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The Forbidden Ship	By : Nerys Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 18082 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Code: NoSex. Drabble written for our Tomione forum Animal Day Challenge.
Transformation
“This is all your fault.”
“Of course it is,” Hermione sneered. “It couldn’t possibly be something the almighty Riddle did.”
‘If you hadn’t distracted me, nothing would’ve—”
“Really? Here I was thinking the almighty Riddle could never be distracted. Imagine that.”
His blond fur bristled as he bared his teeth, snarling.
“Hah! What you’re gonna do, blondie? Fetch something? Should I throw you a ball to aport?”
The Golden Retriever lunged, and then, squealed when Hermione rolled into a ball.
“Forgot that hedgehogs have spikes, Riddle? I always knew your alleged intelligence was overrated.”
“We need to undo this undesirable situation fast,” Riddle replied, ignoring her barb as he rubbed his paw over his painful nose.
Hermione peeked out and unrolled herself when the coast seemed clear. Pointing to the broken window on the first floor, she said, “Well, if you could sprout some wings, man’s best friend, maybe you could fly back inside and get our wands.”
“Are you done?” Riddle snapped, annoyed.
“No, not by a long shot,” she snapped back, taking a step in his direction with every word she stipulated.
Riddle retreated, watching her spikes carefully.
“You just had to experiment with the Animagus Charm. After all, why leave a perfectly fine charm alone and not add some Dark Arts to it?”
“Exactly,” Riddle interrupted. “This obviously is a perfect weapon to be used.”
“Oh, you want a perfect weapon?” Hermione abruptly rolled in his direction.
All four paws of the Golden Retriever left the ground immediately as he jumped out of range.
“You know what, a hedgehog is the perfect fit for you. You’re so prickly. I’m surprised it’s not your normal Animagus shape.”
“At least I’m not looking like I want to be a Malfoy,” Hermione taunted. “Maybe you’ll get lucky and they’ll adopt you.” She laughed loudly.
She laughed even harder when he trotted away, haughtily, his tail in the air. “Oh yes, perfect Lucius imitation.”
“I should know,” Tom said, looking back at her with a wink. “Are you coming, Mrs Tiggy-Winkle?”
Hermione snorted, pitter-pattering after him. “Whoa! Not so fast. I don’t have such long legs as yours.”
“Nothing ever changes,” Riddle said, waiting until she’d caught up with him before continuing to move around the house.
“Where are we going? Oh wait, I know. Your inner dog wants to plunge into the pool,” she sniggered.
“I wonder,” Riddle said, tilting his head, “do hedgehogs know how to swim?”
Hermione stopped walking abruptly, narrowing her eyes at him. “Don’t you dare.”
Riddle seemed to be gleaming with mirth now; his tail was wagging uncontrollably at the thought as he trotted onwards.
“It’s not funny!”
“It’s a little funny!”
“We’re not testing that theory!”
“We might!”
They halted on the wooden deck. Riddle moved around the garden furniture and potted plants towards the back door. Swiftly, he jumped up, trying to move the door handle.
“What are you doing? You’re scratching the paint.”
“I’m getting our wands,” he replied, jumping on.
“Do you have to do that with your big fat paws and their gigantic nails? Can’t you just take the door handle in your mouth and twist it?”
Riddle sighed. “Always with the constant commentary. ‘You’re missing a step. You need to add aconite before wolfsbane. You’re pronouncing it wrong. It needs to be a twirl not a twist.’ You know what, Mrs Tiggy-Winkle, why don’t you do it then?” he countered, stepping back and watching her mockingly.
Hermione groaned, dropping her head. The door handle was so far out of her reach, she might as well try to sprout those wings she’d mentioned. That was bound to get them where they wanted to be faster than her trying to open this door.
‘Well, what’s taking you? I’d have thought that your perfect, all-knowing self would’ve the door open by now.”
“Just get on with it,” Hermione said tiresomely.
“Me?” Riddle asked in fake shock. “With my big fat paws and gigantic nails?”
“Yes, you, with your paws, tail, fluffy fur, and your hugely inflated ego.”
“Now, now, I’m not sure that tone of voice is inspiring me to do anything at all.”
“Will you just open the freaking door already!?”
“Definitely lacking incentive,” he replied, sitting down nonchalantly.
“What’s this for incentive?” Hermione replied viciously.
“Eep!” Riddle squealed as several spikes entered his behind. Abruptly, he jumped forward to get out of range and accidentally opened the door in the process. He fell indoors, sliding forward on the slippery tile floor and stopping when his body struck the kitchen cabinets.
Smugly, Hermione pitter-pattered past him. “And that’s how it is done.”
“Well, what are you two doing in here?” a kind, and above all, familiar female voice spoke.
Riddle groaned, dropping his head, and Hermione looked up, smiling. It was Ginny. They were saved.
“I’m not sure Hermione would approve of you being in her kitchen,” Ginny continued.
Riddle immediately acted, almost skipping to Ginny and sitting down in front of her with a tilted head and his paw in the air, being ever so charming.
“Ooooh, you’re such a good boy,” Ginny said, shaking his paw.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Hermione said disbelievingly. “Surely, you should recognise the act.”
Riddle turned and rubbed his nose against Ginny’s hand, causing her to pet him. Smugly, he looked in Hermione’s direction and said, “And that’s how it is done.”
“Still,” Ginny said, looking at hedgehog Hermione pondering, “you can’t be in the kitchen.”
She flashed her wand. Hermione’s eyes widened when the spell impacted on her. Next, Riddle rolled over the floor, barking with laughter. Hermione bristled; all her spikes erected in anger as she was now stuck in a cage.
“Ginny, it’s me!” Hermione cried, but her words weren’t understood by the red head who simply waved her wand and levitated the cage onto the living room’s dresser.
“This is brilliant,” Riddle said, snorting at Hermione, “I think you— What do you think you’re doing!? Get that leash off of me!”
Hermione guffawed in her cage at the sight of Riddle bucking, trying to get out of his predicament.
“Now, now, relax, boy,” Ginny said, pulling the protesting Golden Retriever with her. “I’m just taking you somewhere more appropriate until Hermione gets back here, and she can decide what to do with you two. Now that’s better. You’re a good boy, aren’t you?” Ginny said, petting him on the back when, suddenly, Riddle lunged at her wand.
Thud!
“Hey!” yelled Hermione, “If she’d hit that cupboard, you would’ve hurt her!”
“Such a pity she missed it then,” Riddle said, watching the stunned Ginny, satisfied, before he whipped her wand around and transformed back to his old self. “Accio wands!”
“Finally,” Hermione grunted, watching how their wands soared into his hand. “Now get me out of here.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Riddle replied, pocketing the extra wands and picking up the cage by its handle as he walked to the fireplace. “What’s in it for me?”
“Riddle!”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, Granger, again with that tone of voice.”
“Let me out of here this instance, or I’ll make you regret it for the rest of your pathetic life.”
He clicked with his tongue again, knowing it aggravated her. “I think it’s best if I keep you like this, Granger. Time you learned some proper manners.”
Riddle threw the Floo Powder in the hearth, and with a green flash, they vanished.
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