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October 1st.

The shade was very cooling through my unruly black hair. I quickly glance up from the maps that were supplied in the cabin to see Ron pushing the fishermen’s boat into the crystal lake. His legs were stronger than ever as he hopped effortlessly into the birch and ivory wooded boat. My eyes were new. I didn’t even need glasses or contacts…all thanks to Hermione. Just hold on a little longer Mione, I’ll be there to save you and kill Riddle.
I glance back to the maps. The note Hermione’s father Oberon left her in the cabin was very detailed, as well as sentimental. The part that mainly focused on saved Hermione from her prior predicament. Oberon explained that there is a sister pearl that will transport Hermione here. The thing is after she uses the pearl she will be trapped here, in fae world. she can bring whoever she wants, as long as they are holding onto her. Oberon used the last of his might to create a portal ( about a 6-day travel from the cottage) that will transfer whoever has the pearl to the mortal realm. He died making sure she had a chance at a good life, any father willing to do that was good In my book.
I mark our journey on the map. If we cut across the wooded forest up east we ought to able to cut a day or so off the trek. I glance up in time to see Ron running back; his arms were brimming with shimmery fish. We planned to leave as soon as we got in contact with Hermione. Truly her father thought of everything when he constructed this cabin for her. Oberon gifted Hermione with quite a few gifts. An array of wands, potions, armor, and weapons, but most specifically yesterday we found an amulet that allowed you to communicate with the mortal realm, you would be in an outer body experience as you visit your intended person's dreams. I’ve been wearing it ever since we discovered it in hopes that Hermione would fall asleep soon. I needed to tell her the plan and make sure she was okay.
“Any luck mate?” asked Ron as he began gutting and drying the fish.
“Somewhat, I have the route all planned out, and our food supply looks good. I just need to wait until Hermione falls asleep and this amulet transports me to her”
I hold up the small gold trinket, it was the size of a walnut shell and was pure gold with weird runes etched upon them. It was quite beautiful and will match Hermione’s eyes… I’m still trying to wrap my mind around the whole Hermione being half Fae…We planned to be well prepared for this journey. Although Oberon made sure to supply the cabin with gear; we needed to make we had enough food, he also claimed that the land we were in Tír na nÓg, land of Fae. It was vast but not full of many Fae, perhaps just old tree spirits…not much lethal due to an unknown blight. Oberon stated in the letter that no one knew what curse has stricken his race, but they were a nearly extinct species now.
Ron stares at me and grabs the map nearest to me, he begins marking all the nearest waterways.
“Well it looks like we wait, who knows how many days and nights are here compared to home,” Ron says as he circles the river that winded west towards a blacked expanse of land.
“Yes we wait”, just fight on a little longer Hermione.
I began memorizing the route to Oberon’s portal, clutching the amulet tightly on my fist…just hold on…
“ Yes Neville, you feel how warm the soil is?, here that’s it, plant more flowers over here.” I scoot over as I pat the side beside me. Neville scoots over but still doesn’t murmur a word. His shaggy brown hair was longer, almost shoulder length. His face has lost all remnants of his school weight, he had grown into his looks and was quite handsome. Neville hasn’t said a word besides Hermione since he has been here. He would just continue to stare off into the distance, his eyes brows in an incessant furrow. What did they do to you Neville? I remember his parents and the same state they were left in, I’m sure by now they have been exterminated.  It’s been three days since the horrific Death Games. Tom has been gone on a business trip to Brazil. It seems he had been very busy expanding his influence, I must ask him about his political stretch. Tom has left me alone, I guess granting me time to fix my broken friend. I tried healing him with my Fae magic, but it didn’t work, so I’ve been using muggle alternatives. I noticed that Neville would continue to stare at the flowers behind me, honestly, I was used to the silken petals. They were a part of me as any other part of my body. I ‘ve even noticed that the color of any type of flowers depended on my mood. bright colors when happy, deeper darker hues when irate.
I’ve been using therapy since discovering Neville’s interest at my flowered steps. I don’t know why I haven’t thought about it earlier! Neville continues to plant the soft petaled flowers into the sun enriched soil. It was quite easy to request soil and gardening tools. Professor MIllyweed even offered an unused greenhouse near the Black Lake. Since then Neville and I have spent the last three days in the greenhouse, kitchens, and the library. I’ve noticed that Neville was calmer with the house elves, and they were ever the doting and tending creatures they’ve been bred to be. I cleared out one of the many pantries and set up a simple bedroom for Neville to stay in. The best would be for him to stay out of the way from anyone that could harm him. The gardening was working…slowly. As we planted I would recall our fond memories of our Herbology classes. He wouldn’t talk however just smile and stare at me, as if he was trying. I continue to watch as Neville begins sifting his soft his rough hands through the soft soil.
