The Dream

Hermione retired to bed before anyone else, even Greta. She was just too mentally exhausted. She noticed that Tom was planning on staying, and that made her angry. He was much too close to this family.

She went to bed, reading a bit of Persuasion before she did. She smiled at the memories it brought back. The first time she had read it, she was finished with all her homework and it was too early to go to bed. She had started reading it in the Gryffindor common room and Harry and Ron had given her a hard time about reading it for fun. They always did and yet she still continued to read. By the time she was finished reading, Harry and Ron still weren't done because they kept putting the dreaded work off. They had probably been talking about Quittage, or girls, or both.

She smiled at the memory. She wanted to change the past, like Dumbledore had asked, so that her friends could continue to be and Harry could have the parents he always deserved and wished for. She had to figure out how to change the past. She didn't know how to though. To her, it looked like Tom was already Voldemort. It seemed as if there was no answer.

She fell asleep, reading and thinking, wondering how she could save the future.

Hermione woke up, gasping for air. Her dream had taken an interesting turn and she wasn't sure she wanted to know why.

First, she had been running. Running away from Tom, towards somewhere safer. It had been dark and foggy, she couldn't see a thing.

Then Tom had caught her and forced her to the ground. She had been staring into his deep desire-filled eyes and had helped him take his clothes off. His hands had been on her, touching places she hadn't ever been touched before, and yet she had liked it. She had moaned his name while he had taken her.

She was mortified at herself. She shouldn't be thinking such things about him. He was the enemy, the man she wanted to kill. He shouldn't have been the man she wanted to shag.

Tears fell down her face as she remembered how it felt in her dream. She wanted to be touched like that in real life. Her time, before, had always been spent fighting. She had never loved before. And Tom was so gorgeous. She wanted to be touched, and touched by him. She shuddered.

She got out of bed, figuring she wouldn't be able to sleep, and decided that she needed a drink. She walked down the hall to where she thought the kitchen was. Instead she heard talking.

It was Jack and Tom. They were discussing her.

"I wouldn't trust her, Jack. She's smarter than she seems to be. She's playing us. I don't know why, but I do know she can't be trusted." Tom's voice was so deep, so sexy, even if he was talking badly about her.

"I don't know that I agree, Tom, she seems awfully trust worthy to me. You should have seen her with Greta today; she was so kind to her. It was as if they were great friends." Jack responded. Hermione noticed how he didn't call Tom his lord, like Cygnus had. She liked that, maybe the Potters were safe after all.

"Jack," Tom was getting angry, "I'm fairly sure you just want to keep her here to shag her. That's not good enough reason to risk it."

"You know I don't really feel that way, Tom. Yes, she's very beautiful, but you know I'm not like that. I honestly believe she is good. Why don't you?"

Hermione blushed when he said she was beautiful, glad that no one could see her. Glad that someone thought she was beautiful.

"I don't know, Jack." Hermione heard him get up and she ran to the kitchen, afraid that he would catch her and kill her. He was, after all lord Voldemort.

She could hear his footsteps nearing so she found a cup and pretended to be getting a drink.

"Hermione," he said as he came in, he was walking towards her a hint of desire in his eyes. "What are you doing up this late?"

"I was just thirsty." She said, trembling slightly although it wasn't out of fear.

"Really?" he was so close she could feel his breath along her neck. When had he gotten that close?

"Yes, but I suppose I'll be off now." She started walking away, but his hand on her arm stopped her.

"Don't leave so soon, Hermione." He pressed her against the wall gently. Her dream was coming true, but she couldn't let it.

He pressed his lips up to her ear, "Stay with me awhile." She trembled again and he chuckled. "That's what you want isn't it, Hermione?"

She shook her head no, but wasn't able to really refuse. He kissed her, slowly at first, but then it built.

He was pressing his tongue into her mouth while his hands rubbed up and down her sides, her butt, her breasts. She whimpered and he smiled pressing his whole body against all of hers.

She pushed him away, she had to stop him.

He frowned, "Fine then, Hermione. But you will succumb to me. You will be mine."

She was trembling, from fear this time. She knew he was serious and she was scared.

He walked out, chuckling darkly.

A/N: Okay so I know these are very short, but they'll get longer, I promise. Tell me if you like!