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Chapter 7:
Hermione was almost entirely sure that Tom Riddle was beyond pissed at her for the stunt she pulled during her last class. She openly declared war against the young Dark Lord, and she could give less of shit about it all.
He was like a whiny little baby, always annoyed and aggravated if things didn't go his way. She found it humorous that she was ever afraid of him in her own time, because he was seriously just so annoying. She wanted to slap him half the time, and strangle him the other half.
Dippet informed her that one of the head students is out sick and requested if she could take over their patrols, not that she had anything better to do, but couldn't a student do this instead? Professors do have work to do, grades to give, and assignments to destroy their students with.
However, denying the headmaster of his simple request would just get her on his bad side, and if there was one thing Hermione needed, was Dippet to love her more than he loved Tom Riddle, because the little shit had every professor in the palms of his hands.
Rounding a corner, she was pretty sure that students in this time weren't as adventurous as those of her time, who loved to sneak out and shove their tongues down each other's throats. She hadn't had a good shag since leaving her old life behind, and was sure to get that small problem fixed this coming weekend, however for now she would just make sure that the boys kept to themselves and the girls had a skirt that wasn't on the verge of exposing their panty colors.
Distinct voices had pulled her from her thoughts, and she found herself pressing her body against the wall that was rounding into another hallway, before quickly casting a disillusionment charm on herself, her invisible head comfortable peeking over at the two students who were clearly arguing.
"Fleamont, you have to understand! My father will never approve, a Black and a Potter is something unheard of!" Hermione could see a beautiful young woman, who she knew was in Slytherin, as she taught her Defense, but she couldn't seem to recall her name since the girl was almost always quiet in her classes, but outstandingly smart.
"Doe…please. Our families shouldn't matter! All that should matter is you and me, right?" and Fleamont Potter grabbed the girl's hands, pulling her closer.
"You're crazy if you think that my father would ever allow this. Potter's are blood traitors, Fleamont. Blacks are fucking pureblood fanatics." The girl seemed to be pushing him away, but he only pulled her close.
"But I love you, and I think that's enough. And you love me, don't you?" His eyes and voice seemed to be desperate, as if her rejection could kill him. The girl let out a sigh of resignation.
"I love you, I do. Too much that it hurts at times, and it'll have my parents disown me of everything. You know…I do believe I love you more than I'll ever love my own parents and siblings." She whispered, their foreheads now resting against one another, and Hermione couldn't find it in herself to break up the warm and loving moment, she'd let this slide, because she knew that those two standing there together were going to be the parents of James Potter, and without him, her best friend would not exist.
"I'll always protect you Dorea, the world could never hurt you if you were with me." And he placed a soft kiss on her lips which ended fairly quickly, and the two-walked hand in hand to wherever they were going. Hermione's heart melted at the sight, Harry did tell her that Sirius constantly mentioned how in love the two were, and how the love had only grown once they had James.
Once they were out ear shot and she could no longer see them, she quickly removed the disillusionment charm, and continued her rounds, before heading back to her quarters, her exhaustion taking over quickly and her eyes drooping until she was sound asleep.
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The next day, Hermione awoke with her door being knocked on violently. She was confused as to who the hell would even attempt to wake her up so early in the morning. Looking out her window, she could see that the sun had not risen yet, and that it could only be around four o'clock in the morning. Oh, someone was going to be skinned alive for this.
Climbing out of her bed, she realized that she was merely in her bra and knickers, but in no mood to dress, she quickly tied a black satin robe around her waist, her hair piled atop her head, and opened the door, her wand clutched in her hand.
She came face to face with Tom Riddle. For bloody fuck sake! He couldn't wait for tomorrow to enact his revenge. The little shite had a pissed off look on his face, and was dressed in his pajamas as well. What the fuck is he even doing up at this time? Merlin, he is so annoying.
"Professor Granger, I would like to have a word with you." In no mood to argue, she allowed him into her quarters, shutting the door, and casting protective spells silently around every inch of her bedroom.
"Your little stunt that you pulled in that defense class was unacceptable Professor. You've disrespected my…friend." He was literally hissing, and Hermione held the urge to roll her eyes at the insipid child that was Tom Riddle.
However, he was coming closer to her, until she was cornered and pushed up against the wall on the other side of her rather large bedroom.
"Goodness Mr. Riddle, I honestly didn't take you for one who gave a bloody shit about his friends. But this, this is so shocking. Truly, my mind is blown!" her voice low, and sarcastic and injected with a danger that he knew she would stand by if he attempted to cause her harm.
Tom could tell that her eyes were darkening into an all-black shade, so much like her Boggart, and for some fucking reason his pants were tightening painfully and it was clearly because of the bulge that was formed as he could now see almost a clear view of her breasts cupped nicely in a lace black bra.
Hermione's eyes followed his, and with him pressed up fully against her now, where it was once intimidating had now fallen into a different light…the fucker was seducing her, and in her mind, the little voice that constantly made her fall into a never-ending darkness was thriving off of his desire and was sending desire of its own pulsating through Hermione's veins.
"Professor, I care about my friends, don't judge me based off of some strange misconception you've made about me from the beginning of the year. I am an extremely loyal friend if necessary." And Hermione snorted, and rather than hexing her, Tom Riddle did the unthinkable.
He pressed his lips against hers harshly, almost bruising her. And the most shocking thing of this entire night, was that she kissed him back, tongues battling, hands roaming each other's body's, and soon her robe was pulled open, but once the cool air had hit her torso and she felt his lips trail kissed along the top of her breasts that were pushed up by the bra, Hermione's mind caught up with her and she wrenched away from him violently, closing her robe instantly and grabbing her wand, pressing it against his neck.
"Who the fuck do you think you are, you absolute swine!" Hermione felt the rage replace the desire at her loss of control. And she sent a small stinging hex which made him release a growl of discomfort, which sent shockwaves of desire through her lower abdomen area. For Merlin sake, what is happening to her!
Tom could still sense the discomfort in his pants, but the bitch had hexed him and he knew that whatever could've happened, is no longer in the agenda of tonight's plans, and so he grabbed her wand, bid her a goodnight and walked out of her room, both of them not speaking, but her magic rubbed against his at one point in that kiss, and he would be lying if he didn't say that it was doused in such dark magic that it made him feel like he was flying. Tom was pretty adamant that this witch was not older than him by much, professor or not, he wanted to know the hell she was. Now.