I doubted that it would get quite that far.

I was shocked by how confident she had been the night before. She had literally ordered me to make love to her…not that I'm complaining, but I'd never known her to want something so badly. I had never known myself to want something- or rather, someone, so badly either. But the effect she had on me reduced me to such extreme desire that I couldn't find it in myself to hold myself back when she was lying before me without a speck of clothing in sight, just waiting for me, and wanting me, wanting to make me feel good, wanting me to touch her, wanting us both to experience equal pleasure and happiness. It was honestly quite moving, and no doubt that wouldn't be the last time…I'd make sure it wasn't the last time.

I slid from the covers, barely brushing my lips across her jaw before I made my way to the bathroom, grabbing a pair of boxers on the way. I attempted to neaten my hair, but somehow it just wouldn't settle due to the amount of times Hermione had run her hands through it. I smirked at the thought and continued to splash water on my face before brushing my teeth and leaving the bathroom, clad in only my boxers purposefully.

Hermione was still asleep, but her body occasionally arched under the covers, emphasising her breasts and sending chills through my body. Her face was now directed towards my pillow, and her smooth, soft, creamy neck was revealed to me…tempting me to suck on it.

Unfortunately, temptation and desire got the better of me and before I knew what I was doing, I had rushed over to my sleeping lover and was now leaning over her naked form. My breathing grew heavy as I watched her chest rise and fall, the gentle movement of her breasts aroused me and I found myself pressing my lips to her soft throat, and the tips of my fingers lightly caressing the skin of her breasts, just below her nipple. I relished in her immediate reaction, even though she was sleeping and soon replaced my fingers with my mouth, kissing just above her breast and lifting myself slightly so as not to crush her. When my bottom lip skimmed over her nipple, she stirred and made a quiet sound in the back of her throat. I snickered and nibbled just below her ear whilst teasing her nipple with my thumb. My eyes were constantly watching her reactions and I felt myself harden when she finally opened her eyes and focused on my face, her eyes swimming with drowsy lust.

"Tom…" she gasped, as I dropped a wet kiss on her breast before raising my body further from hers and crashing into the mattress beside Hermione.

"Yes, love?" I replied sweetly, propping myself up on my elbow and winking at the flushed girl before me. Her lips were parted slightly, and her chest rose and fell rapidly.

"What's the time?" she asked quietly, sitting up and running a hand through her mass of curls before smiling as, I presume, our activities from the previous night dawned on her.

I enjoyed watching her smile; it gave me such a warm feeling in my stomach and it made me want to smile as well. Seven months ago I wouldn't dream of smiling with actual happiness, especially because of another person…but now, everything seemed so different.

"I need a shower," she whispered, sniffing her hair and laughing.

I smirked and watched her closely as she leapt from the bed, wincing in the process and falling back on the bed. I was over on her side of the bed in a flash, worry lacing my eyes and a frown on my face.

"What's the matter?" I fussed, grabbing her hand.

She winced again and chuckled painfully, "Just a bit sore y'know," she replied awkwardly.

My features softened. I placed a gentle kiss on her forehead and whispered, "I love you, don't worry; I have a soothing potion in trunk."

She smiled, forgetting my offer of the potion and said, "I love you too."

I laughed and pulled her up, trying my hardest to avoid her feeling any pain and, with my arms wrapped tightly around her waist, kicked the door of the bathroom open.

"I think I might join you in the shower," I breathed against her neck, trailing kisses down her throat before claiming her lips and leading her into the shower.

Hermione Granger P.O.V

Two weeks later

If I was certain of anything in life, it would be that I was hopelessly in love with Tom Riddle. He made my toes curl when he smiled, he made me shiver with desire when he touched me, and he blinded me with lust every time I saw his naked flesh. He could drive me crazy with want…and he knew it. I loved him. I was in love with him.

It was difficult to explain how I loved him so much, but I just did.

I seemed to had forgotten that I would have to return one day, I would have to return to someone who wasn't Tom. Someone who allowed my Tom to die, and be replaced by a monster. The person I had known from the future was not the person I loved, but there had to be even the tiniest flicker of humanity in him…just the smallest trace of love for me. His pure love for me would be tested once I returned and would be forced to face him. I dreaded that day with my entire being.

