Authors note: Hermione's in Slytherin now, duh,duh,duh. What will happen next? Well Tom is about to be introduced and the fun really begins. Hope my grammar is ok. Thank you people that have read this, it is my first ever fanfiction and I hope it will be enjoyed.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters and never will, even if I wish I did

Chapter 3: The head boy

Hermione froze for a second, her eyes wide with surprise. Could she have heard wrong? She had to have, she was a Gryffindor. Wasn't she? But she defiantly hadn't heard wrong, the Slytherin table was applauding her.

She got shakily to her feat and glanced over to the Gryffindor table. Harry, Ron and Ginny were staring at her, their mouths hanging open in shock.

She took the seat next to Draco. It looked like he was struggling to find the right words but looked very impressed.

"Welcome to the best house of them all .I didn't know you had it in you." He looked towards the Gryffindor table and smirked. "I don't think Evans and the Weatherbys are too happy about it though."

"Draco this is not funny! How did this happen? I'm a muggle born."

"How the hell would I know? What did the hat say?"

"First it said that I was brave and had a brilliant mind but then it said that I was "so very cunning" and that I had the most ambitious mind that it had seen in a long time," Hermione muttered scornfully, glaring at the scruffy hat Dumbledore was taking away.

Draco sniggered at her and patted her arm, "welcome to Slytherin . It seems this is where you truly belong."

"I blame you for this. You know that don't you?" Exclaimed Hermione huffily.

Draco raised an eyebrow. "And why is that?"

"I'm picking up all your habits. Even that annoying smirk of yours."

"I'm glad to hear I'm a positive influence on you."

Hermione hit Draco lightly on the arm but couldn't help but laugh. She, Gryffindors best student had been sorted into Slytherin and it suddenly seemed hilarious.

Throughout dinner a few of the Slytherins introduced themselves, including a tall blonde boy with green eyes, who Draco nearly panicked when meeting, who turned out to be his grandfather Abraxas Malfoy. A shorter brown haired boy with a drawling voice called Alexander Nott, John Mc'nair, a boy with light curly, brown hair and a large nose and Rose Parkinson, who when meeting Draco fluttered her eyelashes at him flirtatiously. Hermione had to suppress a giggle at this point causing Draco to scowl at her.

When all the plates had vanished and Hermione was beginning to think that maybe a short time in Slytherin wouldn't be so bad, Headmaster Dippet once again got to his feat.

"Before I send you all off to bed I am very pleased to announce the new head boy and girl for this year is Susan Clearwater. " Susan stood up from the Ravenclaw table and received a polite round of applause. "And are head boy is Tom Riddle."

It took a second for what Dippet said to sink in. Hermione turned as if in slow motion to see a tall, black haired handsome boy rise from the other end of the table.

A shiver ran down Hermione's spine and her breathing grew heavy. How could she have forgotten? She gulped her eyes wide with terror. Her brown orbs found Harrys green. He was the palest she had ever seen him, Ginny appeared to be shaking and Ron just stared at Riddle his eyes wide.

She glanced round at Draco, who looked confused by her reaction and it was obvious that he didn't know who Tom Riddle was going to become.

"Hermione? Hermione what's wrong?"

"It's... it's him," she whispered.

"Who's hi-"That was the moment he realised. "No! It can't be him. Evans called him Tom but..."

"It is Draco."

Shocking Hermione, Draco grabbed her hands and held them in his, clearly in an attempt to comfort her as well as him. A ripple of panic gripped his features and his grey eyes glazed over in fear.

"How could I have been so stupid as to forget?" Hermione asked her eyes back to Riddle.

Then the dark head turned and Hermione was staring into a pair of black eyes that were fixed on hers. His expression was completely blank but he tilted his head slightly, quite clearly intrigued. Hermione realised her expression must be one of fear and removed all expression from her face. Then she tore her gaze away and fixated on her plate instead.

The five were communicating with one another. One thing was clear. One thought gripped them all. "We need to get out of here as quickly as possible."

Dippet had continued to talk but Hermione hadn't been listening. The welcoming feast was at an end and everyone was getting to their feat. Draco and Hermione followed the other Slytherins out of the hall, throwing nervous glances at the others as they went.

Hermione stayed at the back of the procession, as far away from the future dark lord as she could get. He was near the front with Malfoy and other students Hermione knew to be Death Eaters, or as they were currently known knights.

