Tom Riddle drank from the wine cup as he watched a court lady from across the floor. She was the wife or daughter of some important person. She had been flirting with him outrageously all evening. He gave the woman his charming smile. On the inside, he screamed in frustration. He was tired of the same thing. It was annoying but he knew that if he played the court game, he could stay close to the prince. Draco was two years younger than and as spoiled as any prince would be. He had to give it to him though, he was intelligent as well as manipulative. However he did not match Tom in anyway. He might be royalty but he was beneath him in that level.

Tom's eyes went back to his next lay. The little whore fluttered her eyelashes in a flirtatious way. He watched her with fake interest. All he wanted was a good time between her legs and a cup of wine. He was fine with the numerous women he entertained himself with. However, there was a deep thirst for something in his soul. He did not know how to quench it. The lady eyeing his discreetly slipped from the room. He stood up, knowing it was time for his true evening to start.

The next morning Tom got dressed quickly got dressed as the lady's whose name he did not even know slept peacefully. He had got what he wanted from her and now it was time to end their short affair. She hadn't even been a good lay if he was being honest. He quickly fled the chamber like a cheetah running after its prey. Zabini often joked about his love them and abandon them method. It worked for him though and he would keep it that way.

It didn't take him long to get to his bedchambers and change into clean clothes before joining the prince in his daily activities. Draco had been livid lately due to the impending treaty with the Gryffindor royalty. Nott and Tom were getting tired of the royal prat's constant moaning about it. He had been lucky not to go before because of Zabini. However, the more he went, the less they saw of him. They were sure he had found a good lay and was too busy in between her legs to do any good there. They all knew he would never marry.

Tom walked in to Draco's quarters to see the blonde pacing. His always perfect blonde hair was in disarray. "What in God's name is wrong with you?" Tom asked.

"They moved up the fucking peace talks. I'm going to be surrounded by moronic Gryffindor's!" He cried out frustratingly.

"You are the prince. It is required for you to go." Theodore said from a chair near the fire. "Besides, we will also be there and Zabini as well."

Malfoy huffed in aggravated disappointment. "I'd rather we just attack and deal with them."

"War isn't the answer." Tom chipped in. "Besides, if we deal with it now, we won't have to deal with them later."

"Unless you're Zabini." Theodore joked. "I bet he has a new mistress."

"He gets more tail than I do." Draco said. "And I'm married."

"Don't forget a prince." Tom sat in the chair opposite of Nott. "That helps with the ladies."

Malfoy's ears went red around the edges. "Shut up Riddle. It's better than being made of ice."

Tom ignored the jab at him and turned to the issue at hand. "When should we be ready to leave?"

"Tomorrow." He mumbled.

Hermione laid on the ground outside the Weasley's manor under a tree. Her hair served as a perfect pillow as she watched the man up in the tree. She was lucky that the servants were busy at the moment and the family at court today.

"You are getting bold." She told Blaise Zabini as he watched her.

"I have to. You barley acknowledge me at court." He smiled. "I've told you that my intentions towards you are pure."

"How pure could they be to the daughter of a fallen family?" Hermione asked.

"Your family means little to me. All I want is you as my wife." He jumped down.

"I've already told you that I have plans." She looked away from him as he laid next to her on his side. His elbow held up his head.

"Then let me help you. The only price is that you become my wife." Blaise bounced one of her curls before wrapping it around his finger. She was a goddess in his eyes. He never thought the Granger girl could become so beautiful.

"You would betray your friend for a chance between my legs?" She asked. "You are a whore Blaise Zabini." Her voice was teasingly.

"You've let this whore touch you in a place a lady would not let a man touch her." His hand traveled to her breast and squeezed.

Her eyes darkened in desire. For more than a year he had chased her around. He had made is intentions known that it would be him that she would marry. That it was him she would eventually be buried next to once they both perished from this world.

"Blaise!" She removed his hand from her chest.

"Why can I not touch you? Daphne has." He smirked at her red cheeks. It had been easy to convince his mistress to seduce the young girl next to him.

"You set that up!" She said with a pout.

He smirked as he pulled her dress up to her waist. "Just agree to marry me." He kissed her neck. "Your body already responds to my touch. So does your heart." He sucked on her sweet spot behind her ear as his fingers began to rub her clit.

Hermione moaned and arched her back. She knew she shouldn't be doing this but she couldn't stop the way her body responded to him. His fingers were talented as they played with her body like a skilled instrument.

Blaise quickly covered her mouth with his own. She meet his passion with her own as his fingers teased her. Her resolve to deny their attraction fell a little more every day. Soon she would agree to their marriage, and when she did would be the day they wed. Her body withered against him as he continued to rub her clit. He pulled back. "I will ask until the day you say yes Granger." He picked up the pace.

"I can't." She gasped. "Oh don't stop." She gripped his hair like a little hellcat. It took all his strength not to pull out his cock and thrust it into her tight virgin channel. He turned his gaze to her long legs that were spread for his hand. Blaise's breathing picked up as she got close to her orgasm.

"I'm almost there." She arched her back. Her hands tugged at his perfect hair. "I'm going to cum." It didn't take long for her words to come true. He was enchanted by the way she looked in total bliss. Blaise pulled his hand away and sucked her juices clean from it. "You taste amazing.

Hermione felt her cheeks go red as she fixed her dress. She could not believe he had done that in broad daylight but she had not stopped him. "Blaise!" She growled.

He laughed and kissed her deeply. "Marry me Hermione. Make me the happiest man in Gryffindor and marry me."

"I want revenge on the Riddles. I want to bring them down like they did to my father." She said. "I want them to suffer."

"Marry me and I will help you destroy him." He said. "I'll teach you everything I know." He had already told her that he would not be loyal. He had a mistress that he liked and that was in love with the woman he loved as well. "Let me help you destroy Tom Riddle II's heart."

Hermione shut her eyes. She knew the only way to get back in the Slytherin court was through marriage. This was her shot and she knew she need to take it. "I'll marry you." Hermione finally agreed to it. With her agreement, fate's wheel began to turn.