“ I do think umbrella flowers would look quite beautiful here, they would attract Snarklepluffs, they are actually descended from your homeland, Hermione.”, wafts an airy feminine voice.
I turn my head quickly, there’s only one voice… Luna Lovegood stands willowing as ever, her dirty blond hair was plaited into a thick braid that reached waist length. She was swathed in a beautiful blue robe and silver boots. She smiles at us as she walks over. I crash into her and hug her fiercely. Blond hair and petals fly everywhere. Luna’s magic is whimsical.
“ Luna! Your alive, how…are you okay?” I give the once over and can see that she’s well-nourished and unharmed. She still looked the same from school, her large silver eyes and oval face were quite nostalgic. She was taller now, more legs than anything. I sigh in relief. “ I’m glad your okay Luna”. I hug her once more. Neville has been watching us quietly. He stares at Luna with unreadable eyes.
“ I’m glad you guys are safe as well, it does feel weird to finally be able to say that you're the heir of Ravenclaw and Fae”, Says Luna lightly as she plops down by Neville and hugs him softly. Neville smiles sweetly and hands Luna a pink tulip.
  Able?…
“ Luna, what do you mean able?” , I observe how Neville begins to be more animated around Luna.
“Oh… well, I suppose in our school years I always knew your aura was particularly different, you had a golden haze, it took a few years of knowing you, but it soon began to shine brightly. I even had a dream about you in your changing state. However, whenever I tried to tell you or even write about it; I would get really confused and forget the task. I assume your father may have charmed you.” Luna begins to gather her thick plait into a high bun before helping Neville plant flowers. She was telling him about journeys to Ireland to try and find Warckleschlemps. Neville listens to her every word, shaking his head and smiling at her soft airy laughs. I observe their interaction as I go over Luna’s words. I wonder could Luna be an oracle? A slightly rarer form of a Seer. An oracle was so rare that the last one was likely eighty years ago, and they usually don’t even know they are foretelling the future. The dreams are usually just brushed aside as well dreams.
“ Luna, are you perhaps an oracle? I finally ask her in curiosity.
“ Yes, I suppose I am, however, I really don’t have many. I dreamed you and Neville were here., Luna replies softly while blowing the dirt out of Neville’s hair.
“ Does anyone know Luna?” , I’m fearful that she would be used by Riddle as well.
“ No, not really, people tend not to listen to the things I say. Quite ironic really. The Dark Lord has kept me alive due to my pureblood status, he ordered my father killed however and turned the Quibbler into a propaganda magazine for his regime. I run the Quibbler, as well as search for new magical creatures. That’s why I’m here actually, the Quibbler not magizoology. I’m running an article on you and Emperor Riddle.”
I stand up at the last part of her words.
“Emperor Riddle is back?” Great, this means I could give him my manifesto! Ultimatum whatever.
“Hey, Luna, could you do me a favor? Please just watch Neville and I’ll go fetch snakey?” It seems that Neville was enjoying Luna’s company.
“ Sure…I do believe I could help heal him if you wanted?” Luna stands up and gives me a tight hug before staring at me with a distant yet knowing look. Her hand was holding until Neville’s own. both barefoot in the soft warm and. I nod kindly as I view the flowers scattered around the warm greenhouse, beautiful.
“Riddle is your opposite Hermione. You balance him out, an integrity to his mayhem…at the cost of destroying yourself.” , Luna says sadly.
“ He can damn well try.”

I run to the Chamber of Secrets, Tom has turned the second-floor girl's lavatory into the main entrance of the Chamber of Secret, he still has not stated the secret entrances nor what the blinding silver room’s doors lead to. I will figure out eventually. I have arrived at the door to the subterranean palace and the door moves instantly. I quickly step onto the winding black marble stairs and they slowly descend towards the caverns below the Black Lake. I rush into the throne room quickly observing the silence. I continue my run towards the bedroom hoping to find Tom there. I arrive at the door and stop quickly, my heart is beating erratically, and I begin taking shallow breaths, okay Hermione, you got this…you will not back down. I open the door to a peculiar sight.
