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It's time for chapter three! As always, I want to thank Ozzy for betaing this story. *Snuggles and kisses Ozzy*. I also want to thank everyone who read, reviewed, faved or in any other way expressed their likings of this fic! You are the best!
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Chapter 3
Hermione forced herself to eat breakfast and saw Harry doing the same thing. If other people hadn’t been there as well, watching over them, she doubted they would have eaten anything. Even though she knew she had to eat, with everything that had happened, eating was just as hard to do as sleeping.
Just a week had passed since the battle, and she had spent most of that time down in the dungeons, making potions. The Swede, Tom, was there often as well, but they rarely had time to talk. She didn’t know what to think of him. He was always polite, and one of the most handsome men Hermione had ever seen, but there was just something about him that felt … off. She couldn’t put her finger on it. Maybe it was just the war making her very distrustful of people, or maybe there really was something wrong.
However, since he was friendly and helpful, she had decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. When she saw him enter the kitchen, she waved him over to come and join her and Harry.
“Good morning,” Tom greeted them as he sat down at the opposite side of the table. The house-elves had rearranged the kitchen, so that instead of it being a copy of the Great Hall, small square tables had been placed all around, and people could sit wherever they wanted.
“Morning,” Harry grunted.
“Hi,” Hermione said. “Sleep well?”
Tom shrugged. “Better than most, I would expect. How about you?”
Hermione just shrugged, and Harry seemed more interested in his tea cup than being in a conversation.
“I see,” Tom said. “Well, we are brewing more Potion for Dreamless Sleep today. Professor Slughorn said he had got the new ingredients.”
“That’s good.”
Even though she tried to be as polite as she could, Hermione couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable.
As he spread butter onto the toast, evening its thickness, without soiling his fingers, she realised what it was that bugged her. He was too perfect. Everything he did was done with a grace and precision that seemed out of this world. It didn’t matter whether he was brewing a potion or, like now, preparing his food. It was the same with his looks. His skin was pale and smooth and seemed to never have had any pimples at all; his black hair looked effortless and yet perfect; his robes were immaculate, without wrinkles and laid perfectly over his body. His dark brown eyes were completely unreadable, and often blank. In the past week, she hadn’t seen him express any other emotion besides mild amusement or concentration.
There could of course be an explanation other than that he was hiding something. He could just be a neurotic perfectionist; Merlin knows she knew how that felt. But at the same time … no, there was something that didn’t add up.
“Have you planned to stay here for the whole summer?” Hermione asked. She decided that the only way she would figure out the riddle that was Tom, was to talk to him.
“I guess I’ll stay here for as long as they have use of me. Then we’ll see.”
“What about your parents? Won’t they miss you?” Hermione asked.
For a moment, she saw a flash of something in his eyes. Could it be sorrow?
“No, I don’t think they will. Besides, I’m of age now, so I can go wherever I please,” he said, avoiding her eyes.
“Oh, I see,” Hermione said, wondering what had happened to his parents, but decided it wasn’t her place to ask right now. He didn’t seem comfortable with the subject.
“What about you? Do you plan on doing something else this summer?” Tom asked.
At once, Hermione started to think about her own parents, and was saddened. Should she find them and restore their memories? Yes, she probably should. But not now. Not yet. If she saw her parents now, she would turn into an emotional mess. She had to gain some distance from the war. Besides, she was needed here.
“I don’t know. We have so much to do here first,” Hermione said, pushing those thoughts away. She knew she would have to deal with them sooner or later, but she just couldn’t right now.
“Indeed,” Tom said.
The tense silence stretched between them again. Luckily, Hermione was saved from having to come up with some other subject by Ron and Ginny appearing in the doorway. She waved at them, and they came over. After Fred’s funeral five days ago, Ron and Ginny had spent some time with their family. Hermione and Harry had been welcome to join them, but they had felt like it was best to let the Weasley family grieve in peace.
She hugged both of them when they came over, before introducing them to Tom.
Ginny frowned when she saw him.
“Why does it feel like I know you from somewhere?” she asked, as they sat down at the table.
Tom frowned and studied her. “I don’t know. Maybe we have run into each other somewhere? I’ve been in Britain a lot of times before, and visited all the wizarding places.”
Ginny shrugged. “Welcome to Hogwarts, I guess.”
