Chapter 6
So sorry guys! This chapter has been in the works for months but I could never quite get it right and the middle took ages to figure out and word and finally I'm ready to post it for you guys!
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DSMelody
NOTE – This is a darkish fic… Hermione is not in the past to redeem Tom/Voldemort… if you want that to happen, find another story. This is about the passion, the hate, the darkness that is inside everyone. Hermione WILL be DARK… consider yourself warned.
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Recap -
"Liberacorpus" a commanding voice yelled from the other side of the room, causing Henry's prone form to fall to the ground, followed by "Vipera Evanesca" causing the snake that was waiting for further instruction from Hermione to disappear. The entire school parted and Hermione saw Dumbledore's stony face staring at her, "Madame Rose, please take Mr. Potter to the Hospital Wing and give him the best care and you," he said, turning to Hermione, "You come with me"
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Dumbledore's Office
"Have a seat Miss Desrosiers," Dumbledore offered in a chilled tone, Hermione glared at him and remained standing. "Miss Desrosiers what you did in that hall was completely unacceptable! Magic in the halls is against the rules!" She could tell he was barely able to restrain himself from yelling. Hermione snorted, "That didn't stop Henry Potter did it? Huh… I don't see you yelling at him!" Dumbledore held up a hand to silence her. Hermione wasn't quite sure what made her speak to her Headmaster like that but since arriving in the past, she felt like she was really able to speak her mind for the first time. She wasn't spending all her time saving Harry and Ron, not having to stoke their egos all the time was refreshing. Hermione refocused on what Dumbledore was saying.
"… Headmaster understands that was different Miss-" he was defending that arrogant, bullying git and finally Hermione had had enough; she cut him off mid sentence "He attacked a FOURTH YEAR! How is that different?!?!" Dumbledore's face expressed a range of emotions, from shock to anger. "Miss Desrosiers you will come with me to the Headmaster's office immediately" he all but yelled. "Fine" she yelled, jumping to her feet and storming off in the direction of headmaster Dippet's office.
Hermione was pissed, scratch that, she was way past pissed right now. To think she had respected and liked Dumbledore all those years! Defended and justified his actions to Harry and Ron, thought he was different from Snape! Honestly, at least Snape showed his ruthlessness, Dumbledore hid behind benign, twinkling eyes and a grandfatherly persona.
The emotions coursing through Hermione's mind were so intertwined that all she felt was the overwhelming urge to laugh and cry and scream until all the feeling bled out of her and she was peaceful again. Leaning against a cold, stone wall Hermione let one traitorous tear slide down her cheek. She needed something… anything. She needed to be free of this confinement, to be away from this damned castle that was the cause of these feelings.
Hermione pushed off from the wall before she sank into oblivion, she was supposed to be heading to the Headmaster's office but the emotions welling deep in the pit of her stomach threatened to overwhelm her. Walking down the hall rapidly, Hermione found herself in front of the stone gargoyle that guarded the Headmaster's office. She couldn't afford to lose the Headmaster's favour. Not now.
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Headmaster's Office
Hermione entered the large oval office, seeing a rather red faced Dumbledore sipping tea across from the Headmaster. Hermione sat herself in a plush armchair and looked the Headmaster square in the eyes, schooling her face into the perfect balance of innocent confusion.
"Miss Desrosiers," the Headmaster said gravely, smiling as she sat straighter in her chair. "Would you please tell me what happened between yourself, Mr Potter and Mr. Fudge" So Hermione explained her side of things to the Headmaster with her face retaining its innocent expression. She explained how she had come across the fight between Henry and Cornelius Fudge and how she had saved the fourth year and the resulting duel, not to mention the appalling things Henry had said to her, she only lightly touched on what part she played in starting the duel. The Headmaster listened intently and smiled at the end of the story. "Now Miss Desrosiers, I can see now that this wasn't your fault at all. You were merely helping out another student in need and I will punish Mr Potter accordingly" Hermione fought of the smirk that threatened to break out across her face.
She got up to leave when the Headmaster stopped her again, "Miss Desrosiers, 20 points to Slytherin for aiding another student" Hermione smiled genuinely at the man before turning to Dumbledore and smirking before waving a hearty goodbye.
God victory was sweet.
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Hermione had barely set foot in the Common Room when she was met with cheers from her entire house. People were patting her on the back and shaking her hand for getting 'that Potter'.