Tom Riddle, the ever formal and rigid conqueror of half the magical world was lying facedown horizontally on the massive bed, his clothing crumpled as he lay exhausted on the bed. I stifle a laugh as I saunter to the bed, I still had soil on my hands and overalls.
“I take it Brazil was quite exhilarating? How many villages did you burn down Emperor?” , I say this as I strip off my overalls, I’m standing in shirt and underwear. Riddle raises his head and smiles mischievously as he nonverbally cleans me of dirt. He rolls over and props his head up as he eyes my long legs and unruly hair piled high in a puff of curls, loose tendrils haloed my face.
“My lioness missed me so much that she strips willing?”, Riddle says softly while rising from the bed and pecking my forehead softly with a kiss before walking towards the fire mantel and grabbing a dark novel.
“Actually, I wanted to discuss with you something that would benefit both of us immensely. It’s just a project I have been working on in my free time of being imprisoned here.” I say this sarcastically as I step over the tiled serpent snoozing on the marble floor, honestly is all you do is sleep? I quickly head to the armoire and put on a pair of leggings and tie a flannel shirt around my waist. Riddle finally allowed me to choose my clothing on days when we had nothing planned… working progress with this control freak. Riddle eyes me as I walk over with a fire whiskey and smile. I extend the drink in peace offering and Tom takes it with a nod before turning the page.
“ I wondering what you have been up to my dear, well let's hear it, I have a few hours before I must attend a Wizengamot trial,” Riddle says with curiosity spotted in his black eyes.
I head over to my armchair and stick both my arms under the chair before heaving a rather large roll of parchment, I know that I kind of went overboard with the amount of article and subclauses but I wanted to make sure that the magical world would be safe once Tom and I were trapped in Tír na nÓg;  A secure magically binding. I hand over the roll of parchment as I bite my lip.
“ A project you say?” Riddle unravels the roll and reads the title out loud.
“ The Magical Muggleborn Manifesto….do tell how this would benefit me?” , Riddle looks at me with amusement in his eyes. While slowly glancing through the scroll. Okay, here I go.
“ Tom you know as well as I do that blood does not possess anything to do with magical prowess. Blood is used for nourishment for the body”, I say bravely as I eye him, my gaze unwavering.
“ and blood rituals” adds Toms casually, as he conjures a quill and ticks one of my subclauses
“Yes for you I presume blood rituals….Now imagine a world that you rule where you would have devoted spies…soldiers…politicians planted throughout the magical and muggle world alike, unbeknownst to anyone but you. I slowly push aside the scroll and straddle his lap. Riddle stares at me with heavy eyes.
“Imagine if you implemented a law stating that muggle-borns will start going to a Hogwarts sister boarding school at the age of seven. They will live there permanently and are permitted visit their parents two weeks out the summer and specific holidays. Here at this boarding school, these muggleborn children will stay until they go to Hogwarts at age eleven. We have a book that tells us every magical child born in Britain, why not implement it for further uses? We can train these children from an early age, mold them to be the smartest, strongest, cunning and most importantly loyal followers. When they arrive at Hogwarts they will already be adjusted to magic, like their half-blood and pureblood counterparts. They will be sorted and treated equally. We will keep track of their test scores and what their weakness or strengths are. When they take their OWLS in fifth grade they must pass lets says, 80 percent of their test to be able to advance to the last two years. If they fail, then they will be taken out of class and their strengths will be utilized to your reigns benefit, whether that means going to muggle medical school, training to become an assassin, or perhaps just working at a magical store, securing secrets. Tom, you could virtually have a hidden network, all because you finally looked past the outdated ideologies of your house.” I finish as I grab his drink and take a sip. Riddle ponders over my words, rubbing my bottom with slow strong hands.
“Quite interesting Hermione, I take it you would want to oversee the administration?”
“Yes of course, I want to be able to see everything as its constructed, creating the learning curriculum, choosing who to hire for the day to day running of the boarding house. Honestly, Besides a select few of your death eaters, I don’t want a single one of those sycophants anywhere near these children…especially Malfoy… I would, of course, run everything through you. I also would like to start with the muggle children and any still of age that would like to learn magic.”
“ I take it you want your wand back…little lioness?” Riddle ponders as he magically refills his drink.