“Thank you. I’m sorry to see it in such a state, though. I hope we’ll be able to rebuild it. I’ve seen pictures of what it used to look like … such a shame.”
The others nodded.
“Well, I’ll go and start with the potions, I’ll see you later, Hermione,” Tom said and rose. He nodded at the others, and they all watched him go.
“Who was that?” Ron asked, and Hermione thought she detected a hint of jealousy.
“Just someone from Sweden who came here wanting to help out,” Hermione said, shrugging.
“There is something about him I don’t like,” Harry suddenly said.
“Yeah, I get that feeling too,” Ron quickly agreed, but didn’t seem to say it for the same reason as Harry had.
Hermione rolled her eyes. Ron was jealous. She hoped he wouldn’t be too annoying about it, though. After their kiss at the final battle, she thought that they had a chance of becoming something. She had liked Ron for ages, and she wanted to see if there was something there. However, she wasn’t blind to his weaknesses, one of which was his lack of confidence. Honestly, just because she knew another boy didn’t mean she was going to fall in love with him!
“Probably because he is more handsome than you two put together,” Ginny said and winked at Hermione. “I don’t know, he seems friendly enough. What do you think, Hermione?”
Ron scowled at his sister, but looked at Hermione with interest.
“I don’t know,” Hermione said with a shrug. “He is polite and all that, but I’m not really looking to make new friends right now.”
Ron seemed pleased with the answer, and the conversation moved on to other subjects before they went their separate ways to work.
Hermione spent the day making more potions with Tom, but there was little room to talk; they were both focused on their work. Whenever she paused, she found herself glancing over at him, studying him.
His cutting, steering and pouring were all perfect and smooth. She didn’t remember seeing anyone that was this good since Snape. He must be a natural then, she decided. Was he as good with a wand? She had hardly seen him use it.
There was something about him that had her on her guard and curious at the same time, she realised.
After lunch, Hermione was asked to help with transfiguration instead. The Malfoys were back to help with the potion-making, so she was of more use elsewhere.
It wasn’t until after dinner that they got a break, and Hermione, Harry, Ginny and Ron finally got to sit down in the newly repaired Gryffindor tower. They would be alone there for the night.
“It looks the same, doesn’t it?” Ginny asked, looking around from her position on one of the sofas, leaning against Harry. They seemed to have casually tried to take up their relationship again after the war.
“It’s like I remember it,” Ron said. He and Hermione was sitting next to each other on the opposite sofa, but not touching. “Perhaps we should have redecorated while we were at it?”
“Yes, turned it all blue, and seen how people reacted,” Ginny said with a weak smile.
Hermione and Harry smiled as well, but it was forced. She wondered how long it would take before things went back to normal between them all. Perhaps it would be better if they talked about it? Had a good cry, comforted and found strength in each other?
Yet, for some reason, Hermione couldn’t bring it up herself.
“Merlin, I think I need some air,” Ginny suddenly said. “Harry, will you join me?”
Harry looked slightly puzzled, but he nodded and they left. Hermione smiled. Maybe it would be easier for them to be together, alone. They could work through it together, comfort each other. Ginny probably wanted to talk about their situation. Hermione hoped Harry was ready to have that talk. The two of them were meant to be together, and now, they finally had time to see that as well.
“Hermione?”
Ron snapped her back to the real world. She smiled at him. “Sorry, I was thinking.”
He smiled. She noticed he was nervous. Did it mean he wanted to do something? All of a sudden, Hermione craved some comfort as well. Just being close to someone, and knowing there were still good things in the world. Perhaps now was a good moment to just … continue what they had started at the final battle? Find comfort in each other, physically?
Should she take the first step? Or did he regret kissing her and wanted to tell her this couldn't be? She became nervous as well.
“So...,” she said and placed her hand so it was accessible for him, if he wanted to take it.
Ron took her hand and she let out the breath she had been holding, as their fingers started to play with each other. Although, a whole new sort of nervousness began in her stomach.
“I...,” Ron began, but then quietened. “How have you been? I mean, really?”
Hermione was touched by his concern. “I've managed. One day at a time, you know. Just trying to keep myself occupied so I don't think too much. How about you?”
Ron was quiet for a while. “I really miss him.”
