DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!

The Kid and I

Chapter 7

Everyone in the room gasped when they saw the Boggart's new form. Everyone except Tom, who was staring at Hermione's blood-covered corpse, looked to see their professor's reaction. She gave none.

"Tom. Defeat the Boggart." She commanded in a voice as hard as stone.

He snapped out of his Trans and waved his wand at the Boggart, which then transformed into a miniature of a burnt out building. Hermione noticed a twisted and gnarled sign that had the word 'orphanage' on it. Everyone waited as the Boggart did nothing and then Hermione managed to put it back into the wardrobe, locking it in firmly.

"Class is over. Everyone, get out." She said quietly and tiredly as she sank into her seat, resting her head in her hand as she closed her eyes miserably.

For four years, she had done everything she could to undermine Tom and try to diminish the future possibility of him becoming Voldemort. But she had failed. Everything she had done had only made Tom fall in love with her. 'That must be the backfire of the century' she thought, almost laughing at the irony. She heard the classroom door open and two dozen sets of footsteps leave the room.

"Professor?" It was Tom.

"I told everyone to leave."

"Professor, I didn't mean for that to happen."

"But it did. And it doesn't change the fact that my death is what you fear most in the world, and it doesn't change the fact that you are still in my classroom."

"Professor, I just-"

Her eyes shot open in fury. "Get out, Riddle!"

He visibly blanched and even recoiled into himself a little but he did not leave, or even step back. "No."

"Riddle, I am serious."

"I don't care."

"You're disobeying your teacher."

"I don't care." He took two steps towards her.

"I could take points."

"I don't care." He took another two steps.

"I could give you detention."

"I don't care." He took another two steps.

"I could have you suspended."

"I don't care." More steps.

"I could have you expelled."

"I don't care." He was now in front of her chair.

She whispered as he leant into her. "I could hurt you."

He gently cupped her cheek. "I don't care." He leant into her and kissed her lips gently.

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"Are you angry with me?" Tom asked softly as he lay behind her in her bed, his head supported on his hand. He trailed his fingertips in circles on her hips, yet she was unresponsive to it.

She was curled up in a ball, clutching her pillow to her chest. "I'm furious at myself. I can't believe I did that with a student."

"It was wonderful." He leant forward and kissed her shoulder.

"Kid, stop it!" She shot up in bed, threw the covers off her and stormed into the bathroom. She grabbed her dressing gown off the back of the door and fastened it around her angrily.

"Helen, what's wrong?"

"Stop calling me that! You can't call me that!"

"Professor!"

"Stop it! Just…Just stop!"

"Stop what?" He sat up in bed, drawing the covers over his waist. "I can't call you by your name and you won't let me call you professor! What am I supposed to do?"

"Just shut up! Stop talking! Just get your clothes and get out."

"Prof-"

"Now!"

He sighed, climbed out of bed and walked past her into her study. He brushed past her and as his skin touched her hand, she tried desperately to keep in her sigh of pleasure. She waited as he dressed, and then sighed again as he left without a word.

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The next few months were unbearable for Hermione. She desperately tried to ignore Tom, and at first it was easy enough. For a month or so he seemed perfectly happy to ignore her and glare at her. He never let the quality of his work slip but she found herself giving him lower marks then she would normally. He obviously knew this but he never complained or went to Headmaster Dippet to tell of her injustice, though she knew the only reason he didn't would be because he would have to tell Dippet that he and Hermione had slept together, thus getting her fired, which was not what he wanted at all.

Though after about six weeks, his anger seemed to die down and he would start looking at her with his usual lust and admiration. She'd tried grading him even harder, though that only made him look at her with even more longing, his head filled with school boy desires. And if she graded him loosely, then he would earn high marks for nothing, which was something he didn't necessarily mind. If she was kind, she was trapped. If she was cruel, she was trapped.

It was then that her body had started to betray her. She'd watched Tom Riddle grow from a lonely little boy to a powerful young man, and her body and a part of her mind were starting to betray her. Whenever she saw him, her mind instantly filled with the memories of their erotic last meeting. She had to shake herself to be able to continue with her lessons and desperately try not to purposefully give him detention as to spend time alone with him, where she was sure that she would given in to her mad desires. She wished she'd never met Tom Riddle.

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June 1942. It was the end of Tom's fifth year, and it was time for his OWLs. All the fifth and seventh years were all nervous and stressed and cramming for their exams. However, Tom seemed perfectly calm and able to spend massive amounts of time quietly studying in the library, his nose deeply buried in a book while he jotted down notes. Hermione's lessons were dull at that time. Her fifth and seventh year lessons were all about revising, and all her other classes were about making up tests, giving tests, marking tests and going over tests. Every night she found herself thinking about how fun her life could be if she simply gave in to Tom Riddle and the lustful looks he'd give her when he knew no one else was looking. At first it was annoying as she had been starting to be able to not think about him every second of every day. But when he started to look at her with lust in his eyes again, she had started to day dream about him again, and how enjoyable their hour together had been. Yes, he was young and inexperienced, but she was a busy woman and teaching at Hogwarts did not lend a lot of time for pleasurable pastimes and it was flattering how a young boy was finding her attractive. And it had been a while since her last erotic escapade. She was being tormented, and he knew it. And he enjoyed it.

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Summer came and went and before Hermione knew it, the students had returned and it was time for school. Again. On the first night, Tom had gone to Hermione's quarters and boldly knocked on her door as she was planning her next lesson. She answered the door and was pleasantly surprised when she saw Tom there, a letter in his hand.

"Tom?"

"Professor."

"What are you doing here?"

"I thought I'd find you to tell you my OWL results. I thought you'd want to see them."

She was momentarily speechless but then beckoned him in. "Yes, of course. Are you pleased with your results?"

"I don't know them, I haven't opened them." She closed the door and he handed her the envelope, "I thought I'd wait for you."

"You thought…Pardon?" She examined the unopened envelope briefly, not seeing a hint of any attempt to open it. She looked at him in confusion, but he simply nodded to the envelope, encouraging her to open it. She did so, and unfolded the letter.

'Transfiguration O, Potions O, Defence Against the Dark Arts O, Herbology E. Astronomy E, Charms O, Care of Magical Creatures E, Ancient Runes O, History of Magic O, Arithmancy O, Muggle Studies O'

She looked up at him, stunned. She smiled and handed it to him. "Very well done, Mister Riddle." She said, glowing with pride. "Eight Outstanding and three Exceeds Expectations."

He looked them over and frowned. "I could have done better,"

She laughed. "Well we can't all be as smart as me." She smiled at him. "You should be proud. They're very good-"

She was cut off abruptly by his lips crashing to hers.

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A/N: I would just like to say, before anyone accuses me of paedophilia – Tom is already fifteen years old – which is the age of consent in the Wizarding world, therefore Hermione/Helen is not technically a paedophile! This is because his birthday is around Christmas time and in my Hogwarts world; students enter the year already at the age which is the number….That was confusing! Sorry I mean that students are already eleven when they start First Year; they are already twelve in Second Year; they've turned thirteen by the start of Third year and so on and so forth which means that Tom will turn sixteen at Christmas of fifth year.