A/N- Hey hope you are all enjoying this story, it is my first attempt at this pairing and I am finding it slightly difficult! I just realised that I hadn't put the disclaimer in so I would just like to take this time to say that I don't own anything, all characters came from the amazing mind of J.K. Rowling, a fact if which I think we are all really grateful of J, I am just having a play about with them!

000

The next morning comes and I have managed to get a few hours sleep. I quickly get ready and walk down to the Great Hall with my fellow Gryffindor's. When I get there I notice that Tom is already sat at the Slytherin table with a few of his cronies, they are all paying avid attention to him and I wonder what they are planning. I know I'm not allowed to go up and say hi as Tom already told me that last night, or rather this morning and I know better than to test his patience. I sit down and start chatting to a couple of boys from my year. They are talking about Quidditch.

'I s'ppose you'll be supporting the Slytherins, eh Hermione?' Edward Weasley asks me. Yep a Weasley, meeting him made me feel better when I first got here I can tell you.

'Now why would you suppose a silly thing like that?' I ask him with an innocent look on my face.

'Well it will be dangerous, supporting us, while your sat with all them,' Cranthum Longbottom piped up.

'I guess I will just have to sit with you then Cranth' I smile at him.

'Cool,' he smiles, 'though it's going to cost you'

'What? No let me guess, you want to copy the essay for Binns?'

He just smiled.

'You know I am hardly top of the class myself,' I remind him. In reality I had the essay completed the day it was given, and to an Outstanding level, well that is, it was, until I made the necessary adjustments to bring it down inline with the rest of the class. Being in the past I have to remain an average pupil, the aim to not stand out, one way or another.

'Yea, but you are dating the top student' Eddie piped up.

'He's head boy, it's not like he can cheat, he has to set a good example.'

'He's hardly going to let you fail, please Hermione'

'Ok, I will let you look at it this afternoon.'

We carried on eating breakfast and chatting.

000

Double potions was the first lesson of the day, I got there before Tom so I sat at our usual table at the front of the class. Tom always sits at the front of the class, like I always used to. I never realised quite how annoying that was until now, trying to blend in at the front is hard. Not that I know why I still bother trying, I have already pretty much screwed up the timeline. I wonder if I hadn't bothered so much with blending in, whether I would have realised how deep I was getting in with Tom and stopped it while I still could I mean I knew who he was, who he would become the moment I first met him, but I didn't realise how drawn I was to him till it was already to late. I remember when I first saw him, it wasn't long after I first arrived here.

As soon as I realised where I was, or more importantly, when I was, I went in search of Professor Dumbledore. After I explained who I was and how I came to be here, well as much as I could anyway whilst trying to minimise the damage to the timeline, it was decided that I would attend Hogwarts as a seventh year student. Decided by Professor Dumbledore I might add, I would have preferred to be locked up in a room where I couldn't interact with anyone until a way was found to return me to my own time, but he wouldn't hear of it.

I was then taken to Headmaster Dippet's office, where my invented back story was tried out for the first time - we had already decided not to inform anyone else of the truth. The story was that my parents were nomads, travelling around the continent, learning about magic and magical creatures first hand. I had been taught by them and therefore had had a varied and informative education. However, with the increasing danger presented by Gellert Grindlewald, my parents had written to their close acquaintance Professor Dumbledore and requested that I attend Hogwarts for my last year whilst they carried on with their explorations.

Professor Dippet gave me a quick test to ascertain that I was in line with the expectations of seventh year students at Hogwarts, which I of course passed, and then I was sorted immediately in the office, rather then in front of the great hall like the first years. I was placed once again in Gryffindor, which I hold onto as proof that I was still the same person then, that the change came later.

Anyway as Professor Dumbledore and I were leaving Professor Dippet's office there was a boy and a girl both about my age waiting to enter the office.

'Ah Tom, Augustus, How are you both?'

They both made affirmative answers and then the boy, Tom carried on, 'And you Professor, are you well?'

'Yes Tom, thank you. Let me introduce you to Hermione, she is just starting with us, Augustus she will be in your Dorm. Hermione this is Tom Riddle and Augustus Chilvers, Head Boy and Girl. Tom, Augustus this is Hermione Granger. I presume you will both make her feel welcome.' He smiles, but my stomach has just dropped.

'Of Course Sir' Tom replied.

'Yes, Hermione wait for me after the feast and I will show you how to get to Gryffindor Tower.' Augustus smiles at me.

'I will thank you,' I managed to somehow reply, even though my mouth had gone sandpaper dry.

Professor Dumbledore and I carried on walking, whilst Tom and Augustus went into the headmasters office.

'Are you alright my dear?' Professor Dumbledore asked me when we were walking towards the great hall.

'Yes Sir, ….um…. it's just meeting pupils from this time….. it um….. it makes it real, that sounds stupid I suppose.' I tried to side step the real issue, I couldn't actually tell him that the real problem was that I had just met the most evil wizard in history as an adolescent, that would really screw up the time line.

At the time I had decided that I would have to keep as much distance as possible from Tom, I couldn't risk altering the timeline. However when making that decision I didn't factor in the fact that there were two people involved, and as it turned out Tom was extremely curious about me which meant that he wouldn't leave me alone.

'What are you thinking about?' I am brought back to the present by the same inquisitive boy and a soft kiss to my temple.

'Not a lot,' I smile. 'How was your morning?'

'Productive.'

I just roll my eyes as I look away. He doesn't involve me much in his extra curricular activities, and honestly I am quite glad about that, I find it easier to bury my head in the sand so to speak - not knowing the particulars.

Though I must admit it is starting to get a little old.

'Don't test my patience' he tells me, he doesn't like it when I roll my eyes.

I look back at him and smile sarcastically ' Sorry my Lord'

He just smirks, grabs my thigh under the table and squeezes. I have learned to read his body language, trust me when I say it pays to. I know he is amused and not angry.

Professor Slughorn walks into the room then and the lesson begins.

000

'Are you Hungry?' Tom asks me when the lunch bell rings.

'Not really, I had quite a large breakfast.'

'I noticed,' he smiled, 'I don't know how you stomached toast and pancakes and crumpets.'

'Hey, you were supposed to be spending time with the sheep, not spying on me' my voice taking on a fake offended tone.

'You know, you would probably all get on better if you stopped calling them that.'

'I speak as I find, and we would never get on.' I tell him with conviction.

His gaze hardens infinitesimally, I only see it because I know what I am looking for 'So Lunch?' I ask.

'Well if your not hungry, how about we go and sit by the great lake'

'mm sounds good'

'even better, I know a lovely little secluded patch by the forest'

'really' I lean in slightly.

'mmhm, and…' he looks around conspirately 'I have some honeydukes chocolate.' he runs his finger down my arm.

'Lets go' I say eagerly and he just laughs.