Draco seemed to be slightly sickened by him and Hermione thought about the number of people Draco must have seen him torture and murder.

"We have to try and stay away from him," Draco murmured against her ear.

Hermione nodded in agreement and observed Riddle. His hair reminded her of Harrys but was far neater and parted to the left. He was taller than average and seemed to radiate power and authority. He had a handsome face with perfectly chiselled features and black eyes with seemed able to see right through to the soul.

As if sensing her staring, his head swung round to face her. His face was emotionless and gave her no clue to his mood. At once she engaged Draco in conversation and tried to ignore the fact that she could feel his eyes on her. The last thing she needed was for Voldemort to become suspicious of them.

"Blend in and avoid him. That's all we have got to do," she stated discreetly to Draco.

When they reached the dungeons Riddle stepped forward to say the password and it occurred to Hermione that this would be the first time she would have heard him speak.

"Salazar."

His voice was smooth and emotionless. He was very obviously very articulate and reminded Hermione of how she herself spoke.

Hermione exchanged a look with Draco who didn't seem to be so pleased to be in Slytherin anymore. As soon as they entered the common room he took her upper arm and steered her into a corner.

Draco's voice was frantic. "How do we share a common room with him?"

"Draco calm down!"

"We just need to blend in and be norm-"

"Excuse me."

Draco's eyes widened and Hermione spun around. Standing right behind her was Riddle. Immediately straightening her back, Hermione tried not to look intimidated. Besides her, Draco was trying to keep his face blank.

"Yes?"

"I'm Tom Riddle," he held out his hand towards her and she took it with a moment's hesitation.

She expected him to shake it but instead he kissed the back of her hand. Hermione was momentarily startled, before remembering this was 1944.

"I'm Hermione Granger and this is Draco Miran." Hermione was careful to keep her voice even.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Granger, Mr Miran." Riddle said and smiled charmingly at her.

Hermione remembered how Harry had told her that Riddle had used his charm to achieve his own ends when he was young and was not impressed.

Draco was now regarding Riddle coldly, obviously having reached the conclusion that he didn't like Riddle at all.

"Was there anything you wanted," Draco drawled in a voice Hermione knew very well because it was the voice he had used to use with her.

Hermione silently cursed Draco. Something told her that Riddle wouldn't appreciate the condescending tone Draco was using with him.

Riddle however merely raised an eyebrow at him before pulling out two rolls of parchment from his robes.

"Your timetables," he said handing them the scrolls.

He turned so he was facing Hermione only.

"Professor Dumbledore asked me to give them to you."

His eyes were fixed steadily on hers.

"May I ask where you transferred from?"

His question caught Hermione off guard for a second. It seemed innocent enough but the slight glint in Riddles eyes told her otherwise.

"Seeing as you have already asked I will answer. We transferred from Beauxbatons."

"Really? You sound English."

"We are English but our parents lived in France. Going to Beauxbatons just seemed easier then coming here."

Riddle tilted his head to the side while he considered her answer.

"Then why transfer now?"

"We moved back to England."

Riddle was suspicious of them, that much was obvious. She felt rather proud that she had lied so fluently. She looked at him challengingly, daring her to challenge him. You may be powerful Riddle, but you're not getting anything out of me.

Draco smirked proudly besides her.

"Well then Miss Granger, I will see you tomorrow. I believe you are in all the advanced classes with me."

His voice sounded vaguely threatening but Hermione kept her composure until he walked away.

"Now I get why you're in Slytherin," laughed Draco, throwing an arm around her shoulders. "That was fantastic."

Hermione allowed herself a smug smile.

...

Tom watched Granger and Miran carefully as they departed up their respective staircases. They were hiding something.

As they had stood in the great hall waiting to be sorted someone had noticed them. He had noticed there familiarity with Dumbledore. Something wasn't right, the old fool Dumbledore was plotting something.

He had subtly observed them throughout the feast and had seen the fear in their faces when his name was called. They might know something. Narrowing his eyes slightly he gestured for Malfoy, Crabbe and Rookwood to approach him.

"Yes my lord?"

"I want you to find out everything you can about our transfer students."

"Of course my lord."

If they were hiding something, he would find out about it. With the connections the Malfoy family had, he would know every single detail of their lives in a week.