Druella wasn't pregnant. She informed me of that the morning I first awoke in Tom's bed. Cygnus was clearly upset about that; Tom had told me that he wanted to be a father and although he was completely happy with what he had at the moment and he was only seventeen, he still longed for a family of his own. It seemed to me that Tom had encouraged a possessive side of Cygnus to burst forward and mark what was his, and what would be his. Druella was now engaged to Cygnus, and I was very happy for them both. Part of me envied the simplicity of their relationship. They didn't have the future weighing on their shoulders; they weren't dating the future Dark Lord. I loved Tom, and I loved our relationship; but that didn't excuse the fact that Tom had a very dark part of him that could kill me without a second thought.

I watched Druella and her fiancé closely. Cygnus' arm was wrapped tightly around Ella's waist, keeping her in a protective hold beside him. She was smiling happily whilst he traced circles on her thigh and placed teasing kisses from her forehead to the tip of her nose. I watched them laugh together when Eileen levitated a pillow in their direction and sent them crashing onto the floor. Cygnus held Ella on top of him for a while, laughing when she squirmed and gasped as he tickled her sides. She braced herself on his chest, hitting him playfully occasionally until he rolled over rendering her unable to move. By the time they rose from their awkward position on the floor, everyone had suddenly moved onto the topic of NEWTS, which was the last thing on my mind at the moment, and that was something I never thought I'd say.

"You haven't been around much, Hermione," Ella said sadly, "Has everything been alright?"

Her question tore me from my thoughts and I found myself plastering a false smile on my face, "Yes, everything's fine thank you. I'm sorry I haven't been around very much, I spend my time in the library revising mostly."

Cygnus chuckled at my reply and said, "Hermione, you're the most intelligent girl in our school; I really doubt you need to revise! You know every book in that torture chamber off my heart!"

I heard the rest of our company laugh along with him, and turned to see even Tom laughing quietly. I frowned. I didn't understand why he was laughing; how could he laugh? He was the Dark Lord, who never laughed. Unless he was thinking about something horrible and gruesome like which Muggleborn he would torture next, he had no reason to laugh in such a normal way!

A sudden wave of pain erupted in my head and I found myself clenching my jaw to make it disappear. My brain seemed to be pulsating with pain, and I felt my nails almost draw blood as they clawed into my palm. What was this unusual pain?

"Excuse me," I gasped, drawing everyone's attention as I darted from the room, clutching my hair painfully as an attempt to ease the pain.

I knew immediately as I reached my common room that Tom would follow me. It would be expected of him as my boyfriend, no doubt. I threw myself into the bathroom, and Accio'd the soothing potion into my hand before collapsing beside the bath, wincing at the foul taste of the liquid as it burnt down my throat.

The burning sensation from the potion seemed to trigger something inside my chest and soon I found tears pouring from my eyes and sobs wracking through my chest. I tried desperately to wipe the tears away, but the more I discarded, the more appeared. I drew my knees up to my chest and ran a shaky hand through my hair.

I wasn't surprised to hear a quiet knock on the door after a few minutes. My tears hadn't stopped, and although I was certain I looked a mess, I allowed Tom to enter the bathroom, worry lacing his eyes and a frown on his face. He seemed concerned for my wellbeing, but somehow I believed it all to be false. How could I know if he was trying to use his charm and lies to fool me just as he did other people? Maybe he was like those other boys who poisoned my ear with sweet nothings before claiming my innocence, then throwing me away like an old doll. Maybe I was nothing but a whore to him…maybe I was nothing to him!

I was so absorbed by my crazy thoughts of betrayal that I didn't notice Tom crouching before me, wiping my tears from my face with his thumb and stroking my cheek as if he cared. I don't even know where these negative thoughts came from; I just suddenly found myself doubting everything I had built in this life.

"Hermione," I heard the dark eyed man before me whisper, "speak to me, love."

I shook my head sadly, noticing that my tears had stopped.

"What's happened? Have I done something wrong?"

I shook my head again.

"Is it NEWTS?"

Again, I shook my head.

I heard him sigh, "Help me here, 'Mione. Just give me some indication of what's got you so upset…"

I didn't reply to start with, because I didn't know what to say. But when I found my voice, I said the thing that was most obvious; "I don't know." I croaked.