Hermione's head was nearly spinning there were that many people around her and touching her and trying to talk to her. When she reached her friends at the back of the common room in the centre, Hermione fell onto the couch, snuggling between Orion and Adonis. They were chattering like mad and she was having trouble telling what one was saying from another, Hermione just smiled contently before her eyes searched the common room for the face she wanted to see more than any other.
Hermione wasn't sure what his allure was but he couldn't help herself… she hated him as much as she craved him and god the fire between them burned and blazed all in their path. Merlin it was lovely.
Finally spotting him lurking in one of the corners, Hermione excused herself from the large crowd, casting her eyes to him and lightly tilting her head in the direction of the staircase that led to the girls' dorms.
Hermione was leaning against the alcove wall when Tom sidled in. Hermione had expected many things from him but she never suspected the overwhelming anger that was directed at her.
Tom strode over to Hermione and shook her like a rag doll, yelling at her all the while. "WAS IT WORTH IT? HUH? WHAT WERE YOU THINKING! HE COULD OF KILLED YOU-" He stopped yelling suddenly, his eyes still blazing as he let go of her arms, moving to touch her cheek. In the moonlight Hermione could see the congealed blood that coated his fingers, she had forgotten Potter had cut her in there duel.
Tom was furious, the blood that coated his fingers only served to make him angrier. Growling in his throat, he conjured a white washcloth and moved slowly to dab the blood away. The light flinch at his touch seemed to both calm him and anger him further.
He treated her as if she was a wild animal about to bolt at the first chance she got, calming himself before stroking her cheek lightly, his fingers grazing her unmarked cheek tenderly. Hermione began to relax against him; her feelings were all jumbled up inside but this felt good, felt safe.
Hermione wasn't sure why the darkest wizard in centuries made her feel safe, but in light of the turbulent emotions that had been overwhelming her in the last few hours, Hermione grabbed onto that feeling of safety and held on for dear life.
Tom was shocked at the force that Hermione used, wrapping her arms around his neck and clinging onto him like she would never let go. Hermione nuzzled the base of his throat, moving her head away to look at him from shimmering eyes. Tom knew this was bad, very bad because she was emotionally unstable and would probably be furious later on and curse him to the darkest pits of hell but when she looked at him with those pleading chocolate eyes and whispered a breathy "please" he would gladly be damned. The washcloth dropped to the floor unnoticed by the pair as they moved closer.
Tom brushed his lips against hers, before pressing more insistently against hers, his tongue running over the seam of her lips, begging her to open her mouth and to let him claim her. Hermione whimpered against him, burying her hands in his hair, the only thing running through her mind was 'closerclosercloser'
Hermione felt the flames licking at her, tempting her with whispered thoughts left unfulfilled until all she could do was moan into him mouth as he slammed her abused body against the dungeon wall. The kiss was changing now, in between desperate gasps for air he kiss grew more passionate, all tongues and teeth and oh so sweet.
Hermione wrapped her legs around Tom's waist and clung to him for dear life. All she could feel was the cold, dungeon wall pressing into her back and Tom's warm, hard body pressing against her. Her hands were tugging at his shirt, while Tom placed frenzied kisses along her throat. When he sucked the hollow at the base of her throat, Hermione dug her nails into his back and gasped before her murmuring became almost incomprehensible. Tom could only make out her pleas of "yesmorepleasepleaseplease"
Hermione knew on some level how wrong this was, but the larger part didn't care. This was her addiction, Tom was her drug. Every moment spent like this with him only made it harder for her to not touch him. His body pressed against hers, scorching her alive was what she craved. She needed him here with her, hot, hard and demanding. The feeling of being with him washed over her, intense and needy and god it was amazing. All those times she had preached against people (mainly drug addicts) she had never known how it could be. This intense, burning passion that was eating her alive from the inside. She needed this, she needed him.
He had unbuttoned the top few of her buttons without her noticing, revelling in the feel of his lips against the valley between her breasts. They were both panting now, eyes glazed over with lust, Tom's lust was only fuelled more by his anger.
He looked into her eyes and the anger flowed through him, he brought his mouth so close to hers their lips brushed when they took ragged breaths. Tom stared deeply into the eyes that were only centimetres from his own, he growled low in his throat and the harsh "Mine" was made out before his mouth was devouring hers again.
