The Library

Hermione felt it the minute she touched him and she nearly groaned. The electricity between them was unbelievable. She looked at him as he tensed from the hug. He was absolutely gorgeous. He was pale, muscular, but not bulky, and his hair fell neatly around his face. And yet he was still human, she hadn't realized that before.

It had shocked Hermione to see Tom crying, murmuring something about his mother. His terrible sadness was so intense; she nearly fell down and wept with him. He was the Dark Lord, the epitome of evil, and yet he was crying. He had been horribly hurt in his short lifetime.

As she held him, she realized not only her attraction to him, but his need for her. She could feel it in him. And she thought she might need him too.

"Tom?" she asked quietly, trying to break the intensity of their hug. "What's wrong, what happened?"

He pushed her away from him, making her fall to the ground. She gasped and hit her head on the wall of the hallway. He winced, she had no idea why; he was prone to violence and he hadn't hurt her that much.

"Hermione," he was struggling, trying to say something Hermione knew he couldn't.

"I know, Tom, its okay." She said as she got up, "But why won't you tell me what happened?"

"I can't Hermione, I've never told anyone before. I'm not just going to tell you, who I met two weeks ago."

"I lost my parents too, Tom, I understand."

He reeled at her words, "How did you know that my mother died?"

"Well," she faltered, stung by his sudden anger, "You just said it."

"You heard that?"

"Yes, and I'm sorry, Tom, I know it's hard."

He looked at her for a moment, staring into her soul like he always seemed to. And then he was across the hall in a second, pushing her into the wall, kissing her.

She gasped, her whole body was instantly in flames and she couldn't seem to hold herself up.

He kissed her passionately, then he moved down her throat, to her collarbone. She groaned when he kissed the hollow at the base of her throat. Her body was pressed up against the length of him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. He groaned.

She felt him move her into the library and push her onto one of the couches. He was pushing her shirt up, his hands on her stomach, her bra, while he was kissing her. She felt herself push his shirt off of him. He threw it on the floor, and moaned as she ran her hands across his bare chest. Her shirt was on the floor next, she didn't even think about what she was doing. She just knew it felt better than anything she had ever felt.

He continued kissing her, making her want to be with him. But then she heard the library door open. Tom hissed, and Hermione looked over his shoulder to see Jack looking back at them. His eyes were wide, and infuriated.

"Tom!" He shouted and strode over to them. Suddenly Tom was off of her and her shirt was thrown at her from an angry Jack. "How dare you, Tom! She's innocent, don't make her do this choose someone else, not her. She deserves better."

Tom was angrier than Hermione had ever seen him before. She feared for Jack's life and wondered why he was choosing to fight with Tom. They both pulled their wands from their pockets.

"Why would you care, Potter?" Tom spat circling around the room. "Do you love her then?"

"Yes, as a sister." Jack circled too, as angry as Tom, "And as a sister, she deserves better than to be chained to you for the rest of her life. She's smart, she can do things, don't hold her back like this!"

Hermione didn't understand what Jack was saying, it didn't make sense. But as they drew their wands up, she realized that if they were to fight, one of them would die and it would be Jack.

"No!" She begged as they fired the first jinx, both dodging the others. "Please, I beg you, don't!" She ran across the room to Tom, she didn't know how much power she had with him, but she figured she wouldn't let Jack die because of her.

"Tom please," she pleaded as she pulled on his still bare arm. "Please don't do this." He was resolute, they both were.

She reached towards her pocket, realizing her wand wasn't there. She gasped, Tom must have done something to it, although she wasn't sure why.

She dropped to the ground, refusing to watch Jack die.

But then, someone walked through the door, gasping.

"Tom?" Cygnus was confused, wondering something that Hermione understand. "Jack? What's going on? I thought we were having a meeting here today." As he said that Tom glared at him, glancing towards Hermione. Apparently she wasn't supposed to know about his gang of followers.

"Go away, Cygnus, this will be finished soon."

"Tom, I think you should calm down maybe." Cygnus said eyes cast downward. He obviously still had to be submissive, even when Hermione was in the room.

"Well that's not for you to decide, Cygnus, so leave please."

"Please, Tom, I don't know what happened, but think of the consequences of killing your dear friend here." Dear friend? Hermione didn't understand anything about the hierarchy of this group. She knew Tom was at the top, obviously, but it seemed as if Jack was more of a comrade than a follower. That was weird, Harry, Ron, and she hadn't ever heard of that before.

Tom was fuming at his request. "Fine, Cygnus." He said, spitting each word out. "Leave us, ill be in the study in a minute."

They both left, Cygnus pulling Jack out. And Tom turned towards her slowly.

"Ill bet your wondering what just happened." He said as he pulled his shirt over his head. She nodded watching his body, wishing Jack hadn't come in.

"Well come with me, I'll explain it to you, or at least part of it." He said as he took her hand. Hermione was terrified. She didn't understand why he was going to tell her. She wasn't sure she wanted to know everything.

A/N: Like it? Well review please! I'm am starting to loveee these characters!