Tom was quiet after that and gathered me in his arms, rocking me back and forth whilst whispering sweet nothings in my ear. I didn't process them because there was no need to, but when I heard him mention the word "meeting" I felt my hearing pick up. I turned my head slightly to watch his expression out the corner of my eye. He seemed to be smiling proudly.

"…tomorrow night. Lestrange, Mulciber, Avery and Cygnus will be there, as will Druella. I want them to identify you as their Queen. I will explain more on the night, but you must dress like a goddess! I already have a dress prepared and Druella will help you prepare yourself. This is the most important meeting we will ever have, Hermione!"

I nodded, trying to make sense of his words, but most of them seemed to drift through my ears unnoticed. I heard him sigh again, all enthusiasm drained from him.

"Please, 'Mione…at least try to be happy for me. This is such an important night for me; I need your full support!" he urged, slight frustration lacing his words.

I forced a smile on my face and propped myself up to scoot closer to his side. My smile seemed to convince him of my support and I felt his fingers dance across my cheek, creating welcoming warmth in my stomach as he leaned forward to claim my lips in a gentle, loving kiss.

The following night.

"Hermione, you must eat something!" Ella shrieked as she caught sight of the full meal she had fetched from the kitchens over three hours ago. I seemed to have lost my appetite just lately; roast dinners made me stomach do a back flip.

"I'm sorry, Ella, but I don't like that food…it makes me sick; literally." I replied, feeling exhausted and leaping against the bed post.

She frowned, studying my slumped form. "Hermione, can I ask you a personal question?"

"Shoot."

"Have you and Tom had sex yet?"

I almost choked when I heard that question. I hadn't been expecting it to be honest, but she seemed to know the answer already by the colour of my face after a few moments.

She nodded, not smiling. "Did either of you cast the spell?" she asked.

I opened my mouth to answer, but closed it again. I actually didn't know. I was so caught up in the moment that I didn't even consider asking Tom if he had uttered any form of protection. "I don't know," I whispered, staring up at Ella with tears in my eyes.

She nodded in understanding and said, "Tom is expecting us in just under thirty minutes; that gives us enough time to cast the spell and pop down to the kitchens."

I nodded in agreement, chewing my lip nervously and followed Ella from the room, my silk green dress trailing behind me.

We sat in silence as I swallowed my third pancake, drenched in syrup. Druella was pacing before me, tossing her wand from hand to hand, mumbling to herself and frowning. After a few minutes, she jumped and squealed happily.

"I remember the spell!" she grinned and crouched in front of me, pointing her wand at my stomach.

"If it goes pink, it means positive. It if means blue, it means negative." She explained then whispered, "Laetitia letitia leticia…"

My breath caught in my throat during those quiet few moments of torture, waiting for the result of mine and Tom's activities. I didn't really know what to do; if I was pregnant, my whole world would change. I would be forced to plan everything around my child…and that was such a big risk to take. There was no way Tom was ready for a child; his ideal future didn't make room for a child.

I almost fainted when I saw the faint glow of colour at the tip of Ella's wand.

Room Of Requirement.

"Hermione will now be known as My Lady to all those present, unless she wishes otherwise. If she should want you to do something, you will do it. You will treat Hermione as you should treat me; she is your superior and you will treat her like it. Has anyone got anything they would like to say?"

The room was silent. No one would dare to say anything. No one was stupid enough to say anything.

"Good. You are dismissed."

I watched silently as the Knights plus Ella exited the room, blank expressions on their faces. I turned to find Tom smiling triumphantly at me. I smiled slightly back, feeling disappointed with myself.

"Thank you," he whispered, claiming my lips passionately, "Thank you for accepting this…" he kissed me again.

Although I wasn't happy with myself, I allowed him to woo me to bed for another night and unfortunately, I enjoyed every moment of it.

"Tom," I gasped through thrusts.

"Yes, love?" he replies huskily, speeding up and moving his hand between us to rub my gem furiously.

Before I could answer, I was sent over the edge and into pure bliss, soon followed by Tom. He lay beside me, both of us catching our breathe, occasionally allowing searing kisses between us both.

"What was it you wanted to say, love?" he breathed against my jaw, his tongue darting out between kisses.

I hesitated before answering quietly, "I'm pregnant."

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