Here's chapter 2, hope you enjoy wanted to introduce some characters in this chapter that will play a somewhat important role in the future of this story. Thank you for your kind reviews, I love to know that there are many of you that enjoy dark Hermione/Tomione just as much as I do.
And do not worry my loves, there will be more Hermione and Tom one on one time, patience is key.
Chapter 2:
Hermione awoke slowly, her hands quickly reaching for her wand out of pure instinct.
She lay in bed for a few minutes before she finally got up, and began to dress, going through a mental checklist, making sure she had everything she needed for her first class today, she will not disappoint, nor will she be looked down upon because of her muggleborn heritage.
Making sure her wand was tucked neatly underneath her dark robes, and her books stuffed into her bag that had an extension-charm within it, allowing her to fit all her necessities within the tiny purse.
Her hair was in tame curls, for once, and she found herself walking out of her bedroom, locking it behind her, and making her way into the crowded hallways, students blocking her path, the seventh years were leaning back against the wall as they watched the first and second years struggle to get their classes, their tiny bodies trying to weave through the older students, she wanted to roll her eyes as she caught sight of a familiar yet unfamiliar head of blonde hair.
Septimus Malfoy, as she'd come to find out when she decided to apply for the position, she made sure that every student in the seventh and sixth year was engraved in her mind, and locked away in her well-organized library of thoughts.
Draco shared such similar features with his grandfather, the same hollowed cheeks, pale face, pointed nose, such aristocratic features, each part of his face held a sharp edge, as if he could cut through any hand that dared to touch the elder ferret.
By the way he sent a jelly-legs jinx to one of the Gryffindor first years that tried to run past him, and what looked to be his two goons, surprisingly it wasn't a Goyle or Crabbe, but rather he was flanked by what seemed to be Amycus Carrow Sr. and Evan Rosier, the two boys laughing alongside Septimus as he attempted to cast yet another spell on an ignorant little first year.
These little children were such simple minded beings, so stupid, so innocent, it made her sick to think that such creatures still existed in such a world where Tom Riddle has free reign, a boy who has already, based on what she's studied about this specific timeline, began gathering all his loyal little Death Eaters. Rosier and Carrow were definitely amongst the group, and she didn't even bother questioning Malfoy, as she let her hand raise slightly and twist to the side just an inch, and Malfoy's wand flew into her waiting hand.
His storm-like eyes snapped towards her, and his eyes widened just slightly. Just being the key word, before he quickly covered it up with a passive look on his face, feigning innocence as if she hadn't just witnessed the fool jinx any child that was unlucky enough to come into his line of vision.
Carrow Sr. and Rosier also seemed to be shocked at the rather quick and stealthy intrusion Professor Granger had placed on their little fun game.
Malfoy looked at his goons, or Riddle's goons, whatever they were, they were all idiots.
She gave the boys a small little smirk, and held the wand up, dangling it only slightly between Malfoy's eyes, as if chastising him, and trying to lure him in all at once, and with her dark eyes staring into his, trying to probe his mind with as much force as she could, she only could smidges of memories, some including Riddle, but nothing that could help her move to her next step.
Being the half-wit that he was, Malfoy hadn't realized that she was using Legilimens on him, but he was a trained Occulumens and his mind shut her out by instinct, she gave him another smirk and beckoned him with her other hand, her finger gesturing towards the three teenaged boys, and without thinking they moved towards her, being drawn into this darkness that surrounded her, a darkness they didn't experience aside from being beside Tom, and what an electric current it was, it licked at their skin as they drew closer, and it was as if they drinking up every inch of that power, losing all control and becoming almost drunk in Hermione Granger, and her hard yet soft features, those eyes that were a dark caramel, but with flecks of gold that showed that there was some light within her, but only barely.
"Professor" Malfoy mumbled, his voice almost a slur as he leaned in towards her, her hand still gripping his wand, and Rosier and Carrow also seemed to lean in closer.
"I assume you have somewhere to be , and torturing the first years isn't it." She gave him an antagonizing smile, and felt his legs lose a bit of balance as he almost knocked into her, but she stepped back only slightly, and he almost lost his balance before he realized how ridiculous he looked, and straightened himself instantly.
"Yes professor, we have Defense against the Dark Arts with you actually." He gave her his infamous Malfoy smirk, a playful gleam in his eyes and almost immediately her eyes darkened, what a fool, to think she was a silly little girl he could play with, she stuck his wand into the side of his neck and leaned in only slightly.
"Well, we best get moving then. Wouldn't want to be late on your first day back, I know that your professor would very displeased." And she dropped his wand onto the ground, turning to walk away and heard a scuffle of shoes as he quickly reached for his wand, and the three boys followed behind her as she entered her classroom.