“ Yes…among other things. I would like my wand back and I also want you to train me, I notice that you arise near dawn every morning to work out. I want to become stronger so I can try and harness modern magic and Fae magik. I do believe it will physically taxing on my body… I don’t add that alchemy alone is tiring. Our magical auras began exploring the air, swirling between us in an internal cat and mouse game. Quite much like us I muse, Riddle wants to drown me in his magic, but I persevere.
“About time little lioness, I was wondering when you would ask me. I am quite curious to observe your balancing of both magics. they are quite opposite in their channeling… yes, you may have your wand, however, we will go over the rules at a later date, continue with your wishes… oh and that’s no on the necklace it will stay indefinitely., Riddle smirks as I fume at his no.
“ I also want to be able to study and perform experiments of my own, I have a brilliant mind and I need to exercise it. I want to be able to have free excess to the library and the potions labs. I also want you to promise you will not harm any of my friends, even Harry unless provoked or harmed yourself. You are immortal now Tom. I don’t want you harming Neville or Luna or anyone else that I may need to help me” I think about Draco and Tom torturing him for allowing me to cry on him.
Riddle just stares at my request with dark eyes, I’m sure he’s about to say no.
“I want to be the queen you want Tom, I do believe that if we were to come to terms, a level playing field per say, then we could achieve so much more. I swear I will never do anything that would harm you or your reign… I will not back down from this, I will fight you until my eternal days are ended”. I internally smile as I proudly believe I was getting better at Fae wordplay. I stare at him as I bit my lip anxiously, awaiting his response. I feel his stiff member through my clothing and I slowly began moving my hips.
“Fine… However, I will be going over this document and then I will be having my lawyers look over it. In the meantime, I will allow you your wand and to use the muggle-born children here as test subjects for your magical boarding school charity cause. We will also be starting training tomorrow morning at 4.am. You still meet me in the bathroom training room.” Riddle finishes as he stares at my lips and neck hungrily.
That was too easy…
“Why?...why are you giving me what I want so easily?”
“I’m sorry should I make you suck my cock first?” Riddle asks suggestively, his mischievous grin illuminated by the fire.
“Tom you usually always have an ultimatum so why now do you now freely give me all my wishes?” I ask, not quite ready to believe that he had no ulterior motives.
Riddle stares at my curls and soft lips. Riddles dark magic began caressing my clavicle softly, as if hesitant.
“Hodgy”, he murmurs softly. A familiar pop is heard but I’m lost in his eyes.
“ Yes master”
Riddles dark eyes never leave mine, I could look into them forever, his face was simply gorgeous and deviant.
“ Please relay to Miss Lovegood our condolences, we are going to have to reschedule today's interview. Also, look after Hermione’s pet.” , With those words,s Riddle apparated to the bathroom.
Riddle was really fucking smooth. We materialized into the Olympic sized bathtub, the water was steamy and overflowing with bubbles. I gasp at the change of sensations, we were both naked and the water felt magnificent. Tom pushes me to the wall of the pool and kisses me passionately before staring at my lust lidded eyes.
Riddle’s voice is gravelly with lust.
“You asked me why I agreed so easily…because I want you Hermione” , Riddle pushes the penis of his head into my vagina and we both moan in pleasure before he begins stroking slowly.
“ I’ve felt a pull form you ever since you first touched my blasted journal, I tried to deny that some mud blood would be of any importance to me…But I kept my eyes on you, I began to realize that you were the brains of the trio and I was going to have you no matter your blood ...after the ancient prophecy was revealed I knew…” , Riddle growls low as I began sucking and biting his neck hard. I’m lost in his magic as I moan freely around his thick member. The water was sloshing all over the floor and Riddle began picking up tempo.
“I knew after the prophecy that you were my supposed conscience, one I severely lack nor wanted. However, if this means I achieve immortality with a fiery gorgeous woman by my side, then so be it”, Riddle says this as he roughly impales me, his strokes relentless and erratic. We were lost in the storm of our magic. My skin and curls crackled with insurmountable pleasure. I fall off my cliff of pleasure directly into Riddle’s dark waves. I eventually notice my orgasm has been magically prolonged, as Tom continues to push through my clenching walls. The feeling is purely divine and I sob as I succumbed to pure pleasure. I want this for eternity!
Riddle growls as he starts to slow his pace, my core continues to spasm in an orgasmic haze of pleasure and pain…I honestly can’t take it anymore as I scream his name in lust.
“You are my equal Hermione and you will be given what you desire”, With those word Ton finally comes and I cry in pleasure as the prolonging charm is finally lifted. I fold into his body breathing slowly as I internally process his words.
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