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His Chance	By : Lou-Snape Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 3990 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Hermione sat on the ground, looking up at Tom Riddle's worried expression in pure shock. She would have thought that Tom Riddle would have been ugly, unattractive, as evil looking on the outside as he was on the inside basically. Oh how wrong she was.
"Are you quite alright, Hermione?" He knelt down in front of her and put his hand on her shoulder. Heat emitted from where his hand touched her causing her to shudder.
"I- I'm OK. I haven't been feeling well today, is all." She stuttered, then started to get up when Tom stood to his full height and held out his hand for her to take. And he's charming and kind too? Of course it's just an act, but he's very convincing if the butterflies in her stomach were anything to go by. Traitorous body! She thought angrily. This is Lord fucking Voldemort, get a grip!
"Let me help you." He said with a kind smile. She took his hand, which was surprisingly warm and soft, and he pulled her up effortlessly. She let go of his hand as soon as she was up.
"Do you want me to take you to the hospital wing?" He said with furrowed brows.
"No I'm fine thank you. I think I'll just have a nap and then I should feel right as rain." She said with false cheer. It was very unnerving to be in front of Lord Voldemort, even though he was much younger and looked and acted completely different, she didn't want to give away how nervous she was lest he become suspicious.
"Oh ok, if you're sure? Well then, I'll take you to your dorm." He picked up all her bags and much to her mortification one of her undergarments had fallen out of one of them, but he simply picked it up and put it back without a change in facial expression. Hermione still felt her face on fire as he led her towards the dungeons. As they were walking she felt a wave of nervous anticipation come over her. She had no idea how the Slytherin's would be to a newcomer, she was sure the Gryffindor's would be fine with it but it was very unusual, if not completely unheard of for someone to start school later on. She hoped the Slytherins wouldn't see through the lie, given their suspicious nature.
"The Slytherin dorms and common room are in the Dungeons. I'm head boy so will be showing you around and taking you to your lessons. If you want to contact me, I will be in the boys dorm." He said.
"Don't you have different quarters, since you're head boy?" she asked, feigning ignorance.
"No, I'm still in the boys dormitory, but I get my own room." He said, without any hint of being proud or showing off like many head boys and girls often did.
"I see." She replied.
They walked through the deserted Dungeons until they came to a rather damp looking piece of wall and Tom Riddle said "Salazar" Hermione almost rolled her eyes at the choice of password, and the stretch of wall suddenly started to disappear leading to a very Slytherin-esque, huge ornate door. Tom Riddle reached for the handle and walked inside.
The Slytherin common room was very large and spacious, though quite dark as there were no windows. The room was lit by a chandelier and a few candles on the walls. The common room had several black leather chaise longue's dotted around. There was a large fireplace at the opposite end of the room and two high backed chairs, also leather, were facing it. The colour theme was green and silver, no suprise there. There was nobody in the room, everyone must be in lessons. As if reading her mind, which she sincerely hoped he hadn't learnt to do yet, he said "All the students are having lunch in the great hall. I was going to show you there but you looked more in need of being in the hospital wing..." He said with a concerned glance at her.
"I'm fine. I think I'll just lie down, where are my rooms?" She said, trying and hopefully succeeding to keep her voice from getting testy.
He just nodded his head and said "Right this way" and led her up through a door and down the stairs.
Hermione was confused "I thought, I mean I was told that boys weren't allowed in the girls dorms."
Tom Riddle chuckled, it was a gorgeous sound that caused butterflies to erupt in her stomach, much to her annoyance. "All boys except Head Boy are forbidden from going into the girls dormitorys. The stairs are warded so he'll be knocked back through the door if he attempts to do so. So no need to worry, Hermione." He said with a wink. Hermione started slightly at being winked at by Tom Riddle, and it sent a blush to her face which he seemed smug about for some reason.
They walked down the stairs and down the corridor to the last door on the left and Tom Riddle said "This is your room, I hope you like it. Professor Dumbledore said he's expecting you after dinner in his office, you're to complete some tests to determine which lessons you'll be taking." Hermione nodded at him and he said his goodbyes and walked back down the corridor and up the stairs. Hermione was finally able to breathe properly again after being out of his company.
She picked up her bags and opened the door to her dorm and walked inside. There were four beds, all green and silver colour coordinated. Unlike in Gryffindor, they all had wardrobes and much more living space around their beds. There was a window which showed the inside of the black lake. Hermione was slightly unnerved by that. She preferred to be above ground, and didn't think she'd like to see the Giant Squid staring at her as she was putting her uniform in the morning.