Tom heard them first; his lips were ripped from hers so fast that Hermione, drowning in the heady feeling that accompanied being around Tom, was still in not control of all functions. She protested but he shook his head and pressed a finger against her lips. The fog was beginning to lift from around her brain and Hermione finally heard them. Tom pulled away from her as quick as a snake and shook his head as if to clear her from it. Sighing, he looked at Hermione, who was still dishevelled and leaning on the wall for support before pressing another hard kiss to her lips before fading off into the shadows.
Hermione, even with a fuzzy mind knew that she had to get to her bed before her friends discovered her. Half dressed, bruised lips, flushed cheeks and glazed eyes. Pushing off from the wall Hermione silently stumbled into the 7th year girl's dorm and collapsed onto her bed, closing the curtains and sleeping dreamlessly for the rest of the night.
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Hermione woke to find her room empty, she assumed both girls had already headed down to breakfast without her and so she started her morning rituals. Hermione walked passed the mirror and back-pedalled quickly, staring at herself in shock. Hermione could barely recognise the girl staring back at her with rosy cheeks and sparkling eyes. Her lips were swollen and Hermione's eyes drifted lower until the reached her neck… was that a HICKEY?!?!?! Oh god, he gave her a hickey! Hermione's eyes widened in shock before she felt the marred area of her neck, "You've got to be kidding me!" she groaned, how was she meant to concentrate in class today with a reminder of their passionate encounter marring her flawless throat.
Hermione knew she couldn't walk around Hogwarts with a purpley-black hickey on her throat, not in comparison to her stark white skin. She would have to wear a scarf to cover it up, she could put in down to the early December chill.
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DADA Class
"Today class, we'll be learning about the UNFORGIVABLES" their professor began, several people jumped in their seats when he said unforgivables. Professor Stonehart surveyed the class, "Can anyone tell me one of the unforgivable curses?" Only three people raised their hands. Hermione was shocked, this was their SEVENTH year, they had learnt about the unforgivable curses in their FOURTH year in her time!
"Mr Potter… the first unforgivable?" Henry Potter nodded his head curtly and started to explain with a smug grin on his face, "The Imperious Curse, it makes you do whatever the castor wants, even kill your family and you'll do it with a song in your heart" Professor Stonehart nodded, "And is there anyway to stop the Imperious Curse Mr Potter?" "I don't know sir" Henry replied with a slight shake of his head. Professor Stonehart just shook his head and sighed.
"Miss Desrosiers… the second curse if you will" Hermione glared at Stonehart before answering as if she had swallowed the entire textbook. "The Cruciatus Curse is the second of three dark curses known as the 'Unforgivables'. This curse was designed by Archimedes Seigneur-Noir in 1675 after Archimedes found his wife sleeping with the local blacksmith, the basis of the curse lay in how much pain you want to inflict upon the victim, it's your hate that fuels this dark and powerful curse. The incantation for the Cruciatus Curse is 'Crucio' and there is no known way to block this curse"
The entire class stared at Hermione, mouths hanging open. Professor Stonehart looked flabbergasted and could only stutter as he awarded Slytherin 20 points. Tom was called upon to explain the final of the three Unforgivables.
"The third and final Unforgivable is the 'Avada Kedavra' curse and is more commonly known as the 'Killing' curse. This curse too was designed by Archimedes Seigneur-Noir, who used it once he had tortured his wife's lover to insanity. The Killing Curse is used through the incantation 'Avada Kedavra' and leaves the victim with a horror-filled, terrified expression on their face. To muggles it appears as though the victim was frightened to death" Tom looked around the classroom at the horrified faces of his classmates and added distastefully, "Fort-Unfortunately there is no way to block or survive the killing curse. Her smirked at Hermione after his explanation, the competition only made him want her more.
He hated her, he loathed everything about her but he couldn't leave her alone. She was beautiful when she was angry, cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling.
There was a loud THUMP as several students passed out. The Slytherins smirked. The class was dismissed as the Professor yelled at the Gryffindors to take their fallen housemate to the Hospital wing and the Slytherins slunk off to do their own thing before the next lesson.