He didn't need to say it out loud for her to know whom he was referring to. Hermione squeezed his hand.
“I just can't believe he’s gone. Every time I see George, I expect Fred to be right behind him, but he never is.” Ron had clearly been holding this inside for some time now. Hermione squeezed his hand harder, encouraging him to go on. He needed to talk about it. Too often did he keep things in. Mostly, she guessed, because he wasn't sure of what to say. It would do him good to let some of it out now.
“George can't even look at himself in the mirror without getting sad. Hell, we can't even look at him without being reminded of Fred! That's why Ginny and I decided to come here for a while ... not much we can do there.” Ron swallowed.
Hermione leaned in closer so he could hug her if he wanted. He did. She felt something wet hit her shoulder, but just stroked his back. Tears were healthy in times like this. It was good for him to let them out. Hopefully he wouldn't let some idea about macho boys not crying stop him.
She wasn't aware of how long they sat there, but after a while, Ron began to press her closer to him. She moved from her seat over to his lap and they began kissing. It wasn't the best kiss, but it was sweet and she could feel how much Ron needed it. He pawed at her body and managed to find one or two very pleasurable spots, but unfortunately didn't stay there for too long. However, Hermione was in the time of the month where she could become horny quite easily. Or maybe it was just the need for comfort. Either way, she wanted to get on with it.
It didn't take long until they were both naked and lying down on the sofa, on their sides, facing each other. Ron was rock hard and already trying to find her opening with his cock, as his hands were occupied with her breasts. Hermione sighed and moved her hand down to his cock. She frowned when she realised how thick he was. She wasn't wet enough to take this inside of her! Although, that could easily be fixed. She moved his cock toward her cunt and started to rub against him, creating some fiction on her clit. Unfortunately, this was too much for Ron and he came against her pubic hair.
They lay together for a moment, Hermione feeling very unsatisfied. Even though she could understand that Ron was inexperienced and couldn't stop himself from coming all over her, it didn't stop him from pleasuring her with his hands. Should she tell him that? Hm, maybe not this time. He was very upset after all. There would be plenty of time on later occasions. She was sure she could teach him what she liked.
“That was good,” he suddenly said. “Don't you think?”
Hermione frowned. Did Ron really think that had been good for her? A thought suddenly struck her. Maybe this was his first time! Then he wouldn't know what was good or bad. She did not trust the older Weasley brothers to have given him a correct picture. They would laugh at the thought of him making a fool of himself in bed.
Nevertheless, you shouldn't lie in a relationship. Especially not about something as important as sex.
“Not really,” she finally answered.
Ron's eyes snapped opened. “What?”
She frowned. “Well, I didn't come, so I didn't enjoy it very much. But for a first time—”
“What do you mean 'for a first time'?” he demanded.
Hermione sighed. Perhaps she should have seen this coming. Ron always became so upset when he thought there was something he couldn't do. “I'm just saying, it takes time to get to know a woman's body, but you get the idea eventually—”
Ron sat up. “Lavender never complained! Seriously, Hermione, not everyone can reach the high standards you have for everything!”
Hermione was hurt. “I don't think its a high standard making a woman come while having sex—”
“Well, then you shouldn't be so slow coming!” Ron hissed.
“What's the matter with you?” Hermione snapped, getting angry as well. “No one is great at sex at once; I just thought I should point out what we could work on to improve it.”
“This isn't a bloody school-test!” Ron retorted. “I just thought I would be nice and make sure you weren't the last virgin at Hogwarts!”
Hermione gaped at him, hardly believing what she was hearing. She pushed him off of her and rose. “Well, if that was all this was, you could have saved yourself the trouble! I haven't been a virgin for a long time now!”
She became even angrier when she saw how surprised Ron was after he heard this. She put on her clothes and stormed out of the dorm.
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Tom was very bored. For the past week, all he had done was help at Hogwarts, and tried (and failed) to find a way out of Salazar’s grasp. His ancestor was with him most of the day, hanging back in the shadows, making sure he didn’t create any trouble. Not that Tom knew what sort of trouble he could make. He was still trying to find out what had happened in the world for the past fifty years.