Hermione found the only empty bed and wardrobe and started putting her things away, while reflecting on what had happened so far. So, she was apparently now on a mission to change Tom Riddle for the better. How she was going to do that was a mystery, but she supposed the first thing she had to do was get close to him. She wasn't sure how many friends he had, so had no idea how easy that would be. She would just have to wait and see and most of all, observe. The fact that he'd be showing her around and spending extra time with her gave her an advantage.
Finished putting away her shopping she decided it would be best to change into her school uniform. She cringed when she saw herself wearing the Slytherin colours. Sighing, she sat on her bed and drew the curtains around her and lay down. Thinking about Tom Riddle. She was very surprised to see that he was good looking, and even more surprised at her body's traitorous reaction to that fact. She sighed and got more comfortable in her bed, trying to block all her worries out of her head. The last thing she thought of before she went to bed was that Harry must be so worried about her.

There was chatter going on around her. It woke her up. Hermione's eyes were stuck together with sleep which meant she must have been in a really deep slumber. Rubbing her eyes and gathering her wits she opened the curtains, only to be met with three stares. Curious, calculating and unsure. The girl who had a curious stare was the first to come forward, she trotted over to Hermione and held out her hand. "Hello, Hermione isn't it?" she said with small smile.
"Um, yes" she replied with a sleep mussed voice.
"I'm Arabella Nott. Nice to meet you." Arabella was very skinny and had quite hollow cheeks. She had silky dark hair curled in the 1940's fashion that she'd seen a few of the girl's hair styled like earlier on. "This is Victoria Macmillian-" she pointed to the calculating girl who gave her a warm smile (Hermione was shocked, it was the first time she'd seem anything 'warm' aimed towards her from a Slytherin) she had short blonde hair which was in a pixie cut, and she was very attractive, with bright blue eyes and a perfectly symmetrical face. "And this is Camilla Bulstode" She said, pointing to a very large young girl who was staring at her through narrowed eyes.
"Why are you starting Hogwarts so late?" Camilla asked, in quite an unfriendly tone.
Hermione, not wanting to make enemies on her first day here, simply replied "I wanted to experience life at Hogwarts. I'd always wanted to come here but my mother wanted to home school me, so when my parents finally allowed me to continue my studies here I jumped at the opportunity." To Hermione's ears, she thought she sounded very convincing and hoped it was the same for the other three girls.
Arabella nodded with an 'ahhh' as did Victoria Macmillian, and Camilla seemed to be placated as she just inclined her head slightly in acknowledgment.
"Hermione, you are so lucky. You've got Tom Riddle showing you around the school for the first few weeks! Which means you get extra time with him." Victoria sighed dreamily and sat on the bed opposite Hermione. "What do you think of Tom? Every girl, no matter what house, fancies him." She said suggestively, giving Hermione a wink. This girl slightly reminded Hermione of Lavender Brown, she found.
"Well he seems alright, I guess. He was very helpful." She said, leaving out how she also thought he was very attractive.
"Oh come on Hermione, he's more than just that, he's simply divine." Victoria said, still with a faraway look in her eyes.
"Leave her alone, Vicky. Don't mind her, Hermione." Arabella said, although she had a slight flush in her cheeks.
"We've woken her up, so now can we please go to dinner." Camilla said coolly.
"Fine. Lets go." Arabella said with an eye roll.
Victoria linked arms with Hermione, much to her surprise, and continued talking about Tom Riddle while walking down the corridor and up the stairs to the common room. Hermione learnt that Riddle had never taken a girlfriend from Hogwarts, but he had slept with a few girls. Hermione wasn't really surprised to hear that he hadn't taken a girlfriend, it didn't seem like the kind of thing he'd want to concern himself with, but a quick shag was probably different. It was still strange to think that the Dark Lord Voldemort had a sexual appetite.
They were walking through the common room, with Victoria still talking Hermione's ear off, when Hermione was approached by Tom Riddle. Victoria took in a sharp intake of breath and clenched Hermiones arm, hard. Hermione tried not to wince and forced a smile. "Hello, Riddle." Hermione said, she wasn't sure what to call him, Tom or Riddle. She hoped she didn't sound rude, she did not want to get on the wrong side of Tom Riddle.
His rich laughed sounded and Hermione smiled slightly in response, he was clearly amused and not offended "Please, call me Tom. I was thinking you should probably sit next to me at dinner so I can introduce you to people from our house." He said politely.