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Hermione was in the library, innocently reading a book when he found her, one of her hands absentmindedly toying with the scarf. Cornelius Fudge was a short, fat with faded blonde hair and squinty murky green eyes; he was in Hufflepuff, a 4th year and his father was on the school Board of Governors. Cornelius approached Hermione cautiously; the look on his face when he looked at his protector could only be described as awe.
Hermione looked over the top of her book when she heard someone shuffling towards her, when she saw Cornelius gaping at her Hermione mentally groaned and put her book down, carefully noting the page number. She couldn't help but feel equal parts of disappointment and anger. Disappointment that it wasn't Tom and anger that she wanted it to be him. Smiling at the nervously approaching forth year, Hermione waited for him to speak.
"I-I-I j-just wanted t-t-to thank you" he said, stumbling over words caught between his nervousness and awe for her. Hermione smiled at him encouragingly, "It was nothing" she assured him, "Henry Potter will get what's coming to him one day" she spoke with such confidence that Cornelius could only nod eagerly at what she had to say, believing every word she spoke.
"Well Cornelius I have to go to my next class but if you ever need anything just come find me and if Henry Potter or anyone gives you any trouble, just tell me and I'll sort it out" She smiled at him again, before standing gracefully and walking away from him, leaving him once again, in awe of the mysterious girl.
Hermione smirked as she left the library, it could never hurt to have the future Minister of Magic in her pocket, could it?
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Sorry again guys but I'm happy with how this turned out!
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peter-pan-equals-luv – You're right… we'll start that next chapter… jks! You don't think the dead people would think it was fun? Why not! LOL Thanks for the review Ciao
Angelic Bladez – Thanks but I know that I have a lot to live up to… especially now after updating after so long! tugs at collar nervously I hope you like this chapter… especially after the long wait but I think if I posted earlier I would have hated the chapter and agonised over it before getting writers block because it wouldn't be going in the direction I wanted it to go. I love Tom in this chapter! I don't know about you but I loved him! Love DSMelody
Leraning fast – Okies! Well takes deep breath Thanks for the reviews firstly! Muchly appreciated. I'm really glad you've been enjoying Tom's in characterness so far (hope he was kind of in character this chapter) I get what you're saying about Hermione and the whole dark spell thing but in these situation things happen. I'm gonna use an age old argument here but wars aren't won with good intentions, Harry's not going to kill Voldemort with a tickling charm and Dumbledore sure didn't kill Grindelwald with 'Avis'. Anyway I hope you enjoyed this chapter and the interaction between Tom and Hermione. Adieu
bumblebee115 – Ummm… if you don't tell anyone his name is Armando and not Armadillo I won't big smile Please? LOL Thanks for pointing that out! Your review was muchly appreciated! Thanks again! Au Revoir!
Arabella – It could be in both… but when I made this I don't think there was a TMR section, even then he's going to become Voldemort so I'm happy to leave the story where it is! LOL Thanks for the review! Cheers
Eleriel – Thanks for the review… I never heard back from my beta… so I guess you're right hey! I understand that Harry wouldn't (MAYBE) do something like that and James I can totally se doing something like that as well! Harry grew up abused and friendless, he could never intentionally be cruel but James had his parents and I can see him being arrogant and bullying, I can see his father being the same. Of course they have their good sides as well but to people they hate, they are merciless. I'm posting this unbetaed (stupid beta) who needs them if they just leave you in the lurch grr LOL oh well, I never gave it much thought! Thanks so much again for your wonderfulness!
Sivaroobini Lupin-Black – Hey! You're one scary chica when you want to be Sivaroobini! Glad you enjoyed last chappie and I hope you like this one just as much! Hermione is freer in the past not blinded by her Gryffindor prejudices, not having to act better or worse, not having to hold herself back because of Harry and Ron and Snape. She can be the smart girl (woman) that she is without anyone really putting her down. Slytherins value cunning and smarts, her friends only encourage her and tom challenges her like no one else ever has… takes deep breath Harry would never condone his grandfather's behaviour, maybe if he grew up with James and was an arrogant little brat but now, after his upbringing he'd probably curse his grandfather himself (probably not but oh well) We all know how powerful and smart Tom and Hermione are apart but putting them together, his ruthlessness, her knowledge, his dark magic, her skill with potions/magic, his power, her power, his cunning. They're a match made in the deepest pits of hell. I'm glad you love this! I love this! We all love this LOL Thanks muchly Ciao for now chica DSMelody