It had been easy enough to find books about the Wizarding World’s history, but he was constantly met with references he didn’t understand. A lot of the cultural things, he could brush off by being a “foreigner”, however, it seemed as if there were Muggle things to keep track of as well. He had spoken to a Hufflepuff, while working the day before, who had talked about something called a “computer”. Tom had no idea what it meant, but according to the Hufflepuff, it was some cool Muggle contraption which wizards could benefit from using.
Tom highly doubted that there was anything the Muggles could do that would be of benefit to wizards, but he had just smiled and nodded along.
It was all Salazar’s fault that Tom had been talking to the Hufflepuff to begin with. Salazar wanted him to test different wizards to find out which one would be worthy of being his Blood Brother. Thus far, no one had pleased Salazar, much to Tom’s satisfaction.
“Why aren’t we testing witches as well?” Tom finally asked, when they had been through every male that was helping at Hogwarts during the summer. He was on his way back to the room he had been assigned on the fifth floor.
“Witches?” Salazar snorted. “They would just run away at the sight of Jörmungandr. They aren’t built to handle this sort of thing.”
Tom arched an eyebrow at his ancestor. “Only Muggles are that sexist. Witches are in general as useful as wizards when it comes to magical power.”
He recalled the witch he had dreamed about again, Bella, he had called her. He still wasn’t sure exactly who she was, but in his dreams, she had been his devoted follower for a long time. Yes, he was well aware of how powerful and useful witches could be.
They were just walking up the stairs to the fifth floor when he saw Granger storm down the stairs from the sixth floor. She looked absolutely furious, and her hair seemed to be standing in all directions, crackling with magic.
“Hermione? Has something happened?” he asked, stopping on the landing to the fifth floor.
Hermione looked as if she was ready to hex him. He could feel the magic building up inside of her. He readied himself to draw his wand and cast a shield if needed. However, all she did was inhale deeply.
“Ron fucking Weasley happened. I’ll have to talk to you some other time, Tom,” she said, and continued to storm down the stairs.
Tom watched her until she turned a corner and disappeared. A plan had started to form in his head. He didn’t know if it was just because he wanted to annoy Salazar by using a Mudblood witch to control the Serpent of the World, or because he could use the powerful Gryffindor to get his revenge on Potter. However, it was now clear to him who he wanted to share a blood bond with.
“As I was saying,” he said, turning to Salazar. “Perhaps we could look into the alternative of getting a Blood Sister instead?”
Salazar had also watched the Mudblood, but now he was eyeing Tom thoughtfully.
“She is clearly powerful enough, and has that power under control,” Tom continued. “And she gave up everything to defeat me so I think it’s safe to say she would feel obligated to save the world, and then make sure the bloodline continues.”
Salazar wrinkled his nose. “She’s a Mudblood.”
“She’ll share my blood, will she not? Then she won’t be a Mudblood anymore,” Tom reasoned. “Isn’t it more important that she is powerful enough? And she fought in the war, so I don’t think a big snake is going to scare her.”
Salazar eyed him suspiciously. “You don’t like Mudbloods anymore than I do, Tom. What are you planning?”
Tom sighed. “Well, it’s clear that we are not going to find any worthy Blood Brother at Hogwarts anytime soon. And I want this taken care of as soon as possible, so I won’t have to be followed by you all the time. I can overlook her Mudblood status for that.”
Salazar gazed down the stairs, where the girl had just disappeared. “I will look into her history.”
Tom hid a smile. Salazar could clearly see that Tom was right, and that made him unhappy. That in turn, left a very, very pleased Tom.
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For the next couple of days, Hermione and Ron didn’t talk to each other. Hermione buried herself in the chores McGonagall gave her, and didn’t eat at the same table as Ron. Harry didn’t seem to understand what had happened, but he still tried to make peace.
“Can’t you just talk it out?” he asked one morning at breakfast. He seemed to alternate between spending one meal with her and the other with Ron, making sure not to take a side.
“Not until he has apologised,” Hermione growled, stabbing her fork into her mashed eggs.
Harry looked very uncomfortable and stared down at his tea cup.
Hermione’s eyes narrowed. “He wants me to apologise, doesn’t he?”
Harry sighed and looked up. “Yeah.”
Hermione pushed her plate away from her and rose. “No. He was the one who insulted me and I won’t take it anymore. I don’t have to take it. I’ll see you later.”