She was instantly greeted by chaos, students sitting on the desks rather than on their chairs, boys and girls too close for her liking, girls giggling and boys casting spell after spell. She saw red, and the door slammed shut behind her, the three boys behind her flinched as they sensed the electricity that surrounded her spread around the class, as everyone grew silent, eyes wide as if they were caught doing something bad, and oh how bad they were. Punishment was necessary, she will not be treated as Muggle-born, or a mudblood, she will be Professor Granger, a teacher, someone they will respect, that they will at times fear if they step out of line.
She was only five minutes late, how was it possible that this could happen in five minutes. Teenagers, her mind hissed, anger resurfacing behind her once light brown eyes, turning them almost pitch black as she took her wand out and pointed it at one boy who was still seated on the desk, he visibly gulped as she twisted her arm to the side, and he was instantly pushed of the desk and onto a chair, and almost instantly, as if it never even happened, the chair flew across the room, with the boy still seated in it, and she heard the crack of the chair against the wall as he fell to the floor, scrambling to his feet instantly and making his way back to the desk, standing behind it, head bent down, not daring to look into the angered witches eyes.
She pointed her wand at the broken chair and quickly brought it back to its previous fixed form, before levitating it back into its place behind the boy, forcing him to sit in it.
He flinched when the chair touched the back of his legs, but he slowly sat, his head still facing the table.
She turned to look at Malfoy and his little friends and they took walked rather quickly, searching for any seat.
She quickly turned to the board, and began writing, almost instantly she heard the sound of rustling as the students pulled out their notebooks, and quills, writing down whatever she wrote as she began her lesson.
"My name is Hermione Granger, your new Defense professor. There are a few rules I would like to mention, as today's class did not begin as I wished it to." She began, her back still to them as she placed her hand on the desk, tracing her fingers against the wood, dancing across the desk and gripping a dragon skull in her hand, turning towards the students now.
"Respect is in order. I will not tolerate any despicable behavior from any of you. I expect you all to take notes whenever I speak, including now, so do make sure that your quills are always ready." She twisted the skull in her hands.
"If there is any student who wishes to disrespect me in my own classroom, there will be consequences, and seeing as you are all big boys and girls, the consequences will be far from friendly" she smiled, the dragon skull cracking underneath her iron grip, pieces of it falling to the floor.
Wiping her hands, she grabbed her wand and summoned a piece of parchment from across the room, and grabbed a quill, looking around the room and writing names down.
Each name sounding more familiar then the next.
Helena Brown, she almost rolled her eyes, Lavender's grandmother looked exactly like the insolent girl she knew back in her time, same stupid look on that stupid face of hers.
Augusta Longbottom, she turned her eyes to stare at Neville's grandmother, the young woman sat in front of her had the same narrowed eyes that she knew the older version of herself still claimed.
As she continued to write names down, she began to pair each student based on what she assumed was their skill, although she did wish to pair the Brown girl with Mr. Riddle, just so he could get a hex in, her dislike towards Lavender being channeled into what looked to be her twin.
"I have put you in pairs, and I want each of you to duel. I want to test your abilities before going forward, I will not accept slackers in my classroom, if you are simply an idiot I would like to know before I waste my time trying to teach you something you wouldn't even begin to comprehend with a mind as small as yours" she heard some girls scoff around the room, and she wanted to blast them each with a spell that would make them wish they didn't make a single sound.
She drew her wand out once more and all the desks that were once there disappeared, leaving the students standing, and looking around.
She made eye contact with a certain pair of dark eyes, and he gave her a polite small, which she blatantly ignored before she began calling out names.
"And finally, Tom Riddle," she called out, and the boy twisted to stare at her, his handsome features almost shocking her. Almost.
"You are with Ms. Longbottom, please make sure that none of you permanently hurt one another, however I don't expect any of you to play fair. You may begin, and remember I will be watching."
And that's all it took before different colors of a different spell fired around the room, but she kept a close eye on Riddle, her eyes studying his dueling skills.
He seemed more of an offense rather than defense, but that wasn't a shock. The dark lord never thought to learn to defend himself as properly as he learned to inflict pain on others.
She watched as Augusta struggled to deflect spell after spell that Tom threw her way, until she finally surrendered and the boy smiled arrogantly, turning immediately to find his professor staring at him, her dark eyes calculating, and he gave her his best 'good boy' smile, which she once again ignored and moved to look around at the other duels.
She could, however, feel the same dark eyes of the not so innocent boy follow her around the room, and she was very aware of the ring that lay on his finger, the dark power that illuminated from it almost suffocating that she wondered how no one else noticed that this boy was far from innocent, that he was darkness itself.
She avoided him today; she will not speak to him until it is the right time. But everything was according to plan, yes; she'd waited for this for too long for something to go wrong.
Brightest witch of her age, they called her, and they were right. So bright that it blackened her soul.