"Ok, lead the way." Hermione replied. Victoria let go of Hermione's arm, gave Tom a dazed stare and walked away with Arabella. Camilla had clearly already left.
As they were walking Tom asked Hermione "How are you finding it here so far, it must be quite daunting, I hope your roommates have been considerate?"
"I've been sleeping for Merlin knows how many hours, and I've just woken up so I haven't got to know the school at all to be honest. My roommates are lovely though." She said. Even though Tom Riddle was being perfectly cordial, it was hard to be the same towards him. She was very uncomfortable being around the young Voldemort and was really starting to doubt her abilities of changing him. The more she thought of her task, the more unrealistic and ridiculous it sounded.
"That's good to hear. Do you have any questions?"
Hermione didn't of course, but she made some up just for appearances sake and he answered them politely. As they were walking she noticed a lot of the student body staring at them. Her, curiously, and him with a mixture of lust and respect. It was clear that it wasn't just her and her roommates who found him attractive.
Tom Riddle led her through the Great Hall and towards the Slytherin table. Hermione noted that there was two empty spaces in the center of the table, the people surrounding those spaces were serious looking young men. If the chill that ran down her spine was anything to go by, she'd guess that these were his Death Eaters. She wasn't sure if they were actually Death Eaters yet, but they were definitely something if the glances they gave Tom Riddle as he approached mingled with fear and respect was anything to go by.
Tom Riddle sat on the left, and she sat on his right. Next to a young man who was very obviously a Malfoy. He had long, white hair tied behind his head in silk ribbon and the Malfoy glacial blue eyes. He looked like Lucius Malfoy's brother. He was most likely his dad.
The young Malfoy held out his hand "Good evening, dear. I'm Abraxas Malfoy, you must be Hermione Granger." He kissed her hand while holding eye contact with her and she hated herself for it, but she blushed, which seemed to satisfy him going by the smirk on his face.
"Granger?" A fat young boy with a pinched face piped up "Is that a mudblood name?"
She heard Tom Riddle sigh loudly next to her but everyone else stared at her intently.
Hermione had been thinking about this for a bit now, and concluded that she had to lie about her blood status if she had any hope in getting close to Tom Riddle, or if she wanted to survive in Slytherin for that matter. Putting her pride behind her, she answered in an agitated voice "No, I'm a half-blood." She couldn't say she was a pureblood, because otherwise most members of Slytherin would know she was lying since Granger wasn't a pureblood name.
"Crabbe, how rude. I will be having words with you later." Tom Riddle said sternly, and the colour drained out of Crabbe's face. She almost felt sorry for him, almost.
She was introduced to Several boys from Slytherin by Tom Riddle, all of the names she heard wear death eater names. Now it was her turn for the colour to drain out of her face. She was literally surrounded by death eaters, or future death eaters, and not to mention the Dark Lord himself was sitting next to her eating mashed potatoes. It was almost laughable.
After dinner had finished Tom Riddle offered to show her to Dumbledore's office, but she assured him that she already knew where it was and he nodded and let her go on her own.
She knocked on his door and he said "Enter!"
She walked inside and was met with a smiling Dumbledore. "How nice to see you, Hermione. I saw at dinner that you are being introduced to your fellow Slytherins. It's all going well, I hope?" He asked, looking down his glasses at her as if analyzing her honesty.
She sighed "Yes, it's going fine. I just miss home and I'm nervous about my mission."
Dumbledore nodded sympathetically "I understand, I can't imagine how difficult this must be for you."
"I'm not going to lie to you, I don't even know where to start-" she rubbed her eyes in a stressed gesture "Anyway, apparently you have some tests for me?"
Dumbledore nodded and tapped on some paperwork in front of him "There's written work as well as practicals. Nothing to worry about, it's just to see what lessons you'll be taking. It shouldn't take more than a few hours."
Hermione nodded and cracked on. The practicals were easy, there were some items she had to transfigure which she passed with flying colours, Dumbledore was even impressed. Then there were a few charms she had to cast and she passed that too. The written essays were a little bit harder, but she did well on them too and by the end of it Dumbledore was astounded. "Your scores rival that of our current head boy, Tom Riddle! Very well done, Hermione."
Hermione found out that she was to be taking all classes. Except she didn't want to take Divination, which she vehemently was against and Dumbledore chuckled and said that was fine.
She left his office shortly after and headed back to her dorm to turn in for the night. Tomorrow was her first day of classes.
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