She stalked out of the kitchen and made her way outside through a secret passage, fuming. Of course Ron would continue to be an immature brat about this. Why was she even surprised? Truth be told, she was more disappointed than anything. After everything they had been through together, this was how he was behaving now? She knew he had a fragile ego, but did that mean she constantly had to reassure him about everything? She didn’t want to have a relationship with someone like that.
The secret passage lead her to the edge of the Forbidden Forest, where she continued to walk alongside it. She was too angry to start working for the day, but with a brisk walk she could probably calm down enough to concentrate on the restoration.
She had just come out of view of Hogwarts when she was attacked. Her wand was snatched from her pocket and she was sent flying backwards. Completely taken by surprised, Hermione tried to scramble to her feet, but her attacker immobilised her.
Lying stiffly on the ground, face down, she felt herself being magically lifted and levitated towards the Forbidden Forest, floating just a few inches above the ground.
She tried to summon her own magic to break free of the spell, but when that didn’t work, she decided to wait. Whoever it was that had kidnapped her clearly wanted something from her, or she would have been dead already. She didn’t look forward to being tortured again, but if she had been able to trick Bellatrix Lestrange, she could probably fool whoever had her now. Besides, if they stayed within the school grounds, casting the Unforgivables would alert the Headmistress.
Out of the corner of her eye, she could see that they had entered the Forbidden Forest. However, they didn’t travel far until she was dumped on the ground again and flipped over.
Hermione finally glimpsed her attacker.
It was that Swedish boy, Tom Dolder. But why on earth would he want to attack her?
“So what do I do now?” Tom asked, looking at someone out of her sight.
Hermione stared at him. Who was he working with?
“How much blood?” Tom suddenly asked, and Hermione’s eyes widened. Had the person behind her said something? Why hadn’t she heard that?
Tom kneeled next to her, and a knife appeared in his hand as he reached for her wrist. Hermione steeled herself. At least knives didn’t hurt as much as the Cruciatus Curse.
Just before the knife was going to cut into her arm, he paused and looked up again, a frown of annoyance on his face.
“Why didn’t you say so at once? How deep?”
Hermione could feel her heart speed up even more. It was very unnerving that she didn’t know who else was there, and that she couldn’t hear that person. Or persons.
Tom stuck the knife into the ground just under her arm and dug a hole. That baffled Hermione. Why was he digging a hole in the ground with the knife? Come to think of it, the knife looked very special. She couldn’t see it clearly because of the angle, but she was sure there were some engravings on the handle. A ceremonial knife, probably. And if he was going to need blood, it had to be a dark ritual. No one used blood rituals for good things anymore, like marriages. It was considered old-fashioned since you could never break a blood bond, and a modern couple wanted the option of a divorce.
She tried to remember every dark blood ritual she had read about, but she couldn’t think of a single one that required a hole in the ground.
“So now it’s just the blood?” Tom asked and then sighed.
He brought the knife back to her wrist, and slit it. Hermione wanted to let out a scream, sure that her blood would start spurting in every direction, but that didn’t happen. She could feel the tingle of magic and just a small stream of blood started to trickle into the ground. What was he doing? Was he going to bleed her out slowly?
However, when he put the knife to his own wrist and slit it too, fear turned to surprise. His blood also started to flow in a controlled trickle into the hole.
The feeling of magic increased when he pressed his wrist against hers, and turned them over, so the blood could drip down into the hole in the ground together, mixed in the same trickle of blood.
Hermione could feel magic starting to flow up the arm that was pressed against Tom, and into the rest of her body. It slowly spread over her chest, down her body, and at the same time up to her head. As it did, she started to hear another voice. It was weak at first, but turned stronger the more the magic spread.
“… blod blir samma för evigt,” the voice said and Hermione felt her whole body turn incredibly hot for a moment, and then it cooled down.
She realised she could move again, and quickly rolled away from Tom and leapt to her feet. However, before she could make a run for it, someone grabbed her.
“Sorry for the inconvenience, Hermione, but I’m afraid you can’t leave before I’ve explained what’s going on.” The man who spoke to her was tall, with long black hair, and deep grey eyes. He was dressed in a long black and green robe, with snakes embroidered onto it. It looked outdated, but very expensive.
Hermione tried to kick him to escape, but it didn’t seem to faze him.
“I’m Salazar Slytherin, and I need you to help me save the world